This little girl

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Chapter 1


“Ok, stop it.” I sighed, pushing my face against her stomach.

“Nope.”

“Annie, I’m serious.” I tried, sitting her back down.

“Nope,” she said, struggling to get up again.

“I’m not wearing those shoes. Uglyyyyyyyyy,” she yelled.

I sat her back down again, shifting my weight from one knee to the other, “You will sit down,” I said, putting my hands on her knees, “You will try these shoes on,” I told her pulling the shoe on her left foot, “And you will like it.” I said, standing up. Both shoes were on her feet now.

“Whatever,” she pouted.

“Good. See how much easier it is when you go along with your mother.”

“Whatever,” she pouted again. She was smiling, though.

“You might want to stop listening to your Aunt Dawnie,” I picked her up and swung her around. “Cause the ‘whatevers’ are starting to get on my nerves.”

She nuzzled her face in my neck, “Sorry mommy,” she said pulling back to look at me. She smiled, “but the shoes are still ugly.”

I followed her eyes down to her feet. “Ok, you’re right,” I said, sitting her down. They were ugly.

After pulling the offending objects off her feet, I took her hand. “Hey, mommy,” I looked down at her, “You sure are pretty.” I waited. “Way pretty.”

“Yes,” I said. She wanted something.

“Prettiest mommy in the whole world.”

“I am?”

“Yep,” she nodded. “And you know what pretty mommies do?” She asked.

“What,” I asked.

“Buy their pretty daughters ice cream.”

“Do they?” I smiled, “What kind of ice cream?”

“The good kind.”

And that was my daughter. The good kind. I was supposed to know the difference. Of course, I did. “Ok, let’s go.”

“You are the bestest mommy ever.”

“Mommy?” I heard the voice behind me. “Holy Shit.” There was a whisper. “Mommy?”

I turned around slowly, Annie pulling on my arm. I would know that voice anywhere. “Faith?”

“How’s it going B? Or should I say, Mommy?”


Faith’s POV

Holy fucking shit. It’s B.

I saw the little girl first. A little dark-haired munchkin leaning over the shoulder of a very familiar light-haired frame.

I waited and listened. “Way Pretty.”

Hah. That kid wanted something.

“Yes,” I heard her voice. Buffy Anne Summers.

That kid. That voice. Jesus H. Christ.

Mommy? She turned around. “Holy Shit.” Did I say that out loud? “Mommy?”

She looked at me. Yep, B it’s me. “Faith?” She asked, after she had found her voice.

“How’s it going B?” She still seemed stunned. “Or should I say Mommy?”

Buffy’s POV

Faith, ever the smartass. Faith, standing in front of me, with her hands on her hips.

Faith staring at me, waiting for a response.

God knows I didn’t have one.

“Hi, I’m Annie,” oh, what the hell? Why does she talk to strangers? “You’re a slayer.” Always matter-of-fact.

Faith quirked an eyebrow, before taking her little outstretched hand, “Faith. The Vampire Slayer.” She did a little bow, “At your service, Annie.”

I found my voice, “Yes. She knows about slayers. And she can sense them.”

“My mommy was the original slayer. One girl in all the world. Then she got drowneded. Then Kendra. But Mommy said Kendra had a stick up her…” I clamped a hand over her mouth.

Faith tried not to laugh, “A stick up her what, B?”

I went to respond but Annie got there first. “And so Kendra got killed by the crazy vampire,” She turned to look at me, “What was her name?”

“Drusilla,” I said. I should have really shut her up. I needed to sit down. I needed a drink.

“Dursill…Drusill…”She shrugged her shoulders, “Anyway, she bit Kendra. Then Kendra died. Then there was a psyc…” Whoops. Hand over the mouth again.

Faith was surprisingly still smiling, “Well,” she did the little bow again, “Psycho slayer at your service.”

And my daughter’s, whom Willow swears is a five year old genius mind you, eyes go very wide and she states, as if she has just met Santa Claus, “Cool. You’re…”Hand permanently over mouth.

I felt a headache coming on. I turned to Faith. “What are you doing here?”

She looked at me, the smile fading. “Just passing through.” She gestured to Annie, as my traitorous daughter smiled at her, “How old is she?” She whispered.

“Five years, two months, and thirteen days.” Annie answered for me. “Wills says I am very smart for my age, just like she was. She also says my mommy is smart. But not in school. Cause Dawnie says Mommy blowed up the school.” She giggled. Oh for the love of god, shut up. “She’s not cool like you were. Dawnie says you were cool. I could feel you when you walked up. Did you really swap bodies with Mommy? That is so funny. How did you do that? I want to swap bodies with a monkey. Mommy won’t let me climb trees. Or Willow, cause she does cool magic and has red hair. Do you know my uncle Xander? He’s a pirate.”

“Calm down, Annie,” I said. I was so cool. I was the coolest thing going.

Faith’s mouth slowly formed an O, looking back from me to her, “Five years?” She asked. I could see mind twisting the years. “Five years two and half months.” She was talking to herself, doing the math in her head. She looked to me slowly, her face draining color. “How is she…” She couldn’t seem to finish the sentence? “Spike?”

Annie looked up at me. “Spike what? What’s a Spike?”

“Ugh. Gross,” I spat out before I could stop myself. Both of the girls raised their eyebrows at me. “I mean, no,” I looked to Faith, “It wasn’t…god no.” Fuck. I could see Faith’s face. The color was coming back and it was red.

“Not that I expect much different B. But how did you do it without me knowing?” She leaned in, whispering in my ear. I could feel the anger against my neck. “Who else did you let fuck you?”

Faith’s POV

You know, I’ve been slapped in a lot of places, but never in the mall.

And I wasn’t going to take that. I couldn’t help it. It was instinct. I went to hit her back. She grabbed my hand. “First of all.” She gestured to her daughter, “Slayer child equals slayer hearing, so watch your mouth.” She still had my hand, “Second of all, I’m not sure what you are trying to imply, but I’d take it back.”

I didn’t really fucking care if the kid could hear me or not. I looked down at her. The smile was gone and she was watching her mother and me like a fan at a tennis match. I decided not to notice. “I don’t care. I’m not taking anything back. Buff.”

I felt a tug on my sleeve. “Hey Faith, wanna eat ice cream with us?” I looked back down at the kid. Huh?

Buffy’s face had grown redder. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Do you Faith?” I think she would have growled if the munchkin hadn’t been standing there.

I couldn’t help myself. “Know what B? I love ice cream.” I reached down and scooped the kid up, “In fact, there is nothing I like more.”

“Cool,” Annie said. She put her arms around my neck. “I knew you would come back to see me.” She said. “I wanted to see where I got my pretty hair color,” She giggled, running her hands through her black locks. “I got Mommy’s green eyes, but I got your black hair, didn’t I Mommy?” She asked, turning her body towards B.

I tried not to drop her as I turned to Buffy. She looked like she was gonna faint. “Annie. Maybe you should not talk so much.”

I situated her on my hip, still staring at Buffy. “What the fuck is she talking about?”

Annie giggled. “Mommy was right. You got a potty mouth.”

Buffy had gotten back her spunk, “Don’t be fucking stupid Faith. That isn’t possible.”

“Oh, Mom, you got a potty mouth too,” Annie exclaimed, pulling on Buffy’s shirt

I sat the little girl down, and knelt beside her. I put my hands on her shoulders looking her in the face. She had Buffy’s eyes. But that was it. Why the hell had I not seen it earlier? Cause it was impossible? Jesus. When had that stopped shit from happening? Impossible was my and B’s middle name. “I can’t…” I stood up. “Oh my god…” I couldn’t feel my legs. This was too much. The kid was looking at me. She was getting tears in her eyes. Fuck she was gonna cry. I smiled weakly at her. “I’m sorry.” I turned to B, “this is too …I can’t…Damn B…How? Why didn’t you…” I was backing up. Well at least that was the last thing I remember. Cause next thing I know I was rubbing the back of my head. Jesus, had I …

Annie was hovering over me, looking me in the eye. Nope wasn’t a dream. I tried to rise up. “That was cool,” she said, rubbing my forehead, “You fainted.”

What the fuck?

TBC