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[_faith_]

I used to want to be the only Slayer. A long time ago, the only thing I wanted was to get rid of B, the more permanent, the better. I even went so far as to switch bodies with her, tryin' to take her place. Things have changed. I've changed, and now I just want her to be back here, where she should be

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[ozwolf]

She catches me when I'm on the back porch, dabbing disinfectant on the stab in my ribs. It's not bleeding anymore but silver is not kind to werewolves. It hurts. Bad. And it's this nasty black color, seems like it's burned around the edges. I've been hit with silver before, so none of this is actually unusual. It's just one big instant infection, and takes a long time to heal. I drop my shirt back down over the wound, and back up a step. "Faith." I greet, really wishing she hadn't seen that.

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"What happened?" I say, immediately steppin' close and yankin' his shirt up to see what he was hidin'. "Fuck. What did that? No wonder you looked like hell when you got back from patrol."

I shoulda been with him, and I start feelin' guilty about that right away, too.

[ozwolf]

I sigh, and try to pull my shirt back down over it but she's just a wee bit stronger than I am. And by wee bit I mean she could toss me across the back yard no problem. "It's nothing, I tracked down Ethan, to see if he knew anything about this. He happened to have some silver on him. Silver and werewolves don't get along very well." I look at her. "I'm fine."

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I make a mental note: Ethan Rayne. Knock his ass around a little if I happen to run into him, check.

"You sure?" My voice is softer than I mean for it to be. I realize I'm still hangin' on to his shirt, and I let go. "You need it bandaged or anything?" My eyes tick down to the porch. "Looks like it hurt."

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Okay, yeah. Strangeness.

I move away from him and casually lean against the rail, lookin' out over the back yard. Actin' like everything's cool. My hands still tingle from touchin' his skin.

I wish I had a cigarette or somethin'. Hell, anything to distract me. "So, I hope we can figure out what's up with the vanishin' act soon."

[ozwolf]

"Yeah." Focus is good. "Ethan's going to try a locator spell...try to help find them. Not that I trust him as far as I can throw him, but..." I shrug. "I think he knows who'd win in a fight between he and I."

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"No question," I say.

I kinda hope I run into him, myself. I'm still pissy about the stabbin' incident.

Idly, I ask, "Wonder how L.A.'s doin' without us?" I glance at him and then away again. He's still standin' there without his shirt.

[ozwolf]

"Well, hopefully still standing." I say, then shrug. "I'm sure it's fine. I'm not too worried about it. At least it's not on a Hellmouth. It was still standing before we got there, I'm pretty sure it can hack a few..." I trail off. I have no idea how long we'll be here.

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He's quiet... okay, this is Oz. Quieter than usual, even. I turn, bracin' my back against the rail and lookin' at him. He's just watchin' me, and I feel warm all over.

Fumblin' for something to say, I finally come out with, "Uh, aren't you gettin' cold?" I eye his tats again, tryin' not to be too obvious about it.

[ozwolf]

I blink. "Oh." I shrug. "Not really. Werewolf thing." I grab my shirt but note her eyeing the tattoos. "You're allowed to look if you want." I say, not quite sure why I'm offering either.

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Impulse control has never been my thing; I move a little closer and trace one spiral up his arm and to his shoulder. Hesitatin', I glance at him and then slide my fingers over his shoulder, down his side and to his lower back.

"You got these in Tibet?" I ask, clearin' my throat. My voice sounds husky.

[ozwolf]

I shiver involuntarily. And aparently your definition of 'look' is remarkably physical. I think, but don't say. "Yeah." I answer her. "There are monks there. They taught me everything I knew about controlling the wolf without the magic, but once I went back and told them that I couldn't not fight anymore being I had the power to do it, they did this for me." my voice is quiet. Maybe it's that I don't have to speak loud, she's right there.

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Good thing he has some fuckin' sense, 'cause I sure as hell don't. I snap back to myself when he says that, and move away from him, takin' my position lookin' out over the rail again. Lookin' away from him.

"Yeah," I say, my own voice still husky. "Don't get hurt again."

[ozwolf]

I yank my shirt on over my head, stepping down the porch steps and make myself not look at her over my shoulder. "I won't." I promise, and head off, a wolf before I hit the edge of the yard. I stop once I'm melted into the shadows though. Then I look back at her.

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Damn. Just, damn. What the hell was that?

Now that he's gone, I sigh heavily, lettin' my shoulders slump. My hands are shakin', just a little, and I run them through my hair. I look out at the semi-dark, decidin' to calm down before I go inside.

[ozwolf]

I sit down and rest my head on my paws, watching her. I should be out doing what I said I was going to do. I had to bail though. Just...I can't...I don't know. Whatever. But I watch until she goes back inside. She's out there for a while, thinkin I guess. Much like me, though I can't get my thoughts to line up quite right. Whatever this is? I'm sure it's just...I don't know. Reaction to situation. That's what I've got to be careful of. I don't want to...damnit. I don't know.