Red (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hellogaynow) wrote,@ 2006-05-25 01:07:00 |
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[BtVS] Hot chicks with superpowers.
“Thank God we’re hot chicks with superpowers.”
“Takes the edge off.”
“Comforting.”
“Mmhm.”
“Do you love him?”
Not the transition I was aiming for. After putting the girls in danger, though--and being unconscious for a while--I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing.
“Look, B, I know it’s none of my business, so I’m sorry. Forget it.” She still hasn’t looked up at me. Goddamn, I should have kept my mouth shut. What the hell is it about this girl that makes me fuck up in such monumental ways?
She shifts uncomfortably. “Do you love him?” I’m guessing she picks up my confusion because not even a second later she adds, “Robin. Do you love him?”
“I don’t... I mean, I don’t think so. I wouldn’t… really know… if I did.” She nods, then looks me in the eyes finally.
“I didn’t sleep with him, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Her voice is quiet. I knew Buffy and I had some connections--slayer shit and all--but I never thought our minds would meet on a subject like this. I try to break the awkwardness and laugh, “That’s not what he told me. In the basement, we were talking, and…”
“No, Faith. Last night. You and Robin, everyone else… we just slept. Actually slept.” I swallow and this time it’s my turn to look down: “Got ya.”
“B, I didn’t mean for things to go down the way they did. I wanted to apologize, and…” God, I’m getting nervous. C’mon, Faith, where are your balls? You can try to kill the girl, but you can’t tell her what’s on your mind? “The Scoobies, they went out to check on you. They were worried. I was… worried.”
Shit. I close my eyes, hoping I’m still unconscious and not making this big a fool of myself. I had some wicked sketch dreams during my coma, so who knows. I take a few deep breaths, try not to show I’m actually scared out of my mind. While waiting for a reply that doesn’t come I feel something cool sliding between my fingers, squeezing my hand. I open my eyes.
It’s Buffy’s hand.
“You feel it, right? The burn, the anger still between us? It’s stronger than… It’s strong.”
“But B, that‘s just--” She interrupts: “Things balance out. You can’t have something… That anger’s there because…” Yeah, the confusion’s back. “Faith, the First told me you were in danger. I’ve never had my heart beat so fast. I’ve been to hell, I’ve sent someone I loved to hell, and I’ve been ripped out of heaven. God, I’ve… done it all, but…” Buffy stands up and starts pacing in front of the bed as she continues: “If something had happened to you…. If anything worse than… I love you, Faith.”
She stops. The whole room stops, including my breath. “And Spike?”
Buffy mumbles, “It’s complicated. I don’t plan ahead, I just…” Then clears her throat. “I wanted to tell you before-- in case we don‘t...”
“Yeah, B, it’s five by five. I love you too.”
AN: Mostly conversation. Not one of my best. Not necessarily slash, mostly just showing the strong bond between the two slayers, but take it as you will.
“Thank God we’re hot chicks with superpowers.”
“Takes the edge off.”
“Comforting.”
“Mmhm.”
“Do you love him?”
Not the transition I was aiming for. After putting the girls in danger, though--and being unconscious for a while--I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing.
“Look, B, I know it’s none of my business, so I’m sorry. Forget it.” She still hasn’t looked up at me. Goddamn, I should have kept my mouth shut. What the hell is it about this girl that makes me fuck up in such monumental ways?
She shifts uncomfortably. “Do you love him?” I’m guessing she picks up my confusion because not even a second later she adds, “Robin. Do you love him?”
“I don’t... I mean, I don’t think so. I wouldn’t… really know… if I did.” She nods, then looks me in the eyes finally.
“I didn’t sleep with him, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Her voice is quiet. I knew Buffy and I had some connections--slayer shit and all--but I never thought our minds would meet on a subject like this. I try to break the awkwardness and laugh, “That’s not what he told me. In the basement, we were talking, and…”
“No, Faith. Last night. You and Robin, everyone else… we just slept. Actually slept.” I swallow and this time it’s my turn to look down: “Got ya.”
“B, I didn’t mean for things to go down the way they did. I wanted to apologize, and…” God, I’m getting nervous. C’mon, Faith, where are your balls? You can try to kill the girl, but you can’t tell her what’s on your mind? “The Scoobies, they went out to check on you. They were worried. I was… worried.”
Shit. I close my eyes, hoping I’m still unconscious and not making this big a fool of myself. I had some wicked sketch dreams during my coma, so who knows. I take a few deep breaths, try not to show I’m actually scared out of my mind. While waiting for a reply that doesn’t come I feel something cool sliding between my fingers, squeezing my hand. I open my eyes.
It’s Buffy’s hand.
“You feel it, right? The burn, the anger still between us? It’s stronger than… It’s strong.”
“But B, that‘s just--” She interrupts: “Things balance out. You can’t have something… That anger’s there because…” Yeah, the confusion’s back. “Faith, the First told me you were in danger. I’ve never had my heart beat so fast. I’ve been to hell, I’ve sent someone I loved to hell, and I’ve been ripped out of heaven. God, I’ve… done it all, but…” Buffy stands up and starts pacing in front of the bed as she continues: “If something had happened to you…. If anything worse than… I love you, Faith.”
She stops. The whole room stops, including my breath. “And Spike?”
Buffy mumbles, “It’s complicated. I don’t plan ahead, I just…” Then clears her throat. “I wanted to tell you before-- in case we don‘t...”
“Yeah, B, it’s five by five. I love you too.”
AN: Mostly conversation. Not one of my best. Not necessarily slash, mostly just showing the strong bond between the two slayers, but take it as you will.
