Kathy's Revenge

Chapter 34
Willows POV

She’s late. The sun came up hours ago. She should be back by now. Why is she so late? I’m going to kill her when she gets back. Look at me I feel like her mother not her girlfriend. Eww scary visual. Delete from memory!

I shouldn’t worry like this about her, I know she can take care of herself. But then again she’s not exactly herself right now, so can she take care of herself if there is no herself to take care of?

Okay so slightly in babble mode but this is my nervous habit damn it so live with it. I’m actually sitting on the back steps waiting for her.

The door behind me opens with a slight creak, going to have to get some oil on that at some point. But then again if I were to be facing the back door how would I know someone had come out if the door didn’t creak? Got to learn not to think into things this deeply.

A pair of sneakers appears to the left of me I assume with the feet they belong to in them but we are on a hell mouth so you can’t rule anything out. When Oz sits next to me I think that I can safely rule out the sneakers with a life of their own theory. “Hey.” He says in that way he does so he doesn’t have to say anything to be asking you what’s wrong. He uses so few words but conveys so much.

“Hey Oz I though you’d be in bed.” I take eyes off the back gate where they have been more or less fixed since sunrise.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He runs his hand through his hair, which is electric blue at the moment. “Faith still not back?”

“Nope.” For no reason at all an awful thought occurs to me. “What if she doesn’t? What if she’s to embarrassed about the whole thing and she just doesn’t come back. I mean her hometowns only a day’s drive away from here. And that’s a big city I would never be able to find her.” Bye, bye sane-Will hello babble mode.

“She’s come back Willow.” How does he stay so calm?

“But what if she thinks that I wouldn’t be okay with what happened earlier. Which is possible I did get smashed into a wall. Which I would normally be quite mad about but I could see that she wasn’t seeing me. Which in theory I could be very mad about that.”

The gate opens and Faith walks very calmly into the back yard. I admit I’m about to get quite girly right about now. I run across the yard and jump into her. She hisses in a painful breath and I immediately regret it. “I’m sorry.” I pull away almost a quickly as I jumped into her arms not wanting to exacerbate anything that is already hurt.

She clutches onto her rib cage when I’ve removed myself. “It’s okay Red. Just didn’t expect it is all.”

I point to her injury. “Was it some super vamp that got a lucky shot?”

“Nah. This ones from a slayer.” She rubs her side slightly then seems to shake off the pain. “I’d love to continue this chat all day Red but I’m wicked starving.” Just to prove her point her stomach rumbles rather loudly.

She throws me one of the most innocent looks I’ve ever seen from her. “You want me to cook don’t you?”

“But you’re so much better at it than me.” She’s so cute when she whines.

So again I am the chef in the house, well when it comes to Faith anyway. She better realise that she is going to do that cleaning if I have to do all the cooking.

So yet again I am watching her rummage through the fridge and freezer. Okay so she has got out a lot of food and I don’t mean a lot by a normal persons standards, I mean by her standards… the amount she has got out is enough for her and Xander combined.

So here I go with the cooking again. I look her over as I stir the gravy. She is hunched over on the stool. She is sort of hugging herself but I don’t know if it is another one of the freak-outs coming or if she is just in pain. Probably pain they said Buffy beat her pretty bad and she didn’t have time to heal. I don’t think she even put any sort of bandages or anything on. Okay so I still sound like I’m her mother and not her girlfriend. I can’t help it, I am a worrier.

After the cook-a-thon I sit and watch Faith eat what can only be described as a buffet meal for twelve. I nibble on bits here and there but all the major eating is down to her.

“Do I smell food?” Xander says practically running into the kitchen to pull a chair up next to Faith. She uncharacteristically offers for him to share her food with him, Faith doesn’t do sharing food. Maybe it’s something to do with Xander helping her last night.

They both munch away as I make myself a coffee, I know, I know Willow and coffee don’t mix, makes Willow go all hyper and weird but I have been up since like… well I haven’t gone to bed…

The house is soon alive with action and everyone is in the kitchen making whatever food they can find.

I am fixing myself another coffee when Buffy enters the room. I look just in time to see Buffy give Faith a look of pure hatred.

“What the hell you looking at Blondie?” I hear Faith ask with a sneer.

Buffy gives her another look, as if Faith is a bit of dog shit on her shoe.

“If you aint got nothing to say to me then fuck off B.” Faith says before putting another shovel of food in her mouth.

Buffy seems to just lose it, she launches at Faith and sort of holds her by the throat, hoisting her off the ground. She isn’t far off the ground because of Buffys height but her feet still aint touching the floor.

Faith struggles and spits food out of her mouth that she hadn’t had time to swallow.

“Buffy let go of her!” I scream with my hands on my hips. Oh my god I really am like someone’s mother.

She takes no notice and just holds Faith there in the air with one hand.

I pick up a huge carving knife. “Buffy put her down.” I say pointing the knife in her direction.

“Oh come on Will, you throw like a girl, you wouldn’t hit me.” Buffy says with a laugh. I hate it when she does this, she doesn’t take me seriously.

“I wont be aiming for you, I would aim for the cupboard door next to you, I may not be a good aim but I know where my bad aims go and it’s slightly to the left, so unless you want to have a knife through your head then you better get the fuck off my girlfriend!” My voice raises as I say the last bit.

She seems to think about this for a second, she eyes the knife, then me and then the cupboard. Finally she lowers her arm and releases Faiths neck.

Faith falls to the floor gasping for breath between coughs, she feels her neck with her left hand, massaging it slightly. I fall to my knees next to her and hold her close to me, asking the usual questions one would ask in this situation. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Are you hurt?’ ‘Do you need a doctor?’

“You do know that for one you could have hit me with the knife if you had thrown it right? And number two… Will, you are one of the most powerful things on this planet, you have all this wicked cool strong magic and you threatened her with a knife?” She raises her right eyebrow as she says the last point.