Rating: Probably an R, it'll probably get racy… and it's Faith, language and such.
Disclaimer: I feel like I'm a little kid playing with her big brother's very expensive, very complex toys and if I got caught I'd be in trouble. But, I'll put 'em back where I found em! And I'll so be careful! (And I don't own 'em, and I'm not making money from this.)
Note: The song is "Trying", Lifehouse.
As Soon As You Were Gone
Chance
Chapter 14: One Step Back To You
~ Could you let down your hair and be transparent for awhile? Just a little while to see if you're human after all. ~
Faith stepped into the house, taking a deep breath for strength. This was going to be quite the interesting situation. The more she thought about it, the inner optimist in the back of her head told her that Tara, Willow, Dawn - they'd speak up for her. They'd tell Buffy she was truthful, she really had recovered. They'd tell Buffy how gentle she was with them, how careful she was to protect them. It was amazing to her to even have found her inner optimist again. She thought it had died a long time ago, but these girls - this family - had restored her faith in herself. She chuckled. Faith's restored faith.
She heard Buffy scowl behind her, knowing she heard the chuckle. She couldn't help being calm about all of this. She wouldn't fight Buffy, not anymore. She was here to prove that she could be good, and if this was something she had to do to prove it, so be it. She turned to look at the older girl. "Maybe you should let me get Willow and Tara. Dawn's in bed by now, and we might want to wait till they see you before we wake her up."
Buffy scoffed, but realized Faith made sense. "Alright, fine. Go get them."
Faith nodded, keeping quiet, although she knew it was at least a step in the right direction. She climbed the steps, thinking about how to say this in the most appropriate way possible. In the end, she just decided that there was no gentle way to break this news.
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Tara was nuzzled into Willow's neck, wrapped up in her body, enjoying the feeling of her lover's skin and the rise and fall of her belly. She wasn't asleep, just relaxed. She heard Faith coming up the stairs, but didn't think much of it. Willow for her part was on the cusp of sleep and consciousness. Neither of them had much desire to move, the warmth was comforting enough to make them lazy for the next few hours. Tara perked a bit in surprise when Faith knocked on their door. The brunette practically never disturbed them, unless it was a real emergency. But the phone hadn't rung, and Dawn was already gone. She rose from bed, Willow's eyes opened, and she propped herself up a bit, wrapping the blankets around her while Tara fixed on a robe. They shared a concern gaze before Tara opened the door.
Faith, for her part, stood apologetically in the hallway, her fist poised just over the spot where she had just knocked. As the door opened, her hand dropped. "Hey Blondie." Her voice was soft. "You know I hate to interrupt you…"
Tara wasn't listening to Faith; she was instead shocked by the feel of Faith's emotions coming off in waves, a resignation, contentment, and an uncertainty. Something was going on, and Faith was trying to tell her. "What's wrong?" Tara asked. She always did hate talking around things.
"I think you need to come downstairs." Faith's eyes burned into Tara's, begging her to see for herself. "I think Willow does too."
Tara nodded slowly. "We'll be down in two minutes."
"Make it quicker, I think you're REALLY going to want to take a look at this." She muttered more to herself than actually to Tara, but Tara heard it anyway. She shut the door and went to get Willow out of bed. Something big was definitely going on.
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~ Honesty is a hard attribute to find when we all want to seem like we got it all figured out… ~
Buffy was sitting on her couch, her face buried in her hands. Did she have any right to doubt her family's obvious affection for Faith? She had been watching for awhile, there was no fear - even in Willow. She had died thinking Willow would never forgive Faith, and now Faith lived in the same house as her best friend? Unbelievable. Tara had some of the best judgment in people she'd ever seen (if she did say so herself), and she certainly could read auras. She had seemed so comfortable with Faith. Maybe jail had given Faith a different outlook. Perhaps Faith had actually found redemption. But on the other hand, Faith had screwed her over twice now. And really, what was there to say she wouldn't go back to that? That something she did wouldn't set the other Slayer off again? And really - could she believe Faith was in love with her? She supposed it made a lot of sense in the long run. Why Faith fell apart like she did, why she went after her and her family like she did.
She also didn't know why she reacted the way she did to Faith. Is it possible after all of this time that's actually what the problem is? She shook her head, willing that thought away again. She refused to believe it. No, it simply wasn't possible. Then again, it was her that had reached for Faith. It was her that watched Faith for hours before alerting any of them to her presence. It didn't matter. Faith had to go. At least until Buffy had time to reason and make sense of everything. If she proved… who was she kidding? She didn't even know why she was still thinking about this.
Faith came down the stairs, eyeing Buffy on the couch. The girl was deep in thought, and perhaps it was better if Faith just kept her distance until the girl noticed her standing there. But she heard Tara and Willow's door open, and she knew it would be better if Buffy knew she was back before they came down. Doing a quick survey of Buffy, she noticed how the girl looked. That might actually be a bad thing. "B." Buffy looked up, surprised. "Maybe you should go downstairs and change. Maybe you'd be more comfortable."
Buffy understood. Maybe Tara and Willow would be more comfortable. She stood, and wandered downstairs, quickly locating an old pair of sweatpants - hers? She grabbed a T-shirt from the clean pile; not even noticing it was Faith's workout shirt until she was halfway up the stairs. She shrugged it off.
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~ Ain't going to pretend like I do, Just trying to find my way, Trying to find my way, The best I know how, Well, I haven't got it all figured out quite yet… ~
In the meantime, Tara and Willow wandered down the stairs. Tara was leading, with Willow's hand fitted loosely into her own. They were already in combat mode, waiting for the worst news possible. Faith was glad that she had sent Buffy out of the room. Their eyes searched the living room as if expecting it to be horrifically disformed, or a demon growling at them, or something of the like.
Faith smirked, but it quickly gave way to a more serious look, a maturer look crossing her face. "Why don't you two sit and I'll give you just a moment of preparation for what's about to happen?"
"Faith, I'm tired. What is it?" Willow practically moaned.
Buffy jogged up the stairs, but her feet were light on the steps. She opened the door, but quickly just cracked it as she heard Faith about to tell Willow what was going on. That would certainly give her an opportunity to gage their friendship. "I think something good has happened. Very good, really, for you guys. But I think it's kind of going to be a shock."
"What, Faith?" Willow again interrupted. She was cranky, but her tone was affectionate.
"Buffy's back."
There was a dead silence in the room. And then… "Are you sure?" "Where is she?" "Are you sure you weren't just seeing things?" "Faith, I hope this isn't a joke." "Let's find her." "Why aren't we out looking for her?" "Is Dawn awake?" "Does she know?" Their questions poured forth, it was a volcano of spoken words, all coming faster and faster, reducing Willow to babble mode and Tara not far behind her. They both knew to trust Faith, she certainly would have discovered if Buffy was a fake. She wouldn't have brought that home, but neither of their minds could actually wrap around the concept. Buffy? Back? She died.
Buffy smiled, some things don't change. She opened the door and rounded the corner. Everything stopped once more. To Willow, it seemed as if her best friend was walking back into her life in slow motion. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming. She smiled; Tara's fingers were lightly pinching her forearm, as if to say "You're not dreaming!" Buffy looked at the redhead, staring at her, taking in her features for a long moment. She had missed Willow, and she hadn't even realized. Now she could feel the redhead's absence heavily in her heart. Willow's emerald eyes filled with tears - much like Buffy's, and as they looked at each other, Willow finally managed to choke out "Buffy?" The blond nodded, and they moved together in a crushing hug. Buffy was careful as to not hurt the girl, and Willow was careless, putting a lot of pressure on even Buffy's system. Willow hadn't let go yet, but Tara felt compelled to join in. All three of the girls stood crying silently curled into each other's arms. A mantra came unbidden out of Willow's lips, whispered and repeated over and over. "I can't believe it's you. I can't believe you're here. I missed you so much. We missed you so much." Over and over, this was all Willow had the strength to get out.
Faith stood to the side, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She was so happy for them, for the people who had made her feel human again. It was so nice to see Willow and Tara really happy. But if she were to be honest with herself - she couldn't help but feel sorry. She wanted so badly to grab Buffy and make her realize that she was telling the truth. All she wanted to do was prove how much she loved the girl, how much she loved her family. But there was no way to do that without B thinking she was a psychopath. So, she was leaving. It was better this way anyway, wasn't it? "I'm gonna go get my stuff." She spoke to no one in particular, but Buffy caught it and nodded. But so did Tara.
"Why are you getting your stuff?" Tara asked, and then looking at Buffy, her eyes widened. "Oh." She frowned, as if debating what to do.
Willow looked between all of them, confused for a moment, and then a lightbulb went off in her head. "Oh, Buffy, no! She's good now! I swear. She's been living here for a few months. Things are okay. She took care of us and stuff. And I know she used to be all bad and evil and skanky, but she's good and honest and stuff now. No Mayor, just Faith. She's saved our lives. All of our lives. She's been patrolling, and she's been picking up where you…"
"Left off?" Buffy asked, with an unreadable expression.
Tara interceded. "Buffy, I know… how you feel about Faith, but really… she's been helping us, and I trust her. I'd like if she stayed, but I think this is a lot to be talking about right now. In fact, I think we should all sit down, let you tell us the story, and then we'll all go to bed. And tomorrow morning we'll discuss this further. Faith will sleep on the couch tonight - I will not throw her out to that dingy motel. Not at this time of night. Not ever again."
Buffy felt a stab of guilt. How many nights had she let Faith go to that place without a single person to talk to? But she sighed, relenting. "Fine, but we'll discuss this tomorrow."
~ But even if it takes my whole life to get to where I need to be, If I should fall to the bottom of the end I'll be one step back to you… ~
Faith felt herself smile. That's one more night than she had five minutes ago. They all sat down to discuss how Buffy came back, and Faith felt herself calm a bit. Maybe things weren't going to be as bad as she had prepped herself for. Maybe this time, they were on the way back to being what they should be. Together.