Chasing the Girl
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
5,452
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chasing the Girl
Pairing: Buffy / Faith.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: All six series.
Disclaimer: I own no character but Rose. The rest belong to Whedon and Co. I'm just playing with them.
Notes: Feedback is not only welcomed, it's appreciated. I take every critique (good or bad) into consideration. Besides, it's the only thing that keeps me writing.
Summary: After six years Faith is summoned, as a last result, to New Orleans to help Buffy, and quickly finds that she is not the girl that Faith once knew.
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"Fuckin A." Faith beat at the steering wheel as her car jerked forward. "Fucking dog." She muttered under her breath. 'Gone 30 minutes and I've already killed something.' She thought.
"If I believed in omens, that would have been shitty. Thank god I'm not the religious type." She pushed one black lock behind her ear."And now I'm talking to myself as well. Well, what can I say? Faith, why the fuck are you doing this? Six years later and you're probably the last person she wants to see." She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. 'Six years didn't change much...' She thought, as she flicked her third cigarette out of the window. '...cause she's the only person I want to see.'
Six year ago, Faith left. She got off the bus in Memphis while the others were going for food, and she was looking for a way out. Before getting off the bus with the others, she left Buffy a note:
"I'm done. Not too much to hang around for. You know me, B, not the hanging around type. Life's for the living and we got a lot of that to do, not being the Chosen Two anymore. I'm thinking about getting my groove back, or finding my groove, you know that makes no sense, I'm just going away. You see, B, you and me, even if we're not the yin and yang anymore, we're still two halves. The way I see it, it's why we can't get along. Love/Hate and all that shit. Whoever said there's a fine line there had it right, cause there is, at least for me. Not to scare you or anything, but hey, I guess it doesn't matter cause I'm gone, but it was different for me than you, I mean. I wanted to be you, yeah, you got me there, but I wanted you more. To crawl into you and never leave. Not to play on my famed sexual innuendos but I wanted to be in you, physically, yeah, but emotionally as well. Shit I could have sex, I'm not afraid of that, but sex is sex is sex, I say. The fact that every time I look at you I want to devour you scares the hell out of me, but what scares me more, is I'd rather have you hold me and tell me things I know you'll never say. I want to promise the world to you, be the world to you. Cause you've pretty much always been it to me. I still can't come to terms with that, and well, rejection was never my friend. And I can't look at you everyday and ignore it. I would give my life for you to feel the same way, but I'm learning not to be so damn stupid. Now that I've spilled my soul, and pretty much told you shit you already knew, I'm gone. I hope you know if you need me, well, Red's a little more wicked than I remember with the Wicca stuff, so she can find me. Anyway, I asked her. Don't forget me, I'd rather you hated me. Love, Faith."
She put it on Buffy's seat and took off in the opposite direction that the gang went. She had gathered what little money she had and hitched to the bus station, and yeah, glutton for punishment that she was she headed to Boston and she never left.
'So much for seeing the world and all.' She thought. 'Get my groove back, that's a laugh, unless you count stripping as a groove, then okay, got it back.'
"Oh, who the fuck am I kiddin, one call from Red and I'm in my car and headed to New Orleans cause Buffy needs me, seems shit never changes." She told her reflection as she merged onto the interstate.
To be continued...
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: All six series.
Disclaimer: I own no character but Rose. The rest belong to Whedon and Co. I'm just playing with them.
Notes: Feedback is not only welcomed, it's appreciated. I take every critique (good or bad) into consideration. Besides, it's the only thing that keeps me writing.
Summary: After six years Faith is summoned, as a last result, to New Orleans to help Buffy, and quickly finds that she is not the girl that Faith once knew.
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"Fuckin A." Faith beat at the steering wheel as her car jerked forward. "Fucking dog." She muttered under her breath. 'Gone 30 minutes and I've already killed something.' She thought.
"If I believed in omens, that would have been shitty. Thank god I'm not the religious type." She pushed one black lock behind her ear."And now I'm talking to myself as well. Well, what can I say? Faith, why the fuck are you doing this? Six years later and you're probably the last person she wants to see." She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. 'Six years didn't change much...' She thought, as she flicked her third cigarette out of the window. '...cause she's the only person I want to see.'
Six year ago, Faith left. She got off the bus in Memphis while the others were going for food, and she was looking for a way out. Before getting off the bus with the others, she left Buffy a note:
"I'm done. Not too much to hang around for. You know me, B, not the hanging around type. Life's for the living and we got a lot of that to do, not being the Chosen Two anymore. I'm thinking about getting my groove back, or finding my groove, you know that makes no sense, I'm just going away. You see, B, you and me, even if we're not the yin and yang anymore, we're still two halves. The way I see it, it's why we can't get along. Love/Hate and all that shit. Whoever said there's a fine line there had it right, cause there is, at least for me. Not to scare you or anything, but hey, I guess it doesn't matter cause I'm gone, but it was different for me than you, I mean. I wanted to be you, yeah, you got me there, but I wanted you more. To crawl into you and never leave. Not to play on my famed sexual innuendos but I wanted to be in you, physically, yeah, but emotionally as well. Shit I could have sex, I'm not afraid of that, but sex is sex is sex, I say. The fact that every time I look at you I want to devour you scares the hell out of me, but what scares me more, is I'd rather have you hold me and tell me things I know you'll never say. I want to promise the world to you, be the world to you. Cause you've pretty much always been it to me. I still can't come to terms with that, and well, rejection was never my friend. And I can't look at you everyday and ignore it. I would give my life for you to feel the same way, but I'm learning not to be so damn stupid. Now that I've spilled my soul, and pretty much told you shit you already knew, I'm gone. I hope you know if you need me, well, Red's a little more wicked than I remember with the Wicca stuff, so she can find me. Anyway, I asked her. Don't forget me, I'd rather you hated me. Love, Faith."
She put it on Buffy's seat and took off in the opposite direction that the gang went. She had gathered what little money she had and hitched to the bus station, and yeah, glutton for punishment that she was she headed to Boston and she never left.
'So much for seeing the world and all.' She thought. 'Get my groove back, that's a laugh, unless you count stripping as a groove, then okay, got it back.'
"Oh, who the fuck am I kiddin, one call from Red and I'm in my car and headed to New Orleans cause Buffy needs me, seems shit never changes." She told her reflection as she merged onto the interstate.
To be continued...