Thank You

A couple of hours in the life of Faith. Could have possibly been what happened after they got home from Santa Carla in The Lost Slayers, but then again, maybe not. Who cares?
Category: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: General
Characters: Buffy Summers, Faith Lehane
Genre: Fluff, Romance – Slash
Pairing(s): Buffy/Faith
Status: Complete


My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all

I glare at the clock, nine am already? How? I’m gonna be late.

It’s a miserable day outside, what happened to all that LA sunshine I was told about?

And even if I could it’d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad
It’s not so bad

I take a final drink of my black coffee, wince in disgust at the sweetness at the bottom because I didn’t stir it enough, and the fact it’s stone cold. I grab a jacket and head out of my tiny apartment.

Taped to my front door is a picture of B. It’s my latest tactic to jolly myself up before I go and mingle with the rest of humanity. I blow picture-B a kiss and head out the door.

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay
My head just feels in pain

My hangover is starting to kick in, and it’s brought friends. There’s a million little devils all clog-dancing inside my skull.

I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today

Oh, god. Public transport is a joke. Every other day there’s a million busses lined up on this street going straight past work. Today, not a single one.

Only one thing for it.

“Taxi!”

Goodbye hard earned wages.

I’m late for work again

Cordy makes a pointed comment about paying me hourly, rather than flat rate. I stick my finger up at her and she retaliates by having a vision.

Attention seeker.

Bet I get the blame.

And even if I’m there
They’ll all imply that I might not last the day

I can’t believe I’ve made it to lunch time. Wes and Angel are covered in luminous pink goo after battling with a Schralok Demon. It’s not their best look. Wes is trying to be perky by saying Angel can use the goo when he runs out of hair gel.

Cordy’s sitting on top of my desk, eating a disgustingly greasy hamburger. I know she’s doing it to spite me, she usually eats like an anorexic. Salad, no dressing, no mayo, certainly not the fast food she’s guzzling now.

She’s way too close.

A dribble of grease oozes out of the burger and lands on my hand. I bolt for the bathroom and barely make it in time.

I get back and Cordy has binned the burger and is whinging that there’s a greasey stain on her new top.

“Faith, if you wanna go home…” Angel frowns at me. How dare I get drunk on a work night, people need rescuing and I’m hungover.

“I’m fine!” I growl.

“Go home,” Cordy urges in her usual tactful way. “It’s not like you’ve been any help today anyway.”

and then you call me and it’s not so bad
it’s not so bad and

“How you doing?” I ask.

“Awful. You?”

“Angel is disapproving.”

“Giles isn’t too impressed either.”

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

“No regrets though?” I ask, heart in mouth.

“It was the best day of my life.”

“Mine too.” I remember each sweet kiss we shared yesterday. We went on our first ‘date’ that didn’t involve demons and evil yesterday.

We went to the movies, shopping, then got horribly drunk just for the sake of it. I finally bundled her in a cab and sent her home.

Push the door, I’m home at last and I’m soaking through and through
then you handed me a towel and all I see is you

“B?” I ask. “B, what’re you doing here?”

“I missed my new girlfriend.”

“You came all the way back up from Sunnydale?” I’m astounded.

She blushes attractively. “No, I just asked the cabbie from last night to ditch me at a motel. I would have come back here, but was too drunk to remember the address.”

and even if my house falls down now, I wouldn’t have a clue
because you’re near me and

I wrap my arms around her, glad of her warmth that proves this isn’t a figment of my imagination.

“I love you, Faith,” she murmurs into my ear.

“I love you too, Buffy.” I finally manage to say her whole name.

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

“Marry me?” Dumb. Way to go Faith, I mentally scream. There’s a wonderful new way to chase off the person you love most.

She tightens her arms around me. “I’d love to.”