I looked out the window as Sunnydale went away, as my life in Sunnydale turned into distant past, and I wished it had turned out a little bit differently. I mean, I knew that Xander was going to be upset with me and I knew that Willow would probably be quietly supportive, but I definitely didn't expect Giles to be... let's just say that I'd counted
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I turned around and found myself face to face with Faith and Angel, and my jaw dropped. I snapped it shut, trying to at least pretend that Faith's presence hadn't shocked me completely -- unconvincingly trying to pretend that Angel had let me know what he was about to do.
Fuck.
What was she doing here? I mean, I knew that Angel and I had discussed the potential of Faith not being in prison, but that was yesterday and I didn't remember talking about actually getting her out. I glanced quickly at Angel, who looked all stoic and ... defiant? and then quickly shifted my gaze back to Faith.
"Out on parole?"
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"Buffy. We talked about my plans to get Faith out of jail, remember?"
The look Buffy shot me should have turned me to dust on the spot. I looked over at Faith who arched an eyebrow at me. Maybe it would be easier to talk to Faith. It couldn't go worse than trying to reason with a pissed off Buffy Summers. Turning to look at Faith, but making sure I could still see if Buffy decided to kick me into the nearest wall, I smiled gently at Faith.
"Buffy is just a little shocked that I was able to arrange your release so quickly. I'm sure once you both get settled, things will be fine."
I really wished a big slimy demon could attack and distract us from this conversation. Maybe a portal could open up and swallow me. I bet a hell dimension was nice this time of year.
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Then just when I thought the situation couldn't get any worse? Angel decided to step in the middle, and speak for both of us. Fine. Fine? Things were NEVER gonna be fine. I was never gonna be fine. This whole idea was stupid and completely fucked and there was no way in hell I could live with these two. No way in hell they could live with me ( ... )
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"I'm sorry."
There it was, just that easy. After all that time of just wantin'....maybe I did want something like that. An apology from Buffy, some little sign that yeah she could fuck up sometimes. She didnt' always know the answers, she was still human even if she was slayer number one.
Besides I didn't think anyone really gave a shit about me anyway. Then there they were right in a row. Like dominoes. Two I'm sorrys, one out of eachother of them.
I thought I couldn't, I thought I wasn't. Except I was. Was so very sorry, but by the time I'd thought to be sorry it was too late. So I just kept graspin' at straws, tryin' desperately to keep my feet from slippin' out from under me. Then it was too late. Nothin' I could do to make it right. How could I ever make it right?
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Well, there is that little matter of stabbing Faith in the gut, but she had it coming and she knew it."Yeah ( ... )
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Buffy kept saying yeah, and I was pretty sure she was lost in her own thoughts. Probably processing everything that had gone down and figuring out how she would deal with it. No one was making a move toward the door, so that was progress too.
It was a sad day when I turned out to be the optimist in the group. I was a well practiced cynic. Looking from Buffy to Faith, I wasn't sure what to say. Wasn't sure there was anything that could be said. At least anything from me.
"So..."
I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. No one was talking. We were just looking at each other, squeezing in the occasional look of remorse versus the occasional glare.
"Anyone want something to drink? I have a bottle of whiskey."
When in doubt, bring out the liquor.
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And really, I don't appreciate the way he's talking to me like I'm twelve years old. Even if he is wicked old in comparison to... dirt. "Yes." I know that I'm being a stubborn brat, but I don't care. After the things that Faith's put me through I think I'm entitled. "When else is she going to steal it?"
I glare at Angel -- really, Faith is way secondary right now. Angel's supposed to love me. He's supposed to care about me. How dare he take her side?
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