Kathy's Revenge

Chapter 49
Faith’s POV

So here I am. Sitting on the very uncomfortable chairs in the very white airport in a very uncomfortable position. Why exactly did I have to bring Buffy? Riiight everyone else was either too embarrassed or too scared to come along. There is a good reason I suppose. Anyway why did I have to bring her? Again the embarrassed and scared thing and no one and I mean no one sane will EVER let Buffy behind the wheel willingly.

She’s sitting in a chair opposite me reading a magazine. I can actually feel her looking over the top of it at me whenever she thinks I’m not looking her way. I would just love to know what she’s thinking. It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to guess that when she was in my head it wasn’t just this Kathy… sorry Katherine that she saw.

Ha caught her mid-stare. “What do you want B?”

She does a fish out of water impression for a few seconds before she begins to get a hold of herself. “Nothing.” Great line to settle on there B

“Right.” Where is this Amy chick? Want to get home and back to my room as soon as I can. Now would be good in fact.

“It’s just that…” She starts but doesn’t finish.

“Leave it there Twinkie. You said it was nothing, I agreed, we can leave it there can’t we?”

“Faith we have to tal…”

“Don’t finish that sentence B. Whatever you saw whatever you think that you know, I’ve got by just fine without talking about it and I’m not about to start now. Especially with you.” I don’t much know or care what she saw. I just don’t want to go through with it. It can’t be anything I haven’t seen a hundred times before.

“I just want you to know I’m here.” She sounds sincere. Why does she have to sound sincere? It would make it a lot easier if she sounded really, really fake.

“I don’t need you.” She looks up after I’ve said that and doesn’t even try to hide her stare behind her magazine.

She opens her mouth as if to say something when a hand is placed on her shoulder and she looks round to see who it is.

“Hey Amy, how was the flight?” B says standing up from her seat.

“It was okay, I had James to keep me company, I’m sort of a nervous flyer you see.” She replies.

I stand around like some sort of lost puppy… after a while of idle chit chat between them all I decide to make a move so I pick up one of the suitcases that are laying on the floor this prompts Buffy to do the same, so we saunter over to the exit the two women still chatting away even as I throw the cases into the trunk of Oz’s car.

As I drive my mind wanders, which is sort of usual for me I guess but you know… I should really get a car… only person around here with a car is Oz I mean that is kinda stupid isn’t it? Even G-man hasn’t got another car yet, not that we drive much but it would be handy in an emergency and Oz’s isn’t exactly roomy.

I wonder what Buffy did see? Not that I want to know, well I guess I do… I want to know what she saw but I don’t want her to know that I know. Okay I know that is weird but I can’t help it. I guess the only way I will know is if I ask, I aint giving her that kinda of satisfaction… not that I think she would be mean but I don’t need her feeling sorry for me and trying to be nice about stuff and treading on egg shells about certain stuff that is said or done.

I pull the car up outside the house and get out of the car, pop the trunk, grab the bags and lead the way inside. I drop the bags in the hall and head out to the back year to have a smoke. Princess Buffy doesn’t like me smoking in the car and you aint allowed to in the airport, I sound like I am so whipped… what happened to the old Faith? The one who would have stuck two fingers up with one hand and used the other to light said cigarette and then stub the butt out on anyone’s face who told me to put it out. Oh yeah, I had to turn all good.

I sit down on the bench outside and see Willow in our bedroom window, she looks down at me and I motion to the house telling her that Amy has arrived… I can only imagine the babble everyone in the house has been getting from her since we left for the airport.

“Alright love, shift your arse over so I can take a perch.” Spike says as he walks over to me. I move over and he sits next to me.

“What’s goin’ on in there?” I ask motioning to the house.

“Not much, talking mostly. Pretty boring if you ask me.” He replies after taking a drag on his smoke.

“Did Willow come down yet?”

“Yeah, lots of awkward silences then boom, Xander and one of his lame jokes gets them all laughing and talking and reminiscing.” He replies.

“Nice to see you’re wearing the jacket.” Nice change of subject.

“Yeah well I lost mine didn’t I?” He pulls on the sleeve to bring them down his arms. “I loved that jacket. Got that from a slayer don’t you know.”

“You are aware that I’m a slayer right?” Not liking the direction of this conversation.

“Yeah.” He looks up at the sunny sky taking a long drag on his cigarette. “Back in my day I’d have killed you without thinking twice.”

I laugh at this statement “You would have tried Billy Boy.”

He looks over to me. “I’d have done it pet.” He holds the end of his tongue between his teeth and lifts his eyebrows at me. “And that terrifies you.”

“That sounded like a challenge to me.” I say standing to accept.

“If that’s what you want it to be pet.” He stands taking the jacket off his shoulders and throwing it over the back of the bench, he then begins to loosen his shoulders. “Come on then.” He takes aim at my face and begins hurtling his fist towards it. Loving fast reflexes as I duck under it using the opportunity plant my foot in his ribs.

I don’t kick out hard enough to break them. This is just a game. Why would I want to do that? As he gets back up to his full height he’s rubbing his side. “Ow that bloody hurt slayer.”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t like it.” I say with a smirk.

“You know me way too well love.” With that we go into another quick round of punches and blocks on both sides.

Needless to say we are starting to draw a crowd. Can you blame all the newbies? See a real fight going down. Spike glances over as we circle each other and lowers his voice so only I can hear him. “Wonna bring it up a notch love? Give them a real show.”

“I’m game if you are William.” I aim a punch at his face knowing that he’ll dodge it. Using that extra time I’ve been handed to drop to one knee and sweep his feet from under him. I stand over him as he’s sprawled out on the floor “Getting slow in your old age Billy.”

“It’s Spike.” He flips back up onto his feet and drops into a defensive pose. No more swaggering for this ex vamp.

Once again I strike at him and he side steps the hit, getting hold of my arm as it goes sailing past him. Twisting my arm up and releasing me from his grip serves to throw me a few feet in the air while twisting over. Eventually I land on my back. Rather hard I might add. Damn gravity. Who’s idea was that thing anyway?

The ex vampire wastes no time jumping onto my chest straddling my waist. He pulls his fist up to begin to rain hits down on my face. No fair, I gave him time to get up. Damn sense of mercy.

I catch his fist in my palm on his decent and use it as leverage to throw him onto his back. Guess who’s on top now. Using my hands on his chest I pull myself up so now I’m straddling his face. “While you’re down there mate.” I say this while trying to imitate his accent.

Trust him to come up with an inventive way to get out of things. He throws his legs up and wraps them around my chest pulling my back flat against his chest. This is now kind of a stalemate. Really not sure how I’m going to get out of this.

“What is it with all you Scooby girls? All trying to get horizontal with me.” Spike says as we roll around the floor slightly.

“Don’t flatter yourself Blondie, if I remember correctly most of those times it was through anger or drink.” I shoot back.

“Touché slayer.”

“Now have you had enough hugs or do you want a bit longer?” I ask trying to wriggle out of the hold he has me in. I cross my feet behind his head and try to bring them forward to bend his neck so his chin hits his chest.

“God woman could you squeeze any harder?” He asks obviously in pain now.

“Told you once Spike, I got enough power in these legs to pop you like a bottle of warm champagne.” We carry on wriggling on the grass, some of the new slayers finding the whole scenario highly amusing.

“Can we not leave you two alone for five minutes?” With that both me and Spike release each other and stand up to face Buffy, heads bowed like we just got caught by our mom’s stealing from the cookie jar.