Fic: A Little Less Alone (2/4?) - NOW COMPLETE

Title: A Little Less Alone
Author: snickfic
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Faith Lehane, Buffy Summers
Rating: PG-13 for Faith's mouth
Word Count: ~900 words

A/N: Second chapter of the fic I started for the last winter_of_faith. Now there's plot and everything! Previous chapter here. More to come, hopefully before the next session.

EDIT: Fic finished as of 3/12/12. Completed fic posted at my journal.

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“So, Cleveland,” Buffy said, hands tight and fisted at her sides, neck stiff enough it made Faith ache just to look at it.

Not your problem, Faith. “It’s a place,” she said.

“Do you like it?”

Faith snorted. “We making small talk, B?”

Buffy crossed her arms. “Never mind.”

Faith let that hang there a few minutes, a corpse of a conversation swinging between them as they strode past big old tenements. Most of them are probably walk-ups like Faith’s, some roachier than others – they couldn’t all have the shit maintenance hers did – but mostly all full. Lights glowed warm in the twilight.

It felt more like home than any place Faith had been since she left Boston, this packed-in, intimate life shared with strangers.

She glanced at Buffy, who’d apparently gotten too lost in her own thoughts to remember to feel awkward.

“Weather sucks,” Faith said. Buffy glanced at her, and she shrugged. “Locals complain about snow, and you know, whatever, not like they ever see a real deep freeze here. But the freezing rain? That’s a bitch.”

“Yuck,” Buffy said. Politely, Faith supposed. They were being polite.

Screw that.

“The bald boytoy you handed off to me is a prick,” Faith said. “The principal.”

“Yeah?” Of all things, Buffy smiled a little. “I kind of figured.”

“That why you ditched him?”

“Well, finding out his mom was a Slayer put kind of a hinky spin on things,” Buffy said. “And then there was the whole Spike-be-dead plot, so...” She shrugged.

“Wait, what?” It took Faith a moment to put together her words. “Spike and Robin?”

Buffy’s expression was blank, her eyes hard and glittering. “The vampire that killed Robin’s mom?” Buffy said. “That was Spike.”

“Shit,” Faith said blankly.

“Robin didn’t tell you.”

“Didn’t tell me jack squat. We never got really personal, you know? Other than, you know.” Faith grinned, and Buffy rolled her eyes. “He went on and on about my ‘potential,’ my ‘fresh opportunities.’” Faith swung a hand at one of the greasier-looking apartments. “Some opportunities.”

“It’s not all like this, is it?” Buffy said.

“There’s ritzy parts. Not like us in the stake trade can afford them, but nice enough to look at. Parks. Not a bad music scene, if you don’t mind bands you’ve never heard of. Clubs are for shit, but they serve booze, so what the hell.”

“And slaying? How’s that?”

“Same old. Stake goes in the vamp. No apocalypse plots yet, though. Gotta say I’m disappointed.”

“Yeah?” Buffy said. If Faith’d been hoping for shock, she didn’t get it; she wasn’t sure Buffy was listening at all. She wasn’t really there. Faith had her alongside, stalking along all blond badass bitch, and she wasn’t even there.

“What’d you come for, B?”

What little expression there’d been on Buffy’s face fell off. “You promised me I could kill things,” she said.

There were cemetaries, the morgue, the blood banks: good hunting grounds for a Slayer with an itch. Faith was starting to think, though, that a couple of fledgling vamps wasn’t going to do it for Buffy. “I got a place, guaranteed action, if you don’t mind spines and goo.”

Buffy wrinkled her nose, but she said, “Lead the way.”


--

Two blocks off a boulevard stood a row of warehouses huddled one after the other as tightly as very grimy pearls on a string. First in line held raves a couple of nights a week, strictly human except for the predators stalking the crowd. Next were a couple more dedicated to what, Faith had gathered, the city police call ‘vice’ and left alone. Still mostly human. After that, though, things got colorful: cavernous open spaces full of unlikely demons and unlikelier demon wares; the xenophiliac’s red light district, a couple of Orpheus dens.

And the fights.

Buffy strode along beside Faith, her blankness forgotten for the moment as she gawked at the demon crowd. A few glanced in their direction and then hastily away. Faith ignored them.

“Shouldn’t we be killing something?” Buffy half-whispered.

“I see evil shit, I kill it,” Faith says. “Otherwise, innocent until proven guilty, yeah? The freaking American way, and all that.”

“Right,” Buffy said, eyes very round.

“Yo, Otto,” Faith called. Across the crowd, a huge lump of orange, bulgy flesh turned around. The demon’s three main eyes blinked at her. Faith walked up to him and said, “Got room for a couple of Slayers on the roster?”

Otto blinked again. “Two of you?”

“She’s the one with the itchy fists. Take her first.”

A ring of flesh all the way around him rose and fell. Faith had figured out a while back that this was Otto’s approximation of a shrug. “Slow night. I’ve got room. Could take you as a team,” Otto said.

Faith grinned at Buffy. “Whattya say, old buddy, old pal? Doubles?”

Buffy was still wide-eyed and now verging on freaked.

“Come on. Trust me,” Faith said. The words soured as soon as they were out, and probably her expression with them.

But it was Buffy’s turn to shrug. “Sure. Doubles.”

Otto’s lipless mouth widened, displaying a total lack of teeth. “Third bout to start. She know the rules?”

“She will.”

final part
“The bald boytoy you handed off to me is a prick,” Faith said. “The principal.”

“Yeah?” Of all things, Buffy smiled a little.
“I kind of figured.”

“That why you ditched him?”

“Well, finding out his mom was a Slayer put kind of a hinky spin on things,” Buffy said


-- LOVE IT.

“And slaying? How’s that?”

“Same old. Stake goes in the vamp. No apocalypse plots yet, though. Gotta say I’m disappointed.”

“Yeah?” Buffy said. If Faith’d been hoping for shock, she didn’t get it; she wasn’t sure Buffy was listening at all. She wasn’t really there. Faith had her alongside, stalking along all blond badass bitch, and she wasn’t even there.


-- OMG so in character and so good. I love your Faith voice. I love the dynamics at play here. Just too good.

“Shouldn’t we be killing something?” Buffy half-whispered.

“I see evil shit, I kill it,” Faith says. “Otherwise, innocent until proven guilty, yeah? The freaking American way, and all that.”

“Right,” Buffy said, eyes very round.


-- LMFAO FOREVER.

-- Please tell me the next part is up soon... and are they going to fight in a demon fight club!?
I love knowing what bits people like! And I'm thrilled to know that Faith's voice works for you. She and I are so different that writing her is always a challenge for me.

I hope there will be more soon! As a WIP, this has progressed so slowly, I'm embarrassed. I think maybe during one of the free-for-all days I'll post the next part. I think I'm unstuck now, what with the plot showing up and all. :)
Neato! Love how little Buffy is giving away, and Faith's rather unwilling attention to every single hint that escapes.
Yep. Those things, those are exactly what I'm shooting for!

Glad you're enjoying. :)
Clearly there needs to be more, however long it takes me to write it. We can just leave them hanging there before a fight!

Glad you're enjoying. :)
I looooooove the way you write them! Your Faith is wonderful, and their dynamic is just right, kind of awkward but ~getting there. Carry on.
Yay, thank you! Moments of understanding despite awkwardness are some of my favorite things. :)