Copyright © 2003
Summary: Faith's having a rough time in jail and Buffy helps her out by way of a slayer dream. Much more heartfelt than it sounds. Sequel to "You've Gotta Have Faith."
"Stay in there bitch. Let's just see how you like solitary," Faith heard the guard say. She'd curled up in the corner of the cell she'd been thrown into.
Someone in the jail had come at her with a wicked looking knife and she of course defended herself. Then the guards got involved and Faith accidentally broke one of their noses. And that gave then free reign to kick the shit of her while the person with the knife straight up disappeared.
Faith pulled her knees up to her chest to try and stop the painful throbbing of her head, but the movement jarred her broken ribs.
All of a sudden a small light was cast on her face as she heard the heavy steel door open. A large guard with a billy club entered the cell, smiling when he saw the bloody mess that was Faith.
"So you're the bitch who broke Johnson's nose."
Faith didn't answer him. She knew that what she had to say would only fuel the man's fire.
"Look at me when I talk to you whore," the guard said as he pulled Faith up and pinned her to the wall by her neck. She glared at him through the eye that wasn't swollen.
"Whore?" She said with a smirk. "I didn't know you're mother was here."
With that the guard punched her across the face. She could feel the blood from the spilt he caused in her lip. She brought her face up and spit the blood back at him. The guard jumped back to avoid it releasing his hold on her neck. She slid down the wall to the ground.
"Oh you're going to pay for that."
The last thing she remembered were hearing screams of pain she could only assume where her own.
Faith jerked awake. She was sitting at one of the visiting booth in the prison. There was a receiver to her left and a large glass pane in front of her. The strange thing was that no one was around. No guard, no inmates, no anyone. And there was a strange serenity to her surroundings.
'Am I dead,' she thought to herself looking around. 'I fucking hope not. If this is the afterlife, I want my money back.'
Faith brought a hand up to her face to put a strand of hair behind her ear. She prepared herself for the jolt of pain that came from touching her bruised cheekbone. But there was none. No pain. Anywhere. She ran her fingers over her ribs.
'Wicked cool dream.'
Just then the guest entrance door opened. Faith felt her heart jump when she was who was coming through it. Buffy.
Buffy entered the room and sat down opposite Faith. She picked up the receiver and motion for Faith to do the same.
"So," Buffy said, "I take it back. Orange is your color." Faith smiled.
"B, I thought I told you not to come visit me," Faith said with a cocked eyebrow.
Buffy smiled sweetly at the dark-haired girl. "I just couldn't stay away." Faith was struck by the sincerity of the statement.
"Plus," Buffy said perking up, "Technically I'm we're not here and this really isn't happening."
Faith shrugged her shoulders. "Can't argue with that."
"Come with me," Buffy said in a lowered voice. A dangerous smile crept across her face.
"Well I'd love to but…" Faith said, motioning to the large pain of glass separating them.
"Look, special needs, do I have to explain dream dynamics to you?" Buffy said with a laugh.
Faith was taken aback. "Well look who grew a pair. Gotta say, B, your new take charge attitude makes a girl weak in the knees."
Buffy put her hands on the counter in front of her and leaned forward. Her head went through the glass as though it wasn't even there. She placed a gentle kiss on Faith's lips.
"I remember someone telling me once dreams had no rules."
Faith smiled. "Let's get out of here."
Soon Faith and Buffy were walking hand and hand through Buffy's neighborhood. Faith looked around noticed the unusual amount of activity happening. It was nearly dark and kids were still out playing, and neighbors were chatting on their front lawns.
"These people better get inside," Faith said with concern. "They're going to be vamp food."
But it didn't seem to phase Buffy. "They'll be ok," she said with reassurance.
"Oh I see," Faith said, finally understanding. "This is the new-improved B version of Sunnydale. No vamps, no demons, just good clean living." Faith chuckled at the thought.
"Hey don't laugh," Buffy said. "This is how I wish it were sometimes."
Faith smiled and brought Buffy's hand up to her lips and softly kissed. "I know babe, me too."
The girls continued to walk until they got to Buffy's house.
"Oh Buffy you're back," Joyce said as she greeted the duo at the door. Buffy immediately wrapped her arms around her mother.
"Oh mom, it's so good to see you."
"What's gotten into you," Joyce said. "You've act like you haven't seen me in years."
Buffy just smiled. "Sometimes it just feels like it."
"You did this," she mouthed to Faith as she let go of her mother. She just smiled.
"Oh and Faith. It's good to see you too," Joyce said pulling Faith into a fierce hug.
"Now that was me," Buffy said enjoying the scene.
"What honey," Joyce said turning to Buffy.
"Nothing mom," the blond answered.
"Well are you girls hungry, do you want anything?"
"Nah, Mrs. S., we're cool."
"Alright, well you know where I'll be if you need me."
"Thanks mom," Buffy said as she took Faith's hand and headed upstairs.
Buffy's room was dark except for the full moon shining in through the open window. Normally a full moon would mean extra work for a slayer. But not tonight. This only thing the Slayers had on their mind was each other.
Once in the room, Buffy turned around and pulled Faith into her arms. Faith buried her face into the blond hair, taking in the scent. She never wanted to let go. With every glance, every touch, Faith was afraid it was the last. She didn't want to go back.
Buffy could feel the dark-haired girl tense in her arms. She pulled back to look at Faith.
"Baby, what's the matter?" She asked, running her down Faith's arm.
"I just…this, all of this…it's, I mean it's great. And you, here…" Faith said as she smiled. "It's going to be hard for me to go back." Faith extricated herself from Buffy's touch.
"Things are bad, and it feels like it's steadily getting worst." She walked over to the window to watch the kids playing in the dark. Ignorance is bliss.
Buffy didn't know what to say. She was afraid to speak, worried that Faith wouldn't continue. But she did.
"I feel like I'm hanging on by a thread in there B, and sometimes I just want to let go and get it over with. It's like I'm stuck in this black place and it's like overtaking me on all levels." Faith lit up a cigarette, and continued.
"I know. Redemption. It's all about redemption. You've got to understand, I've said that word to myself so many times lately it's started to lose meaning. I say it when I close my eyes and all I see are the lives I've ended. I say it when I'm getting the beaten senseless by asshole guards. I say it while I'm alone in my bunk at night, just wishing I could hold you in my arms. But that's not what I'm about anymore." Faith flicked the cigarette out of the window and sat down on Buffy's bed.
"I love you Buffy, and that's what keeps me going. Day after day it's you, your face, and the feelings of being near you." Faith still couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with the blond.
"I don't know how much more I can take. I'm finished paying for my past. I just want to be with you."
Buffy swallowed a sob she felt coming. She walked over and knelt down between Faith legs, and put her arms around her waist. She laid her head against Faith's chest.
"You are the strongest person I have ever met. And I know it's hard, but just hold on for a little while longer. Something bad is coming. I can feel it. I don't know what it is, but what I do know is I'm going to need you in this fight." Buffy looked up to Faith.
"By my side," she continued interlocking her fingers with Faith. "The chosen two."
Buffy climbed up on Faith, with her legs around the dark haired girl's waist. She closed the distance between there lips until they were almost barely touching.
"All we have is right now." Faith could feel Buffy's hot breath as she spoke. "Give me tonight," the blond said as her tongue gently snaked out to trace Faith's lips.
"You've got it. Everything. My forever," Faith said through ragged breaths.
The kiss was so gentle Faith wanted to cry. She gave everything she had to the moment. She lingered over the feel of Buffy's lips, trying to memorize every sensation. Faith was using her own lips to convey the strength of her feelings. She was still getting used to the feeling of kissing another person with her whole heart. Faith sometimes wondered why no one ever loved her the way Buffy did. But she knew the reason – she was never able to love them back. That was until now.
Buffy pushed Faith back onto the bed. Their lovemaking was from soft to desperate, and everything in between. Buffy traveled down Faith's body leaving light kisses in her wake. The dark haired girl thought she was going to come just from the feel of Buffy's hands on her inner thighs.
"I'm going to set your body on fire," Buffy said, echoing what Faith had promised her their first night together. Faith could only moan in reply.
With that Buffy delved into the dark haired girl's moistness. Faith arched up with the first sensation of Buffy's tongue on her sensitive spot. The only thing grounding her was her death grip on headboard. Buffy could feel the convulsions running through Faith's body. She increased her pace to propel the dark-haired girl over the edge.
When Buffy was sure the aftershocks had subsided she moved up Faith's body and laid her head on her chest. Faith smoothed the blond hair off her forehead and placed a kiss on her head.
"That was definitely intense B," Faith said with a smile. Buffy kissed Faith's collarbone.
"It won't be long now. We'll be together – for real this time."
"I'll wait B."
Back in the prison hospital, the nurse looked over the broken body of the young girl. She was healing relatively fast, but was still completely covered in black and blue. The doctor entered the room, looking over his chart as he checked Faith's vitals.
"How's she doing," he asked the nurse. "She seems to be close to waking up. The sleep aid I gave her didn't knock her out for nearly as long as I thought it would. And she keeps mumbling in her sleep, which is a good sign."
The doctor shook his head. "It's getting harder for me to see the women those guard beat up. It just blows my mind how uncivil people can be."
"I agree," the nurse said. "But this one…I don't know…she seems happy."
They looked down at Faith to see a small half smile on her face, mumbling "I'll wait…B…I'll wait."
"She's one of the lucky ones," the doctor said as he left the room.
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