Chasing the Girl

Disclaimer see part one.

I think I'm beginning to sound redundant, but thanks for the feedback, folks.

Part 9

Faith quicky pulled on her clothes thinking about what she was about to do.

'I'm going to go get her, that's what I came here to do, to help, and I will, I'm gonna help.' She was trying to reassure herself that this was still a good idea.

"Faithy." She heard Rose call from her bathroom.

She went in and saw the mess Rose had created.

"Oh, shit, that's a little too much lipstick, don't ya think, baby doll?" Faith asked, picking up the little girl and setting her on the sink counter. "Let's wash it off."

"No, pretty, see?" Rose said, smiling a very red, very large smile.

"Yeah, okay, pretty, we'll just let Willow wash it off later." Faith answered, thinking 'I'm a fucking sucker, huh?'

Earlier.

Willow and Kennedy had gotten home at lunch to find Faith and Rose asleep on the couch.

"That Xander." Kennedy said. "Always one to do our bidding."

"Yeah, looks like it worked. We'll have to thank him later." Willow answered. "It could have ended up like when we left her with Buffy. Or worse."

"Oh, please, you knew she was gonna do fine. She's probably already wrapped around Rosie's little finger." Kennedy whispered.

Faith opened one eye.

"You know, being a Slayer and all, Ken, seems like you would remember Slayer hearing. So you set me up, huh?"

The hovering girls giggled.

"Well, then you won't mind that I taught her a couple of new words."

At this admission, Rose chose to wake. She looked at Kennedy and Willow and rubbed her eyes before laying her head back on Faith's chest.

"Shit." She mumbled. Kennedy burst out laughing and Willow threw a large throw pillow at Faith's head.

"Good job, potty mouth." Willow said.

"Thanks, Red, always glad to help." Faith countered, throwing the pillow back.

Faith spent the rest of the day playing with Rose, avoiding the subject which was bound to come up. After taking a bath and giving Rose one as well, which she had ruined with Faith's lipstick, she got dressed and brought the baby out into the living room.

"Give me the place, Red." Faith said looking at Willow.

"Are you sure you wanna do this tonight, Faith? I mean, you've only been here one day?" Willow asked her already knowing the answer.

She wrote down an address on a sheet of paper and Faith didn't answer, but put Rosie down on the floor.

Kennedy had sighed and gone to get something to clean her face, mumbling something about being a sucker Faith's way.

"Here. She's in this vicinity. I figure a couple of those clubs are to her liking, anyway, that's where I tracked her, I think Slayer mojo, you know the tingling and all."

Faith nodded. "Well, I figure that will do the rest."

Faith bent down and gave Rose as kiss on her forehead. "See you in a little while, sweet baby." Rosie smiled and clung to her leg, making Faith weak in the knees. Kennedy grabbed her and told her they needed to wash up.

Faith turned to leave and Willow called behind her. "Don't let your guard down, Faith. She's still a Slayer. And remember she's not the Buffy you know."

Faith nodded, sighed, and walked out of the house.
Faith walked into the club.

'Will was right, gotta love that Slayer mojo.' She thought, as she handed her ID to the bouncer.

When she finished she walked to the bar scanning the room.

'Come on, B, I know you're...' She didn't finish her thought as her eyes came to rest on the back of a girl dressed in a skin-tight red and black corseted dress.

'B.' She thought. Even though she couldn't see her face, and her hair was shorter, she knew it was her.

Buffy turned her head to the side and peered over at Faith.

With one hand crossed against her chest and the other holding a cigarette to her lips, she motioned with her head for Faith to come over.

If Faith could have formed a cognitive thought, she would have been remembering how strong the link between her and Buffy really was. As it was, though, Faith was having a hard enough time telling her legs to move as she walked across the smoky bar in the girl's direction.

She stopped to the left of Buffy, who had never taken her eyes of her, and smiled.

"Hey." She said.

Buffy, for her part, only looked at Faith, not seeming surprised, not seeming really anything, as she motioned with her other hand.

"Leave." She said.

Faith was about to protest, when she noticed the blond wasn't looking at her anymore but at the girl sitting on Buffy's right. It was the first time Faith had seen her. Though she had her head on the table, Faith could see her hand resting on the inside of Buffy's thigh, and she suddenly felt an urge to remove it, forcefully.

"Leave, Julie." Buffy said again.

The girl got up and left. Letting her hand trail through Buffy's hair when she moved, but she made no protest, only staring at Faith and smirking before walking away.

Buffy turned her entire body to face Faith, placing another cigarette in her mouth.

Before she could go for her lighter, Faith lifted her own, and Buffy clasped her hands around Faith, protecting the flame. After it was lit, she motioned with her other hand.

"Sit down, Faith." Buffy said, pointing to the chair opposite the one Julie had been sitting in earlier.

Buffy looked over at Faith and smiled. "Where you been all my life?" She asked, resting her head in her right hand.

"Boston," Faith answered, lighting her own cigarette. "least the last six years."

"I'm guessing this wasn't a coincidental meeting. I'm thinking this is your kinda club, but hell, they have those everywhere, don't they?" Faith nodded. "So with my impervious powers of deduction I can discern that my child stealing ex-best friend called you. Am I right?"

"Got it in one." Faith answered, taking another drag. She was staring at the dress Buffy was wearing, at Buffy's dark red lips and nails. "Stealing my style?" Faith asked.

"Please, Faith, you could've never pulled off this dress." Buffy said smoothing her hands down her chest. She quirked a half-smile when she noticed Faith's eyes following her hands. She stood up and moved in between Faith's knees, her hands behind her back, and leaned in and whispered into Faith's ear.

"It's a little crowded in here, Faithy, let's say we go back to my place." She said before licking the side of Faith's ear.

Faith tried to hold the breath that escaped her like a strangled sigh.

"Umm, okay." She said.

Buffy grabbed her hand and drug her to the back stairs before leading her up. Faith was following, her eyes glued to the back of Buffy's dress, she could feel the sweat on her palms. Buffy turned and smiled at Faith before opening the door to a room at the top of the stairs.

"Come in." Buffy said, turning around and facing Faith. "I don't bite. Not hard, anyway."

She laughed and Faith followed her into the room, sitting down in a chair facing Buffy's bed. Buffy sat down across from her on the bed before getting back up and sitting in Faith's lap, straddling her knees.

Faith kept her grip on the chair's arms and stared at Buffy, still too stunned to speak.

Buffy put her hands in Faith's hair and leaned down to whisper in Faith's ear again.

"What took you so long, F?" She asked.

Faith pulled back, looking at B.

'What the am am I doing?' She thought, before leaning in.


To be continued