Surprises

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Part 14


Part 1\nWil\nWillow was busy dragging Faith along the sand, unbeknownst to the small scene she was causing. Damn, this witch is strong, Faith thought, finally pulling out of her grasp.

"Ok Red," Faith said, rubbing her wrist, "What the fuck's up?"

Willow turned around to face Faith, looking over her shoulder she saw Buffy approaching Xander, all determined like, and then she looked back at Faith, "Look Faith I don't want to talk about this here," Willow said to her, "Come on back inside," Faith was about to protest, when Willow stopped her and looked down at her bikini, "besides," she said, "your suit is a little torn." Willow was smiling when she said it, but she couldn't help but keep a small amount of disgust from creeping into her voice.

Faith glanced down at the bottoms of her new bathing suit, and grimaced. In the front was a small tear, no more than an inch long, but fuck, she thought, it's still there, and could become noticeable. Yeah, if anyone's staring, she argued with herself. She looked at Willow about to state the sentiment, when she realized now actually wasn't the time for a joke. "Fine," she said to the redhead, who was waiting for an answer by tapping her foot impatiently, "we'll go inside."

Faith wanted to turn around when she said that, to look and see what B was doing. She had just shrugged her shoulders when Faith had earlier questioned her with her eyes. Like she didn't care, she thought. Who am I kidding, of course she doesn't fucking care. I'm so stupid, she began to mentally berate herself, an exercise she excelled in. She walked so fast into the hotel that she passed Willow anen sen she turned around she noticed the girl had stopped.

"Aren't you coming," she said to Willow, "You drag me off the beach to lecture me on the finer points of ocean screwing, I assume, and now you're lagging."

"So not the time to discuss yours and Buffy's 'relationship.'"

"I thought that is why you hauled me out of the water," Faith said, getting kind of pissed. She walked her hands down the sides of her body, "you just a p a piece too?"

"You're funny Faith." Willow got closer to her, whispering, "Cause that's all it was, wasn't it, just a piece," Faith made no move to say anything, "Yeah, too bad I'm not stupid. You might actually get me to believe something like that. I knew this was going to happen."

Now Faith did speak, "What was going to happen? Buffy and I were gonna fuck? Wow, Red, didn't know you were psychic too?" Faith finished sarcastically.

"I'm not psychic, but who the hell has to be? It's the same old, same old, isn't it Faith? Buff says jump and you're measuring to make sure you jump the highest. You sat there and told me she was like a fucking drug to you, and I bring your slayer addicted self down here with me. And sat you down with your slayer cocktail. And then leave you alone. Cause that's smart, of me I mean. I knew how Buffy was, and I knew how you felt. Of course, I just figured that out, but still, I knew. And I knew better than to bring you down here. I'm actually sorry."

Faith was trying to control her breathing. She didn't much give a fuck if Red felt guilty or not. Or that she had been thrust back into another situation with Buffy. The one thing that was bothering her at the moment had actually dawned on her when Willow was babbling. It was a game. That's what Red is trying to cover up. Buffy played me, she thought. Oh, fuck that, she began to muse, still oblivious to Willow's speech, fuck that. If B wants to play, she thought, we'll fucking play.

"Going to the room," Faith said turning around suddenly, "Coming?"

Willow saw that something, something that actually scared her for a second, had crossed Faith's face. She shook her head slowly, "I'll be up in a bit."

Faith nodded absently at Willow, "Whatever. See you in a few," she said, already getting into the elevator.

Buffy had waited until Willow and Faith had made it into the hotel before actually making her way to Xander. She walked, almost slowly, but with purpose, and she could actually see him shaking a little. She was surprised at the small little burst of sadistic pleasure she felt in her stomach at his fear. She shook it off, though, and continued over to him.

Standing over him, she crossed her arms, and lifted an eyebrow, "Whatcha tell Willow?" she asked sweetly.

"Nothing," Xander answered weakly.

"Nothing huh?" Buffy asked again. Xander shook his head.

Buffy leaned down and looked into his face, one finger in his chest, "Well what kinda nothing makes our little redheaded Wicca coming rushing over to the water, practically snatching Faith away from me?"

Xander sat up a little straighter, "Whatta you care?"

"What does that mean?"

"You know what I mean? What the fuck do you care, 'B'?" she grimaced at his comment, but he went on, "didn't you get what you want? A clean little fuck with a hottie, who just happens to be in love with by by the way, not that that matters to you."

"Oh no you don't," she said, getting closer to his face, "don't go getting righteous on me, Xand. Like you fucking care about her, or anyone else for that matter."

"I'm not saying I do," he said, holding his hands up, "I'm just saying you don't either. Am I right about that Buffy? Cause if that's true, why are you so upset about Willow finding out you were playing with her, or getting some, or doing whatever you were doing? Afraid Willow will tell Faithy? Cause, that shouldn't matter, right?"

Buffy was getting pissed, fuck him, she thought. "Fuck you," she said, "I just don't feel like listening to Willow's shit. Poor little Faithy, and all that crap."

"Whatever, Buff," Xander said, "whatever you need to tell yourself, to make yourself feel better." He sat back in his chair, arms behind his head, "cause that's what it's about, isn't it? Feeling better. That's all you want is to feel a little better."

Buffy knew he was mocking her, but she felt the words just the same, "You have no idea Xander," she said, going back to her seat down the beach. "No idea," she whispered this time, more to herself than him.

Willow saw Buffy going back to her chair. She did a quick glance Xander's way, just to make sure he was okay. With his feet propped up, and his arms behind his head, she thought he looked alive, which was better than she expected. He noticed her looking and smiled at her. She returned it, and made her way to Buffy.

"Buffy," Willow stated, standing over her, "I want you to know that I think what you did was horrible. You had no right to just use her like that. You know as well as anyone how she feels about you, and yet you still go.."

Buffy raised up and looked at Willow, "shut up, Will," she said, interrupting the girl.

Willow frowned at her. "I will not shut up, Buffy," she said, "you had no right ..."

"I had no right?' Buffy looked at her, "I had no right. Yeah okay, I had no right. No right to go to Boston, stalk Faith out, and follow her, for god's sake, on vacation. Oh, wait a minute, that wasn't me, that was her. She followed me here. She followed me into the ocean. She's a slayer Will, she can take care of herself."

"You're a bitch, Buffy. A self-centered bitch. You knew how she felt for you. And you," she pointed at the girl, "called her, first. That's why she came to Nashville. That's why she's here. Cause she thought you needed her help."

"I don't even remember calling her," Buffy said.

"Oh, well excuse me then. I'm so sorry you don't remember. That makes everything okay. The fucking fact that you don't remember," Willow's voice was slowly rising, "you are horrible. I came here to help you. Not to give you reason to screw over someone else's life. Especially someone like Faith."

"Spare me, Willow. When the hell did you ever care about Faith?"

"I don't know who you are Buffy." Willow was talking more quietly now, "I really don't. I'm...I'm not sure what I can do for you. I'm not sure what Faith could do for you. I was stupid to come down here. It was stupid. I..." Willow looked up, "Tell me something Buffy?"

"What's that?"

"Do you even care about her? Do you care about any of this? Am I wasting my time here? Cause if I am and you don't...well, I'm going back to Nashville. It's hot here, and ...you kinda just make me sick at the moment."

"Go back Willow," Buffy stood and faced her. "Go back, and take Xander, and take your fucking precious Faith. I don't want any of you here. I'm having a good time, and the three of you are fucking spoiling it."

Willow just shook her head, "Whatever you want Buffy, cause you know it is all really about you isn't it?"

Buffy smirked at Willow, not answering, she had no idea if Willow was being sarcastic or not. She hoped that Willow and Xander hopped the next plane home. She'd be glad to get rid of them. But Faith...she wasn't sure what she wanted with Faith. She knew that Willow had probably already filled the girl's head with whatever it was she was thinking. Buffy wasn't sure if Willow was right or not, but she did know one thing. She hadn't felt much of anything in quite a while, not until Faith had shown up. Not until she had actual felt the rush of power Faith had relinquished to her when she shoved her fingers inside the girl. It may have been just lust, but it was something. And something is better than nothing, she thought.


To be continued