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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
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Adult +
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17
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8,510
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45
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Dinner With the Fam
Okay, so it’s been a while… but I’ve been busy, and things happen, yanno? Either way, here’s an update. BTW, I’m down in Tx now… it’s interesting… I guess. Didn’t ever plan on moving back down here, but it happened, thus a great deal of why there hasn’t been an update in so long.
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Faith settled herself a bit more into the chair. Buffy had been quiet the entire walk there, leaving several uncomfortable gaps of silence in their walk. Now they were sat down to dinner with the blonde’s mother… who was all too eager and friendly.
“So you're a Slayer, too. Isn't that interesting!” The woman smiled and started to spoon some broccoli onto her plate. “Do you like it?”
Buffy eyed the broccoli as Faith answered, obviously wanting the bowl passed over. “God, I love it.” Damn, you’d think that I was like some movie star or something, she won’t stop smiling and staring at me… B looks like she’s kinda hungry.
“Uh, Mom?” Buffy’s voice was tentative, and she seemed to be indicating the broccoli bowl… but her mom just waved her off and continued.
“Just a second, honey. You know, Faith, Buffy never talks like that. Why do you love it?” Her eyes shone as she watched Faith and she finally stopped scooping broccoli.
Faith looked briefly at Buffy, noting the girl’s expression, before switching back to looking at her mom. Aggrivated and annoyed, not good. Oh well. “Well, when I’m fighting, it’s like the whole world goes away… and I only know one thing: that I’m gonna win and they’re gonna lose.” At that she leaned forward and winked. “I like that feelin’.” Following that statement, the brunette promptly began to dig into her food, starving. God it had been forever since she’d had a good, home-cooked meal. Glancing up again, she noticed Buffy decide to just give up on the broccoli bowl and use the tongs to grab some fries.
When Joyce finally sat down, Buffy retorted with a grumbled, “Well, sure. Beats that dead feeling you get when they win and you lose.”
Faith paused to finish off her soda, and locked eyes with the obviously resentful blonde over the rim of her glass. Fuck… this sure as hell isn’t going good. What the fuck did I do to her, huh? I haven’t even gotten the chance to fuck up yet. Damn, stop thinking that. Uh… the broccoli. Give her some broccoli idiot. She smiled tentatively as if she’d taken it as a sarcastic joke, and passed the bowl of broccoli over. Buffy just looked confused before helping herself. She’s kinda cute with that confused little frown. Fuck, what the hell am I thinking that for! “Yeah… dead wouldn’t be fun.”
Joyce just grinned broadly at Faith’s little quip, then suddenly noticed the empty glass. “Oh, Faith, can’t I get you some more soft drink?”
“Yeah, sure. You bet.” Faith put on her best shit-eating grin for the woman, watching as she took the glass and walked off to the kitchen. “She’s pretty cool, huh?”
Buffy looked at Faith skeptically, taking a bite of a fry and nodding. “Yeah, best mom ever.” The blonde then just looked around the table and into the kitchen to see what her mother was doing. “Would you excuse me?” Without waiting for an answer, Buffy hurried to get up and walk into the kitchen, keeping herself from grumbling beneath her breath. Watching after her a moment, Faith shook her head, turned, and picked up the small bottle of hot sauce, sniffing it tentatively.
Gah, nasty. How do people stand that shit? She just did her best not to look back at the two in the kitchen.
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“I like this girl Buffy.” Joyce said, grinning and taking out more coke.
“Oh, she’s very personable.” Buffy said sarcastically, sitting on a stool. “She gets along with my friends… my Watcher… my mom.” She leans back and notices Faith sneak a fry from, her plate before scooping some of the ones still on the serving plate onto her own. “Look, now she’s getting along with my fries.”
The glass filled, Joyce closed the bottle and rolled her eyes at her daughter’s attitude. “Now, Buffy…”
“Plus, who disappears into thin air, huh? She’s creepy.”
Crossing her arms, Buffy’s mom just leveled a look on her. “Does anyone else think Faith’s creepy… and disappearing into thin air?”
“We saw her last night outside of the Bronze chasing after some woman, and then they both just… disappeared on top of one of the hills. And she was there this morning all of a sudden too. You’ve gotta admit that’s creepy.” Buffy grumbled, leaning forward and resting her chin on her hands.
“She was on one of the hills Buffy, she could have just gone over the next rise.” Joyce rolled her eyes. “Does anyone else think she’s creepy?”
“Well… no… but I’m the one being single-white-femaled here.”
Her mother only smiled wryly and picked up the glass. “It’s probably best that you were an only child, Buffy.”
The blonde girl sat back up and rolled her eyes. “I’m just getting my life back, mom. I’m not really looking to go halfsies on it.” Joyce chuckled, as if that was exactly what she was talking about. “We just met her.”
“Well, there are at least some things that I’d be happy to see you share. Like the slaying, for instance. I mean, two of you fighting is safer than one, right?” She walked around and put a careful hand on her daughter’s shoulder.
“I guess…”
“Unless, I mean, you heard her. She loves the slaying.” She turned and leaned against the kitchen’s island. “Couldn’t she take over for you? Once she learns her way around?”
“No one can take over for me, mom. I told you.”
“But you’re going to college next year. She is a Slayer, Buffy, isn’t she? I think it would be…” Oblivious, Joyce starts rambling.
“Mom, the only way you get a new Slayer is when the old Slayer dies. I can’t just stop doing my duty.” She sighs a long-suffering sigh, not even realizing what she’s just said.
After a moment of quiet, it dawns on her to look at her mother, who’s white. It has, of course, dawned on her what that means. “Then that means you… you… When did you die?! You never told me you died!”
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In the dining room, Faith straightens up, and stares behind her, before edging a bit more out of sight. Shit, hadn’t the girl told her mom about that yet?!
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“No… it- it was only just for a few minutes. I kinda drowned. I was revived. I’m okay.” Buffy winces and tries to explain, watching as her mother began to pace nervously.
“Oh, I hate this. I hate your life. This shouldn’t be happening.”
“Mom, I…”
“Look, I…” She took a deep breath, doing her best not to come to tears while she was still attempting to talk with Buffy. “I know you didn’t choose this… that this chose you. I’ve tried to mark in the ‘Slayer Pride’ parade. But I…” She gulped a breath in, staring earnestly at Buffy. “I don’t want you to die, Buffy.”
The Slayer -what- parade??? Buffy didn’t let that thought distract her from responding though. Moving, she hugged her mother tightly. “I’m not gonna die. I know how to do my job.” Sighing and realizing that they still have a guest, who probably heard too much of that, she looks back in the direction of the dining room. “Besides, like you said, I’ve got help now.”
Composing themselves, both of them smiled, hugged once more, and turned back to dinner. They could talk more later, but right now they were being rude to their guest. Joyce almost looked panicked when she realized that they’d taken so long.
TBC
More to come... Sorry it took me so long to update. Stroke my ego by reviewing, and hopefully i'll get back into the swing of writing, and be able to update more than once in a while.
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Faith settled herself a bit more into the chair. Buffy had been quiet the entire walk there, leaving several uncomfortable gaps of silence in their walk. Now they were sat down to dinner with the blonde’s mother… who was all too eager and friendly.
“So you're a Slayer, too. Isn't that interesting!” The woman smiled and started to spoon some broccoli onto her plate. “Do you like it?”
Buffy eyed the broccoli as Faith answered, obviously wanting the bowl passed over. “God, I love it.” Damn, you’d think that I was like some movie star or something, she won’t stop smiling and staring at me… B looks like she’s kinda hungry.
“Uh, Mom?” Buffy’s voice was tentative, and she seemed to be indicating the broccoli bowl… but her mom just waved her off and continued.
“Just a second, honey. You know, Faith, Buffy never talks like that. Why do you love it?” Her eyes shone as she watched Faith and she finally stopped scooping broccoli.
Faith looked briefly at Buffy, noting the girl’s expression, before switching back to looking at her mom. Aggrivated and annoyed, not good. Oh well. “Well, when I’m fighting, it’s like the whole world goes away… and I only know one thing: that I’m gonna win and they’re gonna lose.” At that she leaned forward and winked. “I like that feelin’.” Following that statement, the brunette promptly began to dig into her food, starving. God it had been forever since she’d had a good, home-cooked meal. Glancing up again, she noticed Buffy decide to just give up on the broccoli bowl and use the tongs to grab some fries.
When Joyce finally sat down, Buffy retorted with a grumbled, “Well, sure. Beats that dead feeling you get when they win and you lose.”
Faith paused to finish off her soda, and locked eyes with the obviously resentful blonde over the rim of her glass. Fuck… this sure as hell isn’t going good. What the fuck did I do to her, huh? I haven’t even gotten the chance to fuck up yet. Damn, stop thinking that. Uh… the broccoli. Give her some broccoli idiot. She smiled tentatively as if she’d taken it as a sarcastic joke, and passed the bowl of broccoli over. Buffy just looked confused before helping herself. She’s kinda cute with that confused little frown. Fuck, what the hell am I thinking that for! “Yeah… dead wouldn’t be fun.”
Joyce just grinned broadly at Faith’s little quip, then suddenly noticed the empty glass. “Oh, Faith, can’t I get you some more soft drink?”
“Yeah, sure. You bet.” Faith put on her best shit-eating grin for the woman, watching as she took the glass and walked off to the kitchen. “She’s pretty cool, huh?”
Buffy looked at Faith skeptically, taking a bite of a fry and nodding. “Yeah, best mom ever.” The blonde then just looked around the table and into the kitchen to see what her mother was doing. “Would you excuse me?” Without waiting for an answer, Buffy hurried to get up and walk into the kitchen, keeping herself from grumbling beneath her breath. Watching after her a moment, Faith shook her head, turned, and picked up the small bottle of hot sauce, sniffing it tentatively.
Gah, nasty. How do people stand that shit? She just did her best not to look back at the two in the kitchen.
~
“I like this girl Buffy.” Joyce said, grinning and taking out more coke.
“Oh, she’s very personable.” Buffy said sarcastically, sitting on a stool. “She gets along with my friends… my Watcher… my mom.” She leans back and notices Faith sneak a fry from, her plate before scooping some of the ones still on the serving plate onto her own. “Look, now she’s getting along with my fries.”
The glass filled, Joyce closed the bottle and rolled her eyes at her daughter’s attitude. “Now, Buffy…”
“Plus, who disappears into thin air, huh? She’s creepy.”
Crossing her arms, Buffy’s mom just leveled a look on her. “Does anyone else think Faith’s creepy… and disappearing into thin air?”
“We saw her last night outside of the Bronze chasing after some woman, and then they both just… disappeared on top of one of the hills. And she was there this morning all of a sudden too. You’ve gotta admit that’s creepy.” Buffy grumbled, leaning forward and resting her chin on her hands.
“She was on one of the hills Buffy, she could have just gone over the next rise.” Joyce rolled her eyes. “Does anyone else think she’s creepy?”
“Well… no… but I’m the one being single-white-femaled here.”
Her mother only smiled wryly and picked up the glass. “It’s probably best that you were an only child, Buffy.”
The blonde girl sat back up and rolled her eyes. “I’m just getting my life back, mom. I’m not really looking to go halfsies on it.” Joyce chuckled, as if that was exactly what she was talking about. “We just met her.”
“Well, there are at least some things that I’d be happy to see you share. Like the slaying, for instance. I mean, two of you fighting is safer than one, right?” She walked around and put a careful hand on her daughter’s shoulder.
“I guess…”
“Unless, I mean, you heard her. She loves the slaying.” She turned and leaned against the kitchen’s island. “Couldn’t she take over for you? Once she learns her way around?”
“No one can take over for me, mom. I told you.”
“But you’re going to college next year. She is a Slayer, Buffy, isn’t she? I think it would be…” Oblivious, Joyce starts rambling.
“Mom, the only way you get a new Slayer is when the old Slayer dies. I can’t just stop doing my duty.” She sighs a long-suffering sigh, not even realizing what she’s just said.
After a moment of quiet, it dawns on her to look at her mother, who’s white. It has, of course, dawned on her what that means. “Then that means you… you… When did you die?! You never told me you died!”
~
In the dining room, Faith straightens up, and stares behind her, before edging a bit more out of sight. Shit, hadn’t the girl told her mom about that yet?!
~
“No… it- it was only just for a few minutes. I kinda drowned. I was revived. I’m okay.” Buffy winces and tries to explain, watching as her mother began to pace nervously.
“Oh, I hate this. I hate your life. This shouldn’t be happening.”
“Mom, I…”
“Look, I…” She took a deep breath, doing her best not to come to tears while she was still attempting to talk with Buffy. “I know you didn’t choose this… that this chose you. I’ve tried to mark in the ‘Slayer Pride’ parade. But I…” She gulped a breath in, staring earnestly at Buffy. “I don’t want you to die, Buffy.”
The Slayer -what- parade??? Buffy didn’t let that thought distract her from responding though. Moving, she hugged her mother tightly. “I’m not gonna die. I know how to do my job.” Sighing and realizing that they still have a guest, who probably heard too much of that, she looks back in the direction of the dining room. “Besides, like you said, I’ve got help now.”
Composing themselves, both of them smiled, hugged once more, and turned back to dinner. They could talk more later, but right now they were being rude to their guest. Joyce almost looked panicked when she realized that they’d taken so long.
TBC
More to come... Sorry it took me so long to update. Stroke my ego by reviewing, and hopefully i'll get back into the swing of writing, and be able to update more than once in a while.