Living on the edge
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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8,926
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101
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Sinking
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Faith.
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Chapter 2: Sinking
“None of this is any good. We’ll just have to get you new stuff.” Faith looked disapprovingly at all of Buffy’s clothes and belongings. She glanced over at the tiny blonde who was shivering on the couch for lack of a fix.
“What about my apartment?” Buffy asked timidly.
“I already talked to your scum-bag landlord, we gotta be outta here today.”
“Where will we go?” The addict asked confused.
“Giles got us a place up state… no drugs, booze, or tricks for miles.”
“What about Gage?”
“You know B, you’re a much better mother when you’re sober than when you’re trashed… he’s lovin’ Angel and Cordy.”
Faith looked at the four boxes sitting on the floor in front of her. One box held all of Buffy’s drugs and paraphernalia, which she planed to have Buffy throw off of the dock. One box was full of things that Buffy said Gage would want to have. The last two were things that Buffy had brought with her from Sunnydale. The latter of the three Faith had search closely for anything the blonde may have hidden. Faith handed Buffy the two lightest boxes, she faltered under their weight nonetheless.
“Let’s go.” Faith ordered.
Buffy helped Faith put three of the boxes in the trunk of the black grand-am that Giles insisted she traded her motorcycle in for, telling her the previous machine was not sensible for the task at hand.
“B bring that box over here.” She said leading the blonde out to the pier.
Buffy stopped next to her and looked down at the black water. “Throw it in.” Faith said leaning against a post.
“Faith…” Buffy held on the box possessively. “I don’t think I’m ready…”
“Tough shit Twinkie now hurry up and do it I aint got all day.” Faith instructed picking at her fingernails.
“I…” Buffy wasn’t given a chance to speak. “Do it!” The dark slayer yelled. “Buffy either you’re gonna throw it in or I’m going to throw both of you in and I don’t think that you’re in a swimming frame of mind.”
Buffy looked at her counter part and then at the box. A small cry escaped her lips as she watched all she knew sink into the murky water.
*** *** *** ***
Faith had driven in silence, only stopping once to wrap a blanket around the shivering blonde. She followed Giles directions exactly and ended up at a log cabin five miles outside of a town of 600. “C’mon B wake your ass up.” The younger girl prompted as she climbed out of the car.
“How did Giles…” Buffy asked in reference to the house in front of her. It was new and had two stories.
“He said an old friend of his wasn’t using it. We have as long as we need. We passed through Albany about an hour ago. There’s a treatment center there that I’m going to look into.” Faith’s voice held concern as she dumped the rest of their stuff in the living room.
“Faith I don’t need to go to rehab.” Buffy whined, curling up in one of the reclining chairs.
“Yes you do. How are you feeling? You look pale…and slimy.” Faith sat on the couch.
“Thanks for the pick me up.” Buffy smiled softly for the first time in years. Faith was grateful to see even the smallest hint of the Buffy she knew. “Faith do you know…what it’s going to be like…the withdrawal I mean.”
Faith took a deep breath. “Were you on anything but coke?”
“Heroin mostly, some Acid… I don’t…I don’t really remember.” Buffy hugged her stomach.
“As close as I can call it, it’s like a really wicked case of the flu. I’ve seen people detox from that shit and they get cold and sweaty, they puke, they have nightmares, that is if they can sleep, everything feels like it’s being ripped apart…You’re in for a hell of a ride big sis.”
“I’m scared.” Buffy cried.
“You should be. You did this to yourself B. We all have to pay for what we’ve done. All of us.” Faith lit a long awaited cigarette.
“Will…will you stay with me. I mean here in New York.” Buffy asked quietly. Her body felt so weak.
“Yeah, I’ll stay. Why don’t we get you in bed. We’ll have to share but at least then I can keep an eye on you.” Buffy tried to stand but fell back into the chair. She looked at the ground ashamed. “It’s 5x5 B. I’ll just carry you.” Faith easily scooped the frail girl into her arms and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. “We need to get some meat on your bones, you’ve lost a lot of weight. Buffy didn’t answer. She was asleep.
*** *** ***
“Faith…” Buffy whispered to the sleeping girl next to her.
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Faith leaned Buffy over the side of the bed to where she had placed a bucket.
“I’ve got you.” The reformed slayer soothed as Buffy emptied herself violently. “It’s ok B. Get it out.” Buffy finished and Faith left the room, returning with a cool washcloth she gently wiped off the elders face and neck.
“Why are you doing this?” Buffy questioned weakly.
“Giles asked me to.” Buffy looked hurt. “…and because I care about you B. You gave me a lot of chances and now I’m giving you one. We’re gonna see this bitch through. You and me; together.” Faith tucked the blanket in around Buffy.
“You mean that?”
“I said it didn’t I?”
“That means a lot.”
“B, get some sleep. I have to motor to Albany tomorrow and I’m running on empty. I’ll look into this clinic and if I like the program I’m going to see how soon we can check you in. If you need anything just wake me up.” Faith stretched out on her side and watched Buffy until she had settled in for the night.
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Pairing: Buffy/Faith.
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Disclaimer: See chapter one
Chapter 2: Sinking
“None of this is any good. We’ll just have to get you new stuff.” Faith looked disapprovingly at all of Buffy’s clothes and belongings. She glanced over at the tiny blonde who was shivering on the couch for lack of a fix.
“What about my apartment?” Buffy asked timidly.
“I already talked to your scum-bag landlord, we gotta be outta here today.”
“Where will we go?” The addict asked confused.
“Giles got us a place up state… no drugs, booze, or tricks for miles.”
“What about Gage?”
“You know B, you’re a much better mother when you’re sober than when you’re trashed… he’s lovin’ Angel and Cordy.”
Faith looked at the four boxes sitting on the floor in front of her. One box held all of Buffy’s drugs and paraphernalia, which she planed to have Buffy throw off of the dock. One box was full of things that Buffy said Gage would want to have. The last two were things that Buffy had brought with her from Sunnydale. The latter of the three Faith had search closely for anything the blonde may have hidden. Faith handed Buffy the two lightest boxes, she faltered under their weight nonetheless.
“Let’s go.” Faith ordered.
Buffy helped Faith put three of the boxes in the trunk of the black grand-am that Giles insisted she traded her motorcycle in for, telling her the previous machine was not sensible for the task at hand.
“B bring that box over here.” She said leading the blonde out to the pier.
Buffy stopped next to her and looked down at the black water. “Throw it in.” Faith said leaning against a post.
“Faith…” Buffy held on the box possessively. “I don’t think I’m ready…”
“Tough shit Twinkie now hurry up and do it I aint got all day.” Faith instructed picking at her fingernails.
“I…” Buffy wasn’t given a chance to speak. “Do it!” The dark slayer yelled. “Buffy either you’re gonna throw it in or I’m going to throw both of you in and I don’t think that you’re in a swimming frame of mind.”
Buffy looked at her counter part and then at the box. A small cry escaped her lips as she watched all she knew sink into the murky water.
*** *** *** ***
Faith had driven in silence, only stopping once to wrap a blanket around the shivering blonde. She followed Giles directions exactly and ended up at a log cabin five miles outside of a town of 600. “C’mon B wake your ass up.” The younger girl prompted as she climbed out of the car.
“How did Giles…” Buffy asked in reference to the house in front of her. It was new and had two stories.
“He said an old friend of his wasn’t using it. We have as long as we need. We passed through Albany about an hour ago. There’s a treatment center there that I’m going to look into.” Faith’s voice held concern as she dumped the rest of their stuff in the living room.
“Faith I don’t need to go to rehab.” Buffy whined, curling up in one of the reclining chairs.
“Yes you do. How are you feeling? You look pale…and slimy.” Faith sat on the couch.
“Thanks for the pick me up.” Buffy smiled softly for the first time in years. Faith was grateful to see even the smallest hint of the Buffy she knew. “Faith do you know…what it’s going to be like…the withdrawal I mean.”
Faith took a deep breath. “Were you on anything but coke?”
“Heroin mostly, some Acid… I don’t…I don’t really remember.” Buffy hugged her stomach.
“As close as I can call it, it’s like a really wicked case of the flu. I’ve seen people detox from that shit and they get cold and sweaty, they puke, they have nightmares, that is if they can sleep, everything feels like it’s being ripped apart…You’re in for a hell of a ride big sis.”
“I’m scared.” Buffy cried.
“You should be. You did this to yourself B. We all have to pay for what we’ve done. All of us.” Faith lit a long awaited cigarette.
“Will…will you stay with me. I mean here in New York.” Buffy asked quietly. Her body felt so weak.
“Yeah, I’ll stay. Why don’t we get you in bed. We’ll have to share but at least then I can keep an eye on you.” Buffy tried to stand but fell back into the chair. She looked at the ground ashamed. “It’s 5x5 B. I’ll just carry you.” Faith easily scooped the frail girl into her arms and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. “We need to get some meat on your bones, you’ve lost a lot of weight. Buffy didn’t answer. She was asleep.
*** *** ***
“Faith…” Buffy whispered to the sleeping girl next to her.
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Faith leaned Buffy over the side of the bed to where she had placed a bucket.
“I’ve got you.” The reformed slayer soothed as Buffy emptied herself violently. “It’s ok B. Get it out.” Buffy finished and Faith left the room, returning with a cool washcloth she gently wiped off the elders face and neck.
“Why are you doing this?” Buffy questioned weakly.
“Giles asked me to.” Buffy looked hurt. “…and because I care about you B. You gave me a lot of chances and now I’m giving you one. We’re gonna see this bitch through. You and me; together.” Faith tucked the blanket in around Buffy.
“You mean that?”
“I said it didn’t I?”
“That means a lot.”
“B, get some sleep. I have to motor to Albany tomorrow and I’m running on empty. I’ll look into this clinic and if I like the program I’m going to see how soon we can check you in. If you need anything just wake me up.” Faith stretched out on her side and watched Buffy until she had settled in for the night.
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