Best Actress based on the Buffy Universe - SLASH
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Best Actress based on the Buffy Universe - SLASH
-- Actresses based on or from the Buffy Universe that is paired in a SLASH relationship. --
01.
Gotta keep an eye on the convict.
It... it seemed convincing, didn't it?
At least, that's what I was telling myself as I made my way over to her.
When I'd heard her come out here, my first thought was that she was Dawn, or Giles. Or worse, that she was Spike. That would have been really great. To have to fend him off. Or to have to tell one of the two of them some lame reason why I just didn't feel like talking, so I could buy myself my space, my solitude.
But then it wasn't either of them, or, any of them really.
It was her.
And for a split second, I was at a complete loss as to how to react to that. You know, how to deal.
I know what everyone here was thinking. That there had never been anything more to Faith than just a white trash girl from Boston who had came, walking that thin line between good and evil, until something, which, for all anyone here knew might as well have been nothing, pushed her over that little edge and into the oblivion called the Dark Side.
They all think it's that black and white, and all this time, I've let them. It was so much easier.
I guess.
I can't... I can't sit here now and victimize myself with the pain I truly felt to see her go as far down as she went, knowing how I truly felt about her, and still, I just... let it happen.
And all I ever wanted was for her to stop me and say, "Buffy, you're a liar." Or, or, "Buffy, I see right through you."
But she never did.
She just... let me get away with it. She wouldn't take me down with her.
02.
I practically hobbled into the room. I'd done my duty and gone out slaying the night before, and well the vamps were dust but I was in pain. I wasn't ready yet. I still don't know how that bullet did so much damage to the rest of me, I just went into my shoulder, but ... Here I am, rehabing it up after a night of doing what used to be effortless.
I didn't want Tara to see me all banged up but it was going to happen no matter what I did. We'd both been waiting by the phone last night, Dawn was suppose to call, and she had. She was so unhappy, my dad was making her go to this boarding schoo. So he takes her from me and then throws her in some boarding school on the otherside of the country? Gee, Dad we love you too.
I just hoped I'd be well enough to get a job soon. Anya said she'd let Tara hire me in the magick box, even though I knew she hated me. After Xander left she bailed and made Tara manager of the place, she of course still came in and did her own little audits of the place, called Tara all the time. I knew she blaimed me for Xander leaving, he never called or wrote he just was gone. She said he told her goodbye, that Warren was going to pay and that was it. He didn't even know Willow was gone. And that wasn't a conversation I wanted to have. Or maybe he'd read it and that's why he still wasn't back after two months.
Giles was being amazing, he was in Europe still but he help Tara and I out. He bought the house for us and was paying the bills for the time being. I felt horrible for taking the money from him but what could I do? Dad wasn't helping me at all and I couldn't work. I wasn't about to mooch off Tara, even if she tried to do it she couldn't support the both of us, and I wasn't her responsibility.
I worried about her. She missed Willow as much as I did, more maybe. Or maybe not, just differently. When she wasn't working we pretty much spent all our time together. I'd really missed out by not getting to know her better before all this. We had bonded over my problem with Spike at my birthday but really I'd always been Willow's best friend to her and she'd always been Willow's girlfriend to me.
She was amazing. She was stronger than any person I'd ever known before and she was really the best friend I had. The only I friend I had left.
Spike was gone and I really didn't miss him. I did want to apologize to him, but that would require not flinching if I ever did see him again and I wasn't so sure that was possible. I'd used him and I regretted it, but there was nothing I could do now, no way to go back and change the last year. I just had to deal and move on.
03.
Buffy came into the kitchen and I could see out of the corner of my eye she was hurt worse then she let on in the first place. If I've told her once, I've told her a thousand times not to go out and if she did to be careful.
I couldn't tell her to take anyone because there was just me and I was working. Yeah, just the two of us is what it's come down too. I'm not sure how, when or why but it is.
No, I do. When Willow died and Xander went off the handle. Not that I blame him, but that isn't the way.
I mindlessly flipped over Saturday morning pancakes as my mind ran with thoughs of everything that's gone on the past few months. Everything's been so up in the air and just out of order. It's been a lot to process.
Surprisingly I got up and out of bed in the morning. I know why I did. Because I was needed. Buffy and Dawn needed me and I had to take charge. I worked, dropped out of classes - but I didn't tell the girls that - and I got up every day knowing that they needed me. No matter how bad the nightmares were the night before or how little sleep I got. I've even gotten to the point of perfection on the glamor that hides my red and swollen eyes.
The house feels even more empty now that Dawn's gone. When she left I felt like a part of me had been ripped away. She was all I really had left when Willow died. Now...
I have my duty to Willow to help her friend. That's what gets me up in the mornings, knowing that Buffy needs me - slayer or not - and I keep going. I'll continue to do that until... I don't know when. I haven't thought that far ahead and I'm afraid too. Living for the here and now is what I have to do.
"Before you yell at me for going out last night I was feeling so good and ok, I'm sorry."
I put the juice in front of her, right near her hand as a silent 'drink this without question', before turning back to the pancakes. "H-how many would you like? No, zero isn't a number either." She needed to eat, get her strength back. Then again neither one of us ate that much these days.