Rating: R (for sexual situations, language, and violence, including torture)
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Spoilers: BtVS Season 3’s “Bad Girls” and “Consequences”
Author’s Notes: : (1) I am borrowing quite liberally from the two episodes above, but manipulating their content for my own purposes. I am also changing the timeline and some of the events that preceded these episodes. For example, Angel never returns in this rewrite of Season 3. (2) I’m also trying out a new technique. It’s alternating first-person points of view. I’m not sure if it’s going to work, but I’m giving it a whirl. (3) And thanks, as always, to Lilly for the beta read and edit!
Number of Chapters: 5
Story Premise: Buffy and Faith become involved with each another, but Faith’s accidental killing of Deputy Mayor Finch threatens to split them up.
Summary for Part 01: Buffy finally succumbs to Faith’s enticing sexual charisma but doesn’t know how to handle the aftermath.
I was so groggy that morning, and I couldn’t figure out why. I started looking around the room, blinking, and I realized I didn’t know where I was. I glanced down, and Oh. My. God. I was totally naked. I snatched the sheet up over me and looked over to see who I was in bed with and Oh. My. God. Times a Hundred. It was Faith. I was in bed with Faith. I was naked and in bed with Faith. This could not get any worse!
How did this happen? I racked my brain trying to remember something, anything that would explain this...this...Argghhh! I couldn’t even put into words what this was.
Faith heard me growling in frustration and woke up. When she saw me, she shot me a smirk and said, “Hey.” Then she sat up in bed and indulged in a long stretch.
Did I mention she was naked too?
So there I was, eyes glued to Faith’s breasts, trying not to drool on her bed, when my logical self finally asserted itself. I jumped out of the bed and took the sheet with me, drawing an objection from Faith. I clung tightly to the sheet and said, “What the hell is going on here?!!”
Faith refused to let her nude status rattle her. She lounged back against her pillows and answered me.
“We were out patrolling, did some serious damage on some vamps. You were all wound up, so I suggested we go party at this bar, and you agreed. We drank, we danced, we flirted, we ended up here.” She gestured at her bed. “Where we had mind-blowing, slayer-lust-powered sex.”
Okay, she didn’t say that last part, but she looked at me like she was saying it.
I, of course, refused to believe any of her story.
“You-you...you took advantage of me!” I accused, pointing at her dramatically.
Faith jumped out of bed and came right over. “You came on to me!” she said, pointing at me then herself.
“I-I-I was drunk! You knew that, and you—”
“Oh no. You had exactly what I had, and I wasn’t drunk.”
“This is all your fault!” I screamed before snatching up my clothes and storming into the bathroom.
I could still hear Faith through the door. “And don’t you dare go and rat me out to Wesley Wannabe, either!” she yelled. “Last thing I need is my watcher ridin’ my ass!”
Within minutes, I was out of there and on my way home.
After Buffy left, all I could do was fume. I mean, where the hell did she get off?! Accusing me of taking advantage of her?! She was all over me at that bar.
Sure, I was flirtin’ with her all night, but when it came time to step over the line, it was Miss Buffy Summers that was the first one over.
Besides, I don’t have to take advantage of anybody! When somebody comes to my bed, it’s because they want to...it’s because they feel like they’re gonna fuckin’ pop if they don’t. You hear me?
When I got home, I thought about calling Giles, but I knew he’d just go into a fit of lens polishing and mumble his way through an embarrassing and ultimately useless speech, so I decided to save us both the torment. Demony apocalypse talk...right up Giles’s alley. Sex talk...not so much.
Luckily, it was Saturday, and I wasn’t likely to see Faith that day. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about her. In fact, she was all I did think about.
No matter how mad I tried to get, I just kept coming back to the sight of her. Naked, I mean. God, she was gorgeous!
I kept telling myself, “Buffy, you are not gay, so stop thinking all these crazy thoughts!” But it didn’t do any good.
Especially not when I started remembering what really happened that night.
I knew this one was going to require a massive Willow intervention.
My friend Buffy? You’ve heard me talk about her before. She’s my bestest friend in the whole world.
A-A-And I love her. I truly do.
But the girl is a drama magnet. I kid you not.
When she came by and told me what had happened between her and Faith, I thought I was going to require hospitalization. I mean, really! The only thing that would have shocked me more was if she’d said she had woken up with Giles!
Ow, ow...disturbing mental image...delete, delete!
Now, where was I? Oh, right, Buffy dropping the bomb on me.
At first I was inclined to take Buffy’s side in the matter. I mean, who’s more likely to have led the other on? Bouncing-back-from-bad-love Buffy? Or free-love slut-puppy Faith?
But once Buffy started revealing what she remembered, it all became perfectly clear: the night had gone exactly the way Faith had described.
I had no choice but to tell her, “Well, I guess you owe Faith an apology.”
The last person I expected to see that night was Buffy. I figured she’d stay clear o’ me as long as she possibly could. But, no, right after sundown, there she was, knockin’ at my door.
At first I didn’t let her in. I just stood there with my arms crossed and said, “What do you want?”
But then she got all hurt and fragile looking, and I felt bad, so when she asked if she could come inside, I went ahead and let her in. I didn’t cut her any more slack, though. I made her do the talking.
“I, um, I came to apologize,” she said.
I just stood there and glared. I wasn’t gonna make it easy for her.
“Y-Y-You were right...about everything, and I was...I was wrong to accuse you like that. I’m sorry.”
I still didn’t say anything. I wanted to hear her say it: I wanted her to admit that she had wanted me.
“It’s just...I’ve never...not with another girl and...I don’t drink either and...you put the two together and...you end up with a really big mistake...”
Wait, that wasn’t what she was supposed to be saying.
“...and I’m really, really sorry.”
I found myself frowning unhappily, and I didn’t know why.
I mean, why did I care anyway? I had gotten what I wanted...a good roll in the hay.
A helluva a good roll.
But, now, it was over. Done with. I got some, and now I was gettin’ gone. That was my rule.
So why did I feel this ache inside when she said it was all a mistake?
Shit, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care, and I wasn’t about to let her see any o’ that anyway, so I just crossed my arms again and said, “Fine. Apology accepted. Now do you mind? I’ve got plans.”
I really didn’t, but I didn’t want her to know that.
“Oh. Okay.” Without another word, she slipped out the door and left.
Was she lookin’ all disappointed when I said I had plans?
Nah, I was just imagining things.
I didn’t see Faith at all on Sunday. Or Monday at school. But we were scheduled to patrol together Monday night, and I reluctantly showed up at the appointed time.
Well, not reluctantly.
Truth was, I really wanted to see her again. But I was also scared to death. She hadn’t been too keen on accepting my apology, and I was afraid that she’d hold a grudge.
My fears were completely confirmed when she arrived on the scene.
She didn’t even stop. She just walked by me, barked “Let’s go,” and then kept on walking. I had to hurry to catch up to her. And then she proceeded to not speak to me for the rest of the night.
I mean, I know I screwed up. But I said I was sorry, and she said okay, and that means things are supposed to be right again, aren’t they?
I struggled with whether or not to say anything. I really didn’t want to make her mad again, but the silence was killing me, so I bit the bullet and spoke up.
“Are you ever going to talk to me again?” I said, stopping in place along the path in the woods.
“I spoke to you not five minutes ago,” she said. “I said, ‘Look! Vamp!’ ”
“You know what I mean,” I told her. “I mean ‘really talk’ to me.”
She looked away and then said, “Maybe.”
I took a step closer and said, “Even people who just work together talk.” Then I dropped my gaze to the ground. I didn’t want to see the confirmation in her eyes when I said, “Even if that’s all they are...even if they’re not friends anymore.”
“I never said we weren’t friends.”
God, I thought, please don’t let me have heard that wrong.
I looked up and found her looking back at me. Her face was guarded, though, and I couldn’t get a feel for what she was thinking.
“So are we?” I asked. “Friends?”
Faith shrugged and said, “Sure.”
I felt such a sense of relief when I heard that. Feeling lucky, I decided to push a little more. “A-A-Are we...more than friends?”
I didn’t look up to see her reaction to this question. I was too chicken for that. In fact, I didn’t look up until I heard her chuckling.
“We had sex, B,” she told me with a grin. “We didn’t declare undying love.”
At that, she started walking again. And I chuckled along with her—on the outside at least. But on the inside I was feeling something else, and I wasn’t sure what it was or why it was there. I just knew that a part of me had hoped for a very different answer.
Well, after that, Buffy and Faith became friends again. Boy, did they ever.
It was ‘slayer this’ and ‘slayer that,’ and ‘Oh, did I tell you what Faith said?’ or ‘Did I tell you what Faith and I did?’ Blah, blah, blah.
Was I jealous? Darn tootin’ I was! She was my friend first. She was supposed to be my best friend, and now it was like I didn’t even exist!
And that wasn’t all. I could see Buffy changing, becoming more like Faith: less uptight, more carefree, more about the fun.
Okay, maybe those weren’t so bad, but my point is...I was worried about her. I mean, it would only take a step to go from carefree to careless. And a careless slayer could end up a dead slayer.
Me and Buffy were totally clickin’. Finally. I didn’t think that girl would ever lighten up. I mean, she did that night at the bar, but that was mostly the booze talkin’. (B can not hold her liquor.) But now she was wicked cool to hang with.
That week, I actually convinced her to blow off her chem test and go slayin’ with me. Vamp nest or not, ‘Old’ Buffy woulda never done that.
But that day, we wailed on some vamps. We were like lightning, man... the Chosen Two...bam, bam, bam! Vamps were dustin’ all over the place. I don’t think they even laid a hand on us.
And when it was all over and we were just standing there, breathing hard and looking at each other...I came this close to just takin’ her ass, right then and there.
I think she woulda let me, too. I saw the way she looked at me. Yeah...no doubt about it...B wanted a repeat performance of our ‘party at the bar’ night.
I have to admit...Faith was right about one thing when it came to me and slaying: I liked it way more than I let on. I didn’t want to like it, but I did. Especially when I did it with her. She made it so...I don’t know... something.
And since I’m all into confessing at the moment, I might as well admit that, yes, slaying does make me hungry and horny.
There. I said it. Are you happy now?
Of course, slaying with Faith made it ten times worse. I just totally lost it one night when we were on patrol.
So we were fighting these vamps, right? And all of a sudden, they just broke and ran for this manhole. Well, I went right after ’em, but Buffy stopped me. She went on and on about odds and tight space and all that, and I was like, ‘Who cares? Come on!’ And before she could stop me, I just jumped on in.
Well, o’ course, she had to jump in, too, ’cause she wasn’t gonna leave me down there all by myself.
She was so pissed!
But she didn’t have time to go off on me ’cause vamps were everywhere. It was freakin’ awesome!
I was ready to kill her for jumping into that manhole! But I didn’t have time for that. Nope. Not with all the vampires surrounding us and everything. We just had to fight our way out.
It took us a while, but we finally got them whittled down to just two. That was when it happened: Faith went down.
The vamp she was going up against just landed a lucky punch, and before she could bounce back, he slammed her into a pipe. She slumped to the ground and didn’t move.
I don’t remember slaying those last two vamps, but I must’ve, because next thing I knew, they were gone, and I was on my knees next to Faith, shaking her and calling her name. I was so afraid that she’d been really hurt. Or worse.
But a few seconds later, she came to, laughing, and said, “Worried about me, huh?”
“Well, duh!” I shot back as I stood up. “What were you thinking jumping down here like that?”
She hopped to her feet and glanced around the sewer. “Uhhh, I was thinking we’d slay some vamps,” she said all smart-ass. “Which we did.”
I let out a frustrated grrrrrrr, but she just laughed again and stepped closer.
“Oh come on,” she said, winking at me. “You know you got off on it.”
She moved even closer and rested her hand over my heart.
“Oh yeaaahh,” she said, “I think it definitely got your motor goin’.”
And she wasn’t
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 02...