driving away from the wreck of the day

[faithcb]

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"We have to be all secretive. This place isn't like Sunnydale."How bad could things in Salem be? I watched him get up and throw the wet gauze in the nearby trash can. So, yes, overall now thinking smashin' my hand into the wall was an ultra bad idea

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[only_xander]

"It's like Sunnydale in the being an active hellmouth thing, but if we were to go to the hospital or the doctor, here, as much as we did in SunnyD than people would start to talk. Talking leads to problems. And we are trying to keep a low profile."

She walked over to me, and I didn't look up at her. Of course it was serious. Wasn't it always serious with us? Vampires, demons, impending doom...our lives are majorly serious. And I swear, the apocalypses are just getting harder and harder to win.

"Yeah...serious as a heart attack. Apparently all those myths from the witch trials and stuff, quite true. And the old family bloodlines still have superstitions that will drive any 'different' type person out of town by an angry mob."

[faithcb]

"Fun. Guess that counts us in." I replied with a sardonic tone. If this town was all hellmouthy and the people were aware of differences, wouldn't they notice if people started to rise outta graves?

"So, witch trials. Think that's gonna happen again any time soon?"

[only_xander]

Turning, I walked to the other side of the room, just to get away and be away. "Well, we sure hope not. There have been very few 'incidences' in the past decade, but they always turn up as 'accidents'. Willow has to always be on her guard when doing a spell. We have a room just through there," I say, pointing to a smaller door barely seeable behind a set of shelves.

"Pretty much that's where we keep the magick things. Only Giles and Willow have keys to that." Letting out a deep sigh I casually leaned against the wall. "We're like secret agents or some shit," I said with a snicker.

[faithcb]

"Secret agents. How devious." I replied, still sarcastic.

Yeah, like the town of Salem, anytime soon, is gonna burn people at the stakes? Yeah, right...

It was obvious that Xand didn't wanna be anywhere around me by they fact that he couldn't keep still. "... I'll just get outta your hair. B should be back soon anyway." She wouldn't be back anytime soon, I knew that. Babysitting a sister slayer wasn't on the plan.

[el_comfortador]

Stopped by the door, I just hanng my head and shrug. "You know, I thought I had everything figured out with my life. I thought I knew what I'd be doing from now 'til forever. Thought I'd live my life and cut my losses. But then you came back...and I have no fucking clue what is going on."

This is all true, and it didn't even occur to me until just now. Talk about an epiphany. "Have you ever thought that I have been trying to figure you out? Most the time I have no idea what you're thinking. I mean...we had that...experience, this afternoon, then you're crying in my arms in my kitchen. Something I'd never thought I'd see. Then you seem like you hate me. If anyone is confusing as hell here, it's you."

[faithcb]

Okay, now I'm the confusin' one? Since when did that happen?

And this small voice that I can't even recognize as my own escapes from my lips, "Why didn't you let go of me?"

Fuck me. Seriously. What happened to not being involved... this bein' a quick stop on my way to no where. I run my non-injured hand through my hair, exasperated. I would have been fine if he had let me go.

[el_comfortador]

Strongest woman I know, now sounding so small, so weak. That's not how it's supposed to be. She's a fighter. She's tough. Never even knew she could sound so...lost. Lifting my head, I turned to face her, staring at her a moment in thought.

"Because...because you needed someone to hold you. Because I wouldn't give up on a friend when they need it most. You had pain, and emotions, and tears...and I just wanted to do what I could to make things better. Didn't want to see you hurting."

Because I truly care about you, Faith. I wanted so badly to say that, but I knew it would just freak her out again. Make her freeze then want to run. That was the last thing I wanted.

[faithcb]

I glanced up at his words. "I was fine." I stated, my voice hard and aching in my throat. "I can deal fine and I don't need you choosing to be my own personal savior. The last person to do fits nicely into a handheld vacumn cleaner now."

Yeah, it was the first time I had admitted that Angel was actually dead. Dead dead. Not a little dead. Fully dead. Gone with the wind. What a shock it must have been to have not been notified and just go there and find the people who actually gave a shit about you be... not there. Find it from an immortal demon who took over mouse-girl Fred's body and then killed herself in front of me.

[el_comfortador]

I knew all too well how she felt. There have been many times that I felt like I lost them all. Sometimes we get so distant. We may live near each other, but it's not like it used to be. I snicker softly. "Ditto to the suprised about living. I mean...who am I?"

Shaking my head I rolled my eye at myself. "I'm not a slayer, I'm not a witch, I don't have any special training, don't know much of anything. I'm just a carpenter...with shitty depth perception." My brow knit in thought. "Why the hell am I still here?"

[faithcb]

I shrugged slightly. "I'm a slayer. Who's probably surpassed her due date. We all have reasons why we shouldn't be alive today. But we are, and I'm personally not gonna complain about that." I replied.

I let out another loud breath sound. It felt weird to be tellin' him these things.

[el_comfortador]

"Well, if it's any consolation, I'm glad you're still alive," I say shly, glancing over at her. Ok, so maybe I did have feelings for her, but...as much as I hate to admit it, she was a huge help in that final battle. Without her, we may not have made it out with anyone left.

But hey...I'm sure that doesn't mean that much coming from me. But it was something I felt like I needed to say, I hope it helped her at least a little.

[faithcb]

I cracked a small smile in return to him. "Means a lot more than you think, actually." I told him.

I really did wonder why we were both still alive.

[el_comfortador]

"No, this is one of those 'film makers are big fat liars' speeches," I respond with a laugh. I couldn't help but blush again. Come on, is she bipolar or something? One second it seems like she hates me, then the next second we are sharing a heart to heart and it couldn't be better.

"Thanks...but I'm not so sure of that. I still have some scars on my chest from when I was played as hellmouth opener. Girls don't really dig satanic ritual scars on a guy's chest. So all around...not so much of the good," I responded softly. "But thanks. It does mean a lot...a whole lot."

[faithcb]

"Everyone thinks just because slayers heal fast they don't have scars." I commented, thoughtfully. Pulling up my shirt gently, I showed him the ragged ugly scar from when Buffy stabbed me.

"Living proof that we do."

[el_comfortador]

Reaching out slowly, I lightly ran my fingers over the scar. "Why won't people understand that a person is more than just the war wounds that they have? More than the scars that they see?"

I brought my hand back to myself and looked up at her. "I don't think scars are flaws at all. Just shows how hard someone has fought to live...how much they apreciate it. How much others should apreciate them."

[faithcb]

"Or you know... how much they've messed up at times." I commented, getting goosebumps when he ran a finger across the scar.

Yeah, that scar was a reminder of the old Faith. The one I would leave behind.