Happy To Bleed For You

Kiss me (I'll kiss you)
touch me (I'll touch you)
scream for me (I'll scream for you)
bleed for me (I'll bleed for you)
Die for me...(I DIED for you)-(Rachel)


(Fpov)

"Damn!" I gasp,having just woken up from what could possibly be the worst nightmare of my entire life. My heart's beating at an unhealthy pace,and there's sweat trinkling down the side of my neck. "Jesus..." i check over myself and find that the carving on my stomach is bleeding,the blood seaping through my t-shirt. That must have been the tenth shirt I went through in two days.

But that's the least of my worries. No. I'm starting to notice that at some point during the night Sam flipped over,now she's facing me,our hands are still together,Sam's still curled up to the point that her forehead is against my broken ribs. Her breatheing is still harsh and I think her face got redder,she's still sweating,but she's not shaking any longer.

Taking my hand I trail a path from her smooth warm cheek,down the side of her jaw to her neck. I sigh in relief,she is very much alive. Why wouldn't she be? It was just a dream,nothing more,just a dream. Somewhere deep in my gut I get this quivering cold feeling,like ice is running through my intestines,and I know. I know it wasn't just a dream. It was meant to tell me something,but what can Sammy being impaled with my old knife mean? I don't have a knife much less that one,I don't know what happened to it and I don't care.

Being extra careful,so as ro not aggravate my wounds or wake Sammy,I slip out of bed and decide that she won't mind if I borrow one of her shirts. Leaning over as least as possible I reach out and take the first thing I see. I chuckle reading the slogan across the chest in bold emerald green letters. 'I'M INSANE AND YOU LOVE IT' "Nice." I mumble,gently removing the now officially ruined muscle shirt. I stick my arms through the holes,I've noticed Sam likes to wear sleeveless shirts and black. Now my head...

"You've got to be kidding me." I grumble,trying to get the shirt down my breasts. "Damn Sam likes it tight." I whine,practically clawing at the hem of the shirt to get it down. I seriously consider rubbing myself down with butter,but thankfully I manage to get it down. Quiet the ordeal. I see though why Sammy likes her clothes like this. The shirt molds to every curve of the body. On Sam this shirt shows off her slim,yet perfectly sculpted ripped torso. No wonder she always looks good. Too bad I'm all torn up because I would look smoking in this too.

"Glad that's over." Turning around to head back into bed,I'm startled as I'm met by an impossible pair of stormy like gray eyes. God those eyes! They're this vast sea of so much feeling,I could get lost in them forever and it would be perfect. I finally blink,heaving a sigh cause I had been holding my breath. Those eyes are beautiful as well as deadly,like the open sea. Aside from her eyes however the rest of her face is as blank as it gets.

"Sam," I walk over to the bed slowly and ease myself onto it,laying down so that we're face to face. Her sleepy eyes continue staring forward, seeing something I can't. "Sam?" I repeat,wrapping my arm around her waist,pulling her closer to me until everything from our foreheads sown are touching agaisnt each other. Still no reaction. Now I'm worried,can't she hear me,is she that sick? I think she senses my concern,she sighs shakily and closes her eyes,swallowing hard.

Okay, I'm officilly the biggest asshole in the world if I can make Sam like this,catatonic. This isn't the reaction I was expecting. I would rather her yell or push me away or even hit me over the head with a beer bottle. 'Now or never Faith' I tell myself. I take Sam's hand in my own, flinching at how hot and sweaty it is. The worst comes to mind and I think the fever fried her brain and she'll be a vegetable forever! Okay thank god I feel the smallest,faintest squeeze. Whew! Kinda freaked out there for a minute.

Taking a deep breath I gather about my incarved its,I've never been one for talking about my feelings and emotions and crap,so that's making it all the more harder for me. "Sam," I begin, "I...I want to tell you something and I just want you to hear me out. You don't have to do or say anything...just listen to me." I wait to see what she'll do. I'm afraid she doesn't want to listen to me but I feel her flick her finger weakly against my palm and I take that as the go ahead.

"I've never really been open like this,I don't know what to say. I'll just tell you what I'm feeling and thinking."

Sam stays still,eyes closed,all her attention of Faith's husky voice.

"I've never trusted anyone in my entire life. I always ended up getting hurt one way or another so I learned at a very young age that I could trust noone but myself. One day I was home from school,I think I was about eleven at the time,I was doing homework and my mom and her stupid boyfriend came in home all drunk. It was bad enough that my mom was drunk but Jack too? So I gather my stuff from the table and headed for my room. There was a stupid bottle on the floor and I tripped and accidently bumped into Jack and he dropped his beer. The dude was looking at me like I had just flushed the winning lotto ticket down the toilet. I tried to apologize bt he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me onto the table,then he dragged me into the bedroom. My mom was laughing at me when I screamed,she slapped my across the face and told me that that was what I deserved for being a bad stupid little girl. Jack was laughing too,then he leaned over and kissed me really hard and told me that he was ganna teach me to be a good bitch. Then...he raped me. After that I was just this depressed waste of space. Everyday I would run to shcool to get away from home,I would dread listening to the bell at three in the afternoon. Sometimes I would get myself in trouble to stay for detention.,and sometimes I would just walk around Boston until midnight cause by then mom and Jack would be totally thrashed and passed out. One day mom just didn't com eback home and I found out through the news that she had overdosed on cocaine. I didn't have any family who would take me in,they all hated me for being born in the first place,so I had to stay with Jack. Everyday I would get home and pray to god that he would be too messed up to rape me again,but he always found a way to do it,drunk,high or not.
It was five years later that this incident happened. I was about to turn sixteen so Jack said he decided to give me an extra special birthday present. He slapped,threw me to my knees,and stuck his crotch in my face telling me to suck it. I guess I was sick or something,because I puked on him instead, Heh! Man was he pissed. I vaguely remember him kick me up against the wall and just beating me on the floor for awhile, I tired to get up,but my ribs were broken and I couldn't see cause there was a cut right above my eye bleeding. I see a beer bottle out of the corner of my eye and the next thing I know,lights out. When I woke up I was in the hospital and it was a week later. Jack had taken me to there and said he found me like this in the ally behind the house and the doctor said I was lucky to be alive. So when Jack was supposed to pick me up the next day I took off and I left Boston and I just never went back. A year later my watcher found me in Detroit and you know what happened after that."

I noticed Sam still hand't moved one bit,but I could tell she was trying to stay composed under her closed lids so I continued. "You know I thought that after I became the slayer I would be untouchanle. I guess when Buffy..." I pause to search for the right word, "attacked me I realized that I was invincible. Plus it sent me walking down memory lane-" I choked trying to keep the tears at bay. "I was scared,I still am. I'm afraid...that's why I reacted the way I did. It wasn't you,Sam,you could never hurt me. I'm sorry because that's all I've done to you,nothing but hurt you one way or another." At this point I was trembling and my voice was thick with emotion. "I know I have no right to ask you,but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance," I pleaded. The tears now freely pouring like there was no tommorow.

(Spov)

God almighty! Here I am,hearing the badass cool girl Faith Lehane,Faith the slayer,Faith get some get gone girl begging and grooveling to her knees. The world is sure to end and everyone will die of a painful slow death.

Who would have known that behind that tough girl badass exterior there was a scared little girl? I feel so shitty right now and it's not just because I feel like my body's slow roasting over a spit. I thought I had lost Faith for good. But here she is,letting me in to share in her pain telling me she trust me and wants another chance. Stupid Faith,you could tear my guts out and I'd still love you.

Now i 'll be there for her even more. I want to give her everything she never had and more. I want to be the one to sit down with her and watch her heal. I want to be the one to make her smile when she frowns,wipe the tears away when she cries and laugh with her when she's happy. I don't want to exsist outside of Faith,live each day to wake up in her arms and catch her scent. Watch her smiling eyes and kiss her lips. She deserves so much more and I want to be the one to show her that amid the sorrow there's always happyness,whether it's one way or another.

Shit I wish I could tell her all this but I can't even open my mouth right now,I'll probably die. I feel Faith start pulling away from me,and I already miss the warmth of her arm around me waist,of her body next to mine. Do something!

"I'll leave you alone." She's getting up but stops when I somehow manage to catch her hand,holding her in that spot. Struggling I open my eyes against my body's will trying to show her with them what I'm feeling right now besides excrutiating pain. Faith is crying,shaking,truly a heartbreaking sight. I bet this sight would dust a vamp faster than any stake could.

"...S..s-stay." I croak,my voice raspy and hoarse,my throat throbbing in my neck. I close my eyes,feeling extremely dizzy from that one simple action. Did I get malaria or some new mutant Sammy killer disease from the jungle?

Faith slips in beside me,molding her body into mine. Her cool skin feels so damn good against my burning body. "Sam-" she starts but I nuzzel her jaw with my nose and lips to quiet her. I wish I could kiss her but I won't take the chance of getting her sick as well so instead I rest my head on her chest. Immediately the sound of her heart beating in my ear is lulling me to sleep. I'll be out cold in a few seconds,I know it. "Just...just hold me Faith." And she does just that. It's safe to say that I'm falling for the girl again.


(Npov)

Sammy sighs in fustration,she should have stayed asleep,but no Faith had to go and tickle her into oblivion and then she was coughing her lungs out on the floor. Suicide was looking so much better than drinking another one of Willow's concoctions,they taste like ass!

Faith is holding down her arms while Kennedy restraints her feet,Willow growls as Sammy puffs her cheeks to show she doesn't plan on opening her mouth anytime soon and would rather suffocate before she did.

"Sammy drink it."

"Nuh uh." she shakes her head,feeling a little light headed after.

"You're really sick." Willow stomps.

"I'd rather die and go to hell twice over. I'm not your damn lab rat."

Kennedy snorts,earning a death glare from Willow. "She's well enough to argue."

"You'll die if you don't drink this."

"It's just a fever. Get that hell spawned crap away from me!" she snarls as Willow shoves the spoon into her face. She tries to slap it away but finds her arms securely pinned to the arm rests on either side of her. "Faith you'd better let me go."

Faith raises a brow,an amused smirk on her face. "Or what?"

"Or you'll be sleeping by yourself tonight,no more Sammy Cuddles." she threatens

Faith blanches,Kennedy and Willow snickering at her. "But babe," she whines "you've been sick and I just want you to get better so we can go to the lake and you can give me some sweet Sammy loving."

"Eww! I'm ganna be sick," Kennedy gags fakely,laughing, "sweet Sammy loving."

"You're just jealous cause I got the super hot babe." Faith retorts.

"What's that supposed to mean Faith?" Willow glares at her.

"It means that if she doesn't get off me the only sweet loving she's ganna have is my foot up her ass." Sammy states rather threatening still trying to break free.

Faith pouts,her lower lip sticking out along with her big sad puppy look. Sam stops squirming,and looks at Faith's disgustingly cute eyes.
"Sammy," she draws out like a little kid.

"Ugh! I hate you." Sammy snorts,allowing Willow to thrust the spoon into her mouth. "Ahhhhhh! Ew! Blah! Ugh! Yucky! Yucky! Ahhhhhh! Gemme some thing to drink it's killing me! Ugh! Blah!" she gags dryly coughing choking and much to the amusement of her friends.

"Aww poor baby,let me help you with that." Faith giggles,pressing her lips softly against Sam's. "See? That wasn't so bad."

"It tastes like shit." Sammy huffs,looking like a pissed off evil wet cat.

"I only tasted you."

"Are you saying I taste like shit?"

Faith wiggles her eyebrows,"Maaaybe."

"You're ruthlessly cold."

"And you're unbelieveably hot."

Sammy scoffs,crossing her arms at the chest and turning her head away,"whatever."

Kennedy roars with laughter,releasing Sam's feet. "Guess there's none for you tonight huh Faithy? Very smooth with the ladies there,you're unbelieveably hot!" Kennedy doubles over,slapping her knees.

"That ass kicking is up for two Ken." Sam say grumpily,standing from the chair only to sit on one by the table. Willow takes a seat across from her and pulls Kennedy into her lap,Faith doing the same with her.

"I was serious about the beach." she grins.

"I was serious about my foot up your ass." Sam mocks her. She's acting angry,but it's only half hearted,the truth was,the medicine wasn't so bad after Faith kissed her,but Faith need not know that little fact just yet.

Faith chuckles in her deep throaty voice,moving to rest her chin on Sam's shoulder,flicking her tongue out against her ear before placing her mouth next to it. "I've never tried that before. I'm not even sure it's a position but I'm willing to experiment with you."

Sammy feels her face overflow with blood,it gushes up until her face,neck and chest are red.

"Oh wow she's blushing." Willow observes.

"Looks like she's ganna get a bad nosebleed or something." Kennedy adds.

Faith kisses her jaw,snickering at the way Sammy looks. "Ah that's sweet,you're blushing babe."

Sammy looks ready to kill."We'll see who's blushing after I give you the beat down."

"Sammy likes it rough huh Faith?"

"Ken!" Willo scolds,feeling bad for Sam but worse at the fact that Faith and her girlfriend may never walk again after tonight. She's pretty sure steam would be coming out of Sammy's nose and ears if this was a cartoon.

"Yeah she likes it rough. She's like a viscious little tiger in heat."

Ken grins suggerstively,"That good huh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. And she's go this tongue that-"

CLANG!

"Ohhh!" Willow groans,watching Faith's head vibrate when Sam hits her with a cooking pot.

"Oh," Faith rocks on the chair,the little birdies flying circles around her head,"that was so not cool..."

"Have fun sleeping on the couch." Sam laughs evily watching Faith panic.

"No babe! I was just kidding! No I mean you're good,I meant uh that uh-"

"Faith?"

"I meant I was kdding about,not about the tongue no wait I meant-ougghghfh!" Faith blabbers as Sammy thrust her tongue into her mouth. She sucks gently on it,drawing circles underneath it,making Faith moan. She catched her bottom lip between her teeth,nipping at it and pulling on it before letting go.

Faith stands dumbfounded,Sammy has the ability to do that to her. Sam winks at her flirtatiously then spins around and leaves upstairs,adding a little sway to her hips. "God that tongue!" she sighs,chasing after her like a love struck teenager.

"Well...that was um...interesting." Willow clears her throat.

"Yeah...Pizza or hotdogs?"

"Hotdogs."

"Beer or cones?"

"Cones."


(Bpov)

"You look rather sad to day luv."

I sigh,Spike is at my house,he's about to take Dawn to the movies. Fuuny how I trust him with my little sister. "You have no idea."

"'Want to talk 't me 'bout it?"

I lean forward in the chair,burying my face into my hands. "You know I've never felt this bad in my entire life. I know Faith isn't exactly an angel but god she did nbot deserve what I did to her. And Sammy.I don't even know her and I broke her heart."

"You were bloody possessed Buffy. Give yourself 'ome slack. I'm pretty sure Faith doesn't blame you."

"I know but Sammy does and so do I." I sniffel. "I wish I could have told her how I felt. None of this would have happened...and I would have her. But I'm happy for her now,Sam's a great girl. I just wish I could forget the past,but everytime I even think about it I get raged."

Spike glanced at the stairs,then sat down across from me,laying his hand over my own. "Maybe you should just let go of the past luv,let go of your grudge." He stood to greet Dawn. "Allo luv."

"Hey," Dawn says shyly,"Ready to go?"

"Aight." He lets Dawn take his hand and lead him outside. At the door,he looked back at me and said "If you ever did luv her,you'll let it go and forgive her."

I nod, "Careful," I wave them off. I watched until they disaapeared the corner then reached into my back pocket and pulled out my cell phone,dialing the number quickly and bringing it to my ear. It rang six times.

"Hello?" I heard Willow's voice ask in the phone.

"Wills,it's Buffy."

"Oh hey Buffy! What's up?"

"Willow," I hesitate," I need to speak with Sammy. I hear Willow's breath hitch.

"Buffy I don't think that's such a good ide-"

"Willow I have to do this. Please just let me speak to her. It's not like we can throw punches over the phone." I reason.

"Thank god for that. Hold on."

"Hello?"

I suck in a breath,letting it out slowly. "Hey Sammy." There's silence,maybe she can punch me through the phone,stranger things have happened so I'm not ruling it out.

"Hello Buffy"

I"m surprised,I was expecting an earful of profanities,but Sam sounded rather calm and happier,without bitterness when she said her name like it used to sound. "How are you?"

"I've seen road kill better off than me right now...what's this about Buffy?" she askes softly.

"Right...um...I was wondering if maybe you and Faith could meet me sometime,to talk...I really need to speak to you guys." I hold my breath surely Sam is ganna lash out at me now,the silence is so disturbing.

"Does Friday sound good to you Buffy?" Sam voice is still soft,but slightly strained.

"What?! Really?!"

"Believe it or not Buffy,I don't blame you for everything contrary to popular belief. And if my Faith wants you in her life then I won't stand in the way. I'll tell Faith...is that all you needed?"

"Yes. Thank you Sam."

"Goodnight Buffy."


(Npov)

Sam hung the phone up and turned to be greeted by three sets of eyes,two gawking,the other one loving and grateful. "Sheeze guys,evesdrop much?"

Kennedy was staring at her like she had five heads,much to her annoyance. "God you're a weird one. From jumping each other in cementarys to giving each other fuzzy little night calls. Did I miss the whacky weed handout or something?"

Willow elbowed her, "Ken. Sam I think it's great that you're such a forgiving person. You're really lucky Faith."

Faith smirks,wrapping her arms around her shoulders lovingly. "Don't I know it."

"Ugh." Kennedy rolls her eyes,"Too much damn mushyness for my taste. Lets waych something gorey." she suggest.

"The only thrashed body I want to see is Faith's."

Faith frowns,hanging her head down low,"that's so not cool you loser."

"But it turns me on Faithy. We should play doctor. I can be sexy MD Sam Olivares,and you can be the beautiful hot damsel in distress. And then we can roleplay and you can check my pulse."

"Okay," Kennnedy googles,"too much information."

"Oh you know you love it." Willow remarks,heading into the living room with her.

"Well of course I love it. Who wouldn't want to see those two eat each other out? It's like a major sick twisted fantasy come to life. But I would rather it be you and me."

Sam blushes a deep red,burying her face into Faith's shoulder. "I'm ganna die from an ulcer soon enough."

"Hahha! She's like Anya."

"Seriously. Lets go to bed,I want to get up early tomorrom."

Faith sweat drops,her shoulders sagging. " How early might that be?" she doesn't sound to enthusiastic about it.

Sammy smacked her upside the head softly. "Faith I want us to know each other. Besides it's starting to get stuffy in here."

"Yeah yeah yeah. I'm not five years old ya know?"

"Aww," Sam pinches her cheeks,teasing her,"you're so cute Faithy,look at that little lower lip,like a chimpmunk with cute big cheeks." she squeals," I know,your new nickname is Squirrely."

"In your squirrel crazed weed induced dreams." Faith huffs,hearing Willo and Kennedy snickering.

"But Squirrely...it's cute," Sam stomps her foot.

"I'm not squirrely and I'm not cute."

"Fine then you're ugly."

"Hah!"

"Shut up Kennedy! I'm not ugly."

"Then what are you? Sam asks enjoying how flustered Faith is becoming with her teasing.

"I'm hot. I'm sexy. I'm dirty. I'm the girl with the whip in your sick fantasys, I'm the girl in the shadows with the leather jacket and ciggerate...I'm.Not.Squirrely." she says,sounding as if the name is hurting her.

"Whatever you say...Squirrely."