Title: Secrets Don't Make Friends (Pt 6-Sometimes You Gotta Have Faith)
Author: DivaDelilah
Description: Set in late Season 4, after Faith has body switched and is in prison.
Adam isn't in play, Spike is working with the Scoobies reluctantly.
Disclaimer: All I own are my husband's overdue school loans and library fines.
Joss, Mutant Enemy, and Fox own all else…I'm just daydreaming.
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When Spike arrived at the apartment, he almost burst in right in. But a sudden
thought stopped him, and he cautiously sauntered towards the door of the apartment.
He knew he could walk right into the Slayer's 'secret lair' as he had taken
to referring to it when he followed her there after patrol a few months back.
It belonged to Angel, which meant he needed no invitation, but he had no idea
whether there were any nasty wards put up by the Witches to protect the Slayer.
He hesitated, then decided to gamble hoping the odds were that he was right:
Buffy had never told anyone that she went here. He opened the door, which was
unlocked, and crept in to find Buffy sleeping, clutching tear stained satin
pillow.
For a moment, Spike breathed a sigh of relief that she was neither hurt nor
did he burst into flame for coming in. He stood on the threshold, watching her
silently. Buffy was curled up on the bed, clutching a pillow tightly, tear tracks
on her cheeks, and Spike felt his heart constrict painfully. Cor, I didn't
mean to hurt her; I only wanted to protect her from the reactions of her friends…
And Peaches, he'd shit if he even knew I was in his apartment, not to
mention in his Slayer on a daily basis. Her last vampire boyfriend
had killed her Watcher's girlfriend, which was bad form even for the great prick,
and Spike did not doubt that had colored the gang's perception of demons as
dating material. Not that it wasn't okay for the Witch to date witches and werewolves
or the whelp to date demon girl. It seemed only Buffy was banned from finding
a true match wherever it may be. And that angered Spike. He paced back and forth,
growling as he lit a fag. It's not fair. The girl saves the world once a week
and she's the only person in it not allowed to find happiness. Wait…am
I saying I'm her happiness? Maybe I'm just a substitute for Peaches since
she's gotten the taste for cold men. Could I make her happy? Do I want to try?
Then his anger grew. What the bloody hell was she thinking, running away to
this place, Angel's place, laying about (with the poof's sodding shirt
on, no less) with the door unlocked and a free invite to whomever wanted it?
She could have been killed! Spike paced the room like a caged tiger,
his mind racing. He alternated between vowing to kill her himself, and being
fervently thankful she was unharmed. When he realized Buffy was really out for
the count, he sighed and stretched out on the leather couch. At least the great
nonce has good taste, he thought as he fell asleep.
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Buffy peeked one eye open and watched Spike pace, mouthing his thoughts as they
ran through his head like he was speaking to someone. He's definitely off
his rocker, she thought.
'But you love him B.'
Buffy almost gasped when she heard Faith's voice in her head. 'Is this my
bad side talking, or is it really you, Faith?' she replied in her mind.
'It's me, B. I don't know how, but all the sudden I felt my mind open and
I could see this, like slide shoe of you and Blondie having some, let me tell
you, hot sex… And chains B? Never knew ya had it in ya…You lose your
virginity to Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, and now you're playing Suzy Homemaker
with William the Bloody. When you break the rules, B, you really break 'em.
Anyway, I could see everything that happened up till right now, where he's pacing
back in forth in Angel's apartment…which he would have shit fit with a
capital 'S' about, girl. And not only could I see what happened… I could
feel your feelings about what happened. You love him, B, and you're fighting
it. Don't give up because you failed in the past; look at how bad I screwed
up when I did.'
'Faith, I have no idea how this has happened, but um, can you not
tell Angel this story? Like ever? I don't know if it's spell, or what…but
I appreciate you trying to help. Maybe we'll come and visit you sometime.'
She thought smiling to herself.
'Hey, 'we' means you're giving it a chance. Which is good, B. You deserve
something good. From what I saw, he's five by five when he wiggles that sexy
ass. And remember, he's a demon, but he's also a man. They're dumb, and they
say things they don't mean. Cut him some slack…have sense of humor.'
'Okay, okay. But get outta my head now because I'm sure in a short while
I'll be broadcasting pay-per-view, if you know what I mean…' she almost
grinned.
'Later, B. Maybe I'll see ya around sometime.'
And like someone had snapped their fingers, Buffy felt Faith recede from her
mind. A small grin crept to her face as she shut her one open eye as Spike came
closer to the bed. She felt his intent gaze on her, burning into her flesh,
then it was gone. Her eye opened again to see him sighing and settling onto
the couch for the night.
When she was sure he was asleep, she stripped off Angel's shirt and clambered
onto the wide couch, curling her small body up to Spike's hard frame and drifted
off. And for the first time since Angel had taken her virginity, Buffy Summers
felt complete and total happiness.
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