Chasing the Girl

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Part 11

Faith was amazed at the ease that she had in taking Buffy out of the club.

No one had even hinted at the fact that the dark haired girl was essentially kidnapping her. 'Probably glad to see the crazy bitch outta there.' Faith thought.

"Crazy bitch is right..." Faith mumbled, pulling Buffy into the passenger's side of her car. "...and I'm suresure which one of us it is."

She looked over at Buffy as she pulled out of the lot. She seemed to still be out of it, probably cause she was stoned out of her mind.

"Jesus, that's gonna leave a nasty bruise." She said out loud looking at Buffy's face. "Not unlike these here on my neck." She finished looking at herself in the rearview.

Faith drove for about an hour heading east out of the city. She wasn't thinking about where she was going or the fact that neither of the girls had a change of clothes, and it didn't even cross min mind that she had just basically kidnapped a badass, drug addicted Slayer, whom at any point was probably going to wake up and kick her ass.

No, Faith was just driving, intent on getting as far away from New Orleans as possible before the girl woke. She had just turned the radio up, thinking 'this is a good song', when Buffy stirred.

"Malcolm?" Buffy asked, raising her head.

"Nope babe, just me." Faith smiled at her, as Buffy whipped her head around.

"Christ, F, way to punch someone." Buffy said holding her head. "It's gonna bruise, too. I'm taking it that you didn't get any of my stuff when you carried me out, huh?" Buffy asked.

Faith looked at her stupefied.

"Umm, no, I was kinda in a hurry, didn't have time to think about your makeup." Faith finished, "Why ya not mad, B?"

"Oh, about you punching me, yeah, well, life takes us strange places, and it wouldn't be the first time." Buffy said, looking out the window. "You got a smoke?"

"Yeah. Here." She handed her the cigarettes. "You know, B, I know I did some crazy shit to you before, but unless I'm suffering from some memory loss here, which is highly likely, don't get me wrong or anything." Faith countered taking a lit cigarette from Buffy before continuing. "I don't think I ever punched you in the face and kidnapped you. Not while you were trying to seduce me, anyway."

"Didn't say it happened with you. Just said it happened." Buffy said, still blowing smoke out the window. "Nothing suprises me anymore, Faith. Guess it's better you than some guy with a pair of pliers." She finished.

Faith decided not to question what that was about and kept on driving instead, wondering where the hell she was going.

"Willow! Shit." Faith exclaimed after a few minutes. "I need to stop and call her, tell her I got...have...tell her you're with me."

"Fuck Willow." Buffy said, still staring at anything but Faith.

"Why?"

"Why fuck her? Oh, I don't know, she and that little lap dog she has stole my child. I think that's grounds enough to say fuck her." Buffy said, the first hint of anger touching her voice.

"Not the way they tell it, B. Way I hear it, you got drunk, knocked Xander around, almost let Rosie drown, and then told Wills you didn't want her anyway. Plus the little lap dog, as you refer to her, is basically supporting your child. I would think you would be a little more understanding. Oh, wait, no I wouldn't."

"Rosie?"

"What?" Faith asked.

"Oh, nothing, Rosie is all. Just you've been here one day and you're already calling her by her little Wiccan nickname. Did you fall for her like they did? One look at that little face and you saw me, and just knew this little girl had stole your heart?" Buffy asked.

"Don't be a bitch, Buffy. She doesn't even look that much like you. Her dad must have been dark and handsome, cause when we went to eat, the waitress thought she was mine."

"Her father was a dick."

"Yeah, well, her mother sounds like a bitch. Does it make you feel good to talk about your child like that? Do you think your foolin me with the hardass routine or the mother who doesn't care. Shit B, I had one of those and you're outta your league there." Faith gripped the steering a little harder.

"You did fall for her, didn't you?" Buffy taunted.

"Yeah, she's a cute kid. Not that you'd know. It took a while though, to be honest, she was a little shit at the restaurant. But when we got back, when it was just me and her, well, I've never had a kid fall asleep on top of me like that, with her little arms wrapped around me like she was afraid I was going to leave her. It didn'te mue much for me to love her, not after that."

Buffy looked down at her hands. She was barely whispering. "I did try, you know."

"Yeah, Will said you tried a whole two weeks. Look at you. Supermom." Faith couldn't hide the disdain in her voice.

"I deserved that." Buffy simply stated.

Faith cracked then. She pulled the car off the road.

"Fuck, B, you deserve a lot more than that. You deserved them taking her away, not letting you see her. You deserved me knocking your ass out. You deserve me leaving you here on this fucking highway and going back to see your kid. Cause I gotta tell ya, I'd pretty much rather be with her right now, than in this car with you." Faith released her grip on the steering wheel and turned back towards the window. "Buffy, you need to make up your mind, as it is, you've pretty much depleted any sympathy I had for ya. But, I came here to help you. And I think I still want to, but these mood swings, you need to pick a personality and stay with it. That little freaky sex display earlier and now this little admission of guilt, I'm thinking you don't know what you want. I will help you. My reasons for doing so may have changed or at least been altered, but I will help, but you've got to want it and you've got to mean it. Cause I'm not Red, and when I say you're getting one chance, I fucking mean it."

Buffy turned her head away from Faith and laid it back on the seat, there were no tears, no rebuttals, not one act of defiance.

"I've been waiting six years for your help, Faith, I'm not about to turn it down." She said, and then closed her eyes. "Wake me up when we get to wherever it is you've decided we're going."

Faith started the car and didn't reply, just pulled back onto the highway and drove off.

'Where we're going? That's the $64,000 question, isn't it?' She thought.

To be continued