Disclaimers: Joss
and his mutants own them, not me. I make no claims.
No harm intended.
Comments: Hold onto those rollercoaster
grab rails again. We're on the way Doooooown!
If you read this here, yesterday, you'll notice it has
completely changed. Sorry about that
Date Stamp: Miss
K, aka Kitty wrote this
Dedications: To Steff 'The Varos Triad'
Adams, Queen of Tease.
Faith POV
Slayers Do Vegas LXIV
- Facta Non Verba
'You wanna go to the desert, B? I
mean, run this past me again. Why do you wanna got there?
Can't we just go to the Luxor and play in the sand,
out front?'
Desert?
It's like, full of sand and fuck all else.
'Faith, you said I could do what I
wanted today, and I want to go to the desert. We're
in Vegas, it's the law that you have to go and see...
I don't know, all the sand and stuff.'
'B? You're sounding whiney again.
Don't give me that look either!'
Pouty, she's gone all pouty.
But you know you're screwed, when
you feel your resolve start to flush down the john.
'I'm not giving you a look, this is
my face! I can't help looking like this. Anyway, if
you don't want to come then... then... you know, I'll
go on my own!'
She flicks her hair and storms off
into the bathroom.
Ok, Faith, don't start laughing.
She'll get even worse if you start laughing!
Just, she's such a kid sometimes.
Right, well, two can play at this
game.
'I'll go and hang out with Taz, at
that cocktail place then.'
Her head suddenly pops round the bathroom
door.
'Taz? At the...? FINE!'
I lay back on the bed and feel it
shake as she slams the door.
I look at the clock by the side of the bed, and start
a countdown.
I give her a minute tops, before she storms back in
here, hands on hips, pointing.
Twenty seconds.
I can hear her slamming stuff down.
Thirty seconds.
Was that a curse I heard?
Forty seconds.
This is some serious Buffy control going on, forty seconds
is pretty good going.
Fifty... jackpot!
She pushes the door open, and it bangs against the wall.
Yup, hands on hips, serious face, and if that ain't
a pointy finger!
'You know, you were all forgetty girl
for ever, well maybe not forever, but it seemed
to last so long. Anyway, I really missed you
and I thought we could spend some time together, but
oh no, Faith wants to go and play with Demon girl, instead
of her girlf... instead of her... instead of ME! And
then, I still don't know what I am to you? I've told
you I loved you, like, so many times, and meant
it, but you're all 'I'm too wicked cool to tell you,
B.' Well... I'm thinking that you can go and play with
Taz, and I hope you're really happy, because this
ship is sailing! With. Out. You.'
She grabs her jacket and is out the
door, before I can even get off the bed.
SHIT!
I run out into the hall, but she's
already in the elevator, the doors closing.
'Wait B! I...'
SHIT, doors fuckin' closed.
Stairs!
Stairs?
Twenty three floors of stairs, Faith.
Yeah well, it'll serve me right for being an asshole.
I push the door open and start the long journey down.
Buffy's POV
Fine, if she's going to be like this,
then I'm going to be seriously with-holding the smoochies
later on!
I'm gonna go out into the desert and have fun on my
own.
Loads of fun, so much fun that I might not even want
to come back.
I could just live in the desert, in a cave, having all
the fun and good times by myself.
Just me, on my own, without Faith 'five by five' Knight.
On my own.
Without her.
Just me.
Ok, I soooo don't want that!
Complete Buffy backtrack going on here, 100% reversing,
and I'm not going to be checking my mirrors when I do
it, either.
I press my hand against the stop button,
then take a deep breath and hit floor twenty three.
Faith's POV
If my lungs explode I'm gonna kill
her, or whatever I can do with exploded lungs inside
me.
Jeeeezus, what floor?
ELEVEN?
You gotta be shittin' me!
My legs are on fire, my hands are burning from the rail
and I'm in serious need of a shower now.
Buffy Summers, the things I do for you!
Buffy's POV
She's gone out already!
No, she was meant to still be here, all loungy on the
bed.
I would've jumped on her and said
I was sorry and that I think I have PMS, or something
stupid like that.
She would have grabbed hold of me and done Faith things,
like, naughty Faith things.
But she's gone.
It was the 'love' thing, I knew it!
She didn't say it for a reason Buffy, but oh no, you
don't see things 'til they're smacking you in the face,
do you?
I can do the 'her not loving me back.'
I can... maybe I can just love her, and she doesn't
have to be all 'into me', or anything.
Doesn't help that I'm in love with her.
Oh my God, I'm IN love with her?!
When did this happen?
I love her, I know I love her, I didn't know I was in
love with her.
Hello?!
All the signs were there, you IDIOT!
Can't stand being away from her; smile when she smiles;
want to touch her.
Not always touchy touch either, just
touching, like, oooo, when we were on the bed the other
day, and she was asleep, I played with her fingers!
Ok, why am I telling myself this?
I already know it all!
I'm in love with Faith, and
she isn't even with the 'loving Buffy' yet.
And there's a mountain of difference between
loving and in love.
Wow, this really sucks, like, really.
Faith's POV
Fuck this!
Why am I chasing after her anyway?
She should be running after me.
Screw it.
If she wants to be on her own, then
I'm gonna go out and have me some fun.
I start to make my way to see Taz,
down at the cocktail place.
I never did get to thank her for helping
B out.
Looks like I got my chance now.
I fall down on the bed.
Should I wait for her?
Listen to me, "should I wait?"
No, don't wait for her!
Get her out of your mind.
Go and do... I don't know, stuff,
desert stuff.
But I'll look like "Buffy No Friends"!
I so don't think that's going
to happen.
Not now I've thought about how pathetic
I'll look.
Ok, she was going to see Taz, so I'm...
I'm going to go and do... something, good!
And I'm not coming back for hours,
so there!
'Hey, Taz. Thought I'd come round
and teach you some more mixes.'
Jeez, you have such problems saying
thank you, Faith.
Instead you gotta be all, 'I want
to teach you stuff.'
Shit, girl, that's another thing to
put on your list of stuff to sort.
'Faith! You're looking better. Ok,
you couldn't look worse than you did on that
alter.'
'Wow, you're like B. You really
know how to compliment a girl.'
'Take a seat, everything's on the
house. Where's Buffy, anyway?'
'She's doing some desert trip, didn't
fancy it. On the house? Just what the doctor ordered.
Yeah well, in my head he told me that. Make mine a green
demon then, in a...'
'Tall glass, no fancy umbrellas. Can't
fault my memory, Faith.'
She goes off to make it and my hands
play with a beer mat, tearing it to shreds.
Taz hands me my cocktail and I down
the whole thing.
SHIT, gotta love that rush.
If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna
have fun, without B, today.
See, you thought about her then, Faith.
Push her out of your head and get
back to your old self; how you used to be before you
got domesticated.
I've been domesticated?!
And that's when I decide.
I'm gonna kick back, old style.
Let the good times roll, 'cause Faith
really is back!
