How easy it would be…if I wasn’t me…

[magick_goddess]

Biting my lip I looked around my dorm room for my new leather jacket, I know I hung it up when I came from class last night. I put it on the back of my desk chair and it should still be there. But it wasn’t

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[prodigal_slayer]

Took her long enough to catch up to the conversation. The bully instinct in me was runnin' wild with this girl. I mean, she seemed nice enough but damn! Could she stop fidgeting for like five seconds, or maybe look me in the eye for longer than a split second? Wesley had warned me about her bein' shy but he didn't say she had no social skills. But I also remembered arguing with Wes about my level of finesse. I could do this, make this chick feel comfortable, be nice to her. Mostly because right about now? I was at the end of my rope with the Immortal and I needed all the backup I could get. This chick was as powerful as Wes made her out to be, she'd do the trick.

"That'd be me. Slay chick." I tried my best to give her a reassuring smile as I put my stake back in my jacket pocket. Tentatively I took a few non-threatening steps towards her. She needed to chill for real. What was her deal?

"I know about you because my watcher told me about you. Actually, kinda weird I was just about to head over to your dorm room, Tara. I needed to talk to you about...some magick stuff." I raised an eyebrow at her as in this might not be the best place ever to talk about said magick stuff. First off, I wasn't really comfortable with the concept of magick and second? I didn't wanna have to chase off anymore vamps tonight.

Gettin' your ass handed to you by one of the Immorta's bitches sort of takes the fun out of slaying.

[magick_goddess]

She put her stake away and I could tell that she was trying to be nice. From what Willow told me Faith was the opposite of Buffy. That didn't help me much since I really didn't know Buffy at all. I had to remember to put my guard down just a little. Being wound up wasn't going to help me any. I mean so what if she looks like one of the many popular girls that tormented me all through school, even into college. That didn't mean she was just like one of them. Ohhh, I hope not.

I took a deep breath. "W-watcher?" I nervously chewed my lip and wondered why a watcher would know who I was, where I was and why would they want me for magick? There are plenty other people who are far better at it then I am.

My eyes darted around and I nodded, looking down at my arms that were still crossed over my chest. "Oh-ok..." At the rate I was biting my lip from nerves and worry I was going to either bust it open or it was going to be very swollen in the morning. "M-my roommate's gone f-for the night." With my new jacket no doubt. "W-we can t-talk here..." I fumbled for my keys in my bag, sighing when I finally had them in hand.

We headed up the stairs to my floor and I pulled out my other key and opened the dorm room door. "S-sorry about t-the mess..." Mess? Nobody would think this was a mess. Everything was neat and in place save for a few art supplies and the corner of a few spell books that were shoved under the bed. "Y-you can sit an-anywhere you w-want...W-would you like...s-some t-." I stopped mid sentence and realized that Faith looked by far the farthest person from someone who would want tea. "I-I have s-some Coke..."

[prodigal_slayer]

I followed her up to her room, relieved that she at least hadn't turned on her heels and ran away from what I was sayin'. Might sound strange, but the chicks in this town were strange. You risk life and limb to save some little blonde from a blood sucker and do you get a thank you? Fuck no, they scream and cry before gettin' the hell out of dodge. Not like I needed a thank you or anything, but something every once in a while might be nice. Oh well, guessed that was what bein' a slayer was all about. Just doin' it cause you had to, no reward. Least they could do was get me a motorcycle or something.

"Mess?" I blinked stupidly as I glanced around her room. It was neat as a fucking pin, for real. She should see my room! Ru and I weren't exactly the cleanest people ever, and usually we were both out so we never bothered to clean up after ourselves. It wasn't unusual for there to be leather clothes littering the wooden floor in our dorm room.

Shaking my head I sat down at her desk and she offered me some Coke. "Naw, I'm good.....thanks though." I added in a little bit too enthusiastically. Okay, I was desperate to prove to Wesley that I had boatloads of finesse. I had the mad people skills yo!

At least this Tara chick seemed to know what a slayer was, so I didn't have to explain the gig to her. Was that because she was a witch? When your all witchy you automatically learn about this stuff? Fuck if I knew.

[magick_goddess]

I put down my bag next to the bed and toed the few books that were peaking out under the bed before walking over to the edge and sitting down. Putting my hands in my lap I start to nervously fidget with the hem of my shirt, not really sure what my place is. Even though it is my room.

Tucking my hair behind my ear I looked over at her and I couldn't help but notice the confidence that just rolled off of her in waves, that sense of self and knowing where you belong. But I looked at her a little closer and I could see flickers in her aura, to anyone who just looked it looked smooth and in place. If you looked closer you could see there were fragments, pieces and things that didn't fit right. It seemed maybe deep down she was floundering like I was, looking for just the right niche to fit into and be comfortable.

I thought I had that with Willow... Ok, moving on. Next thought.

I nervously licked my lips and looked over at Faith. "S-so umm...w-what d-did you need h-help w-with?" I have no idea what her or her watcher could possibly want from me. I'm nothing and nobody special.

[prodigal_slayer]

Why was she stuttering so much? How did you cast spells when you couldn't talk right? Not that I was gonna ask, since ya know, I actually did want her help. And frankly? I was willin' to do just about anything I could to smack down the Immortal, even befriend a shy little wallflower like the one sitting across from me.

"Well, I'm havin' some trouble. Guy goes by the name of 'the Immortal'. Yeah, not really all that original I know. Anyways, problem is he's been smackin' my ass all the way across Boston for the last few months and the only reason I can't just kill him is cause he keeps usin' magick on me. I'm five by five with the kickin' ass parts but the magick? Not so much. But Wesley...my watcher, he thought maybe you could somehow I dunno, magickally drain him of his power or weaken him or something. Honestly I don't know jack about magick so I dunno what you can or can't do. But right now? I'm willin' to try just about anything."

I smiled slightly at the discomfort that was so clearly radiating from her. Crap, maybe Wes had been wrong all along. Had a hard time believing that this chick was the key to smackin' the Immortal down. She didn't seem to have any backbone at all, so I was kind of a skeptic on the her bein' a badass witch factor.

[sexytarawitch]

Huh? What, wait. Hold on. I'm what? She's five by what? Magick? The Immortal...who? I'm clearly lost.

Ok, deep breaths. I tucked my leg up and rested my chin on my knee, nervously pulling at my lip and thinking. Actually I was trying to get my head to stop spinning so I can comprehend what she was telling me.

"W-wait..." I swallowed hard and tried to smile back at her. I was just very confused right now. Why and who would want me to do a spell for something this important. "W-who's the Immortal? F-five by five what? I-I'm sorry, it's just, I'm umm very c-confused." I blushed slightly and looked down. "S-sorry...just..." I sighed and rested my chin against my knee again, letting my hair cover my face slightly. "W-what does Mr. Wesley need me to d-o?"

I'd be happy to help but I don't know how much I can help with someone who has enough power and magick to take down a Slayer. I just hoped that whatever they need me to do I didn't mess up.

[prodigal_slayer]

"The Immortal. He's just some....guy. I dunno, Wes can give you the skinny on him if you think it'll help. He's just some badass wannabe who managed to not only be practically unkillable but learned some parlor tricks too. Think it's mostly smoke and mirrors but it's enough to spin my head right around. He's got some shady dealins on the South Shore, mostly trading with vamps and demons. Got some gig where he tosses them a few warm bodies and they give him what he wants. Caught onto his deal a couple months ago and I thought I might take his ass out. Easier said than done....apparently."

I was tryin'. I was tryin' wicked hard and for real? I thought I deserved some mad props for it. This chick wasn't easy to talk to. First off, once you got past the stutter she pretty much just repeated everything I said. Knew I confused people sometimes (read: Wesley) but usually I didn't really need people around so I didn't give a fuck.

"Think Wes wants you to I dunno, work some mojo stuff? Do you think...maybe you could like make his powers go away for a little while? Long enough for me to take his ass out?"

She was givin' me a blank nervous look and I had pretty much reached the end of my limit on finesse. Obviously Wes didn't know what the scoop was and Glinda here could only make tiny balls of sunlight. When it came to the big stuff we were on our own. As usual.

"Never mind. It's cool." I said quickly, standing up from the chair at her desk and heading for the door. "Thanks for the bail out on that vamp. I'll figure out something for the Immortal."

Hey, at least I was bein' way nicer than I usually was. Wes better recognize. Somehow I thought the only think he was gonna recognize was that I somehow had screwed this up. Hardcore.

So much for finesse.

[sexytarawitch]

Thankfully I learned rather quickly, thanks to living with Maranda, how to speak Bostonian...or is it Bostonease...I'm not sure. But I knew what Faith was saying and that was a start. As to what she was saying. I don't know. I don't think I'm advanced or know enough to pull something like that off.

I bit my lip nervously and tried to go over some spells I knew in my head, I wasn't coming up with a lot but maybe a few bits and pieces. If her watcher was anything like Mr. Giles was, according to Willow, he might be able to help me.

She headed for the door and I got up quickly, nearly stumbling over the hem of my skirt. "W-wait." I sighed and put my hand on her arm, silently cursing my stutter. "I-I'm w-w-willing to help." I swallowed hard and gave her a small smile. "I'll help." I honestly didn't know how but maybe I could try. Nothing happened if you didn't try.

"I...I honestly don't know w-what I can do to h-help but I'll try." I bit my lip again and tried to think harder. "I-if I can't take h-his powers..." Hmmm maybe.... "I umm might be able to at least umm distract him..." I trailed off, trying to think of the spells I knew. "M-maybe your umm watcher c-could help...three minds and all..."

I turned to get my jacket, kneeling under the bed I pulled out my mothers spell book, it was big and thick and it had seen many better days. Putting it into my shoulder bag I walked back over to Faith. "I-I don't h-have classes tomorrow so umm...We can g-go see him n-now if you'd like...do s-some research..." I tucked my hair behind my ear and glanced at my toes. "I-I need umm more information from you too..."

[wickedslayer]

Quirking an eyebrow slightly I turned around when I felt her warm hand clasp around my arm. Whoa. Just when I thought there was no bark left in this puppy she up and surprised me. Most people who didn't know me, didn't touch me. Ya know, unless I smiled and told 'em that they could.

"Research." I commented dryly as I followed her out the door and waited for her to lock up, with my arms crossed over my chest. "Sounds like a blast."

The kinda blast that really wasn't any fun at all. Maybe Tara was one of those research types like Wes, but I was a more find something nasty and punch it til it stopped movin' kinda girl. Woman of action. Didn't see anything wrong with that, but Wes was always complainin' about my short attention span when it came to the book readin'. Hey, I figured I already had to do enough studying at BU. Why add more to that when I had to fight vamps all night long too? Ya know?

"What kinda info you lookin' for from me?" I asked casually as I walked down the stairs next to her. Maybe I could just tell her whatever on the way and then they'd let me off the research party. Doubtin' it for real, but it was worth a try anyway. 'Sides I doubted there was anything I could tell her that Wesley couldn't. He'd probably do a way better job of it too.

[magick_goddess]

Faith looked as amused about research as I did public attention. This was going to be amusing. I just had to suck it up and do whatever I could to make this fly, her and her watcher more or less came to me as their last resourt. I have to at least try.

We headed out of the building and I crossed my arms over my chest as I let her take the slight lead to where we were going, she did know after all. I glanced over at her when she asked what I needed from her. Selfconfidence, a body that could pull that off, that outter spark she had....there was a lot. But she wasn't talking about that. "W-well, i-if I'm going t-to help with th-this demon then I need to k-know about him."

I followed her down the street, tucking my hair behind my ear and recrossed my arms. "I-I need to know a-about his fighting and what not. I-if we're g-going to try this...then we umm need to do it right." I shrugged and glanced over at Faith. I wondered if I was going to have a problem getting what I needed from her, she seemed far from the book type and all that. She seemed more into shiny things and for a moment I wondered if I would have to magick up a few weapons to keep her interest.

I turned away to keep from laughing and I quietly followed her up the stone stairs. "I-I just need a f-few things from you..." I turned and looked out towards the moon. "Y-you'll still h-have time to go out b-before sunrise."

[wickedslayer]

Alright, the stutter? Starting to make her either more endearing or more annoying, I wasn't sure which one yet. Felt kinda bad for her cause Wes hadn't been lyin' when he said she was wicked shy. Actually wicked shy didn't even begin to cover it. I wasn't sure how someone like that could be all with the badass witchyness- I mean, nothin' about her screamed badass at all.

I groaned inwardly. It wasn't goin' out before sunrise that I was worried about, it was that killer Bio test I had first thing in the morning. Why had I decided that college was a good idea again? Oh right, movin' out of Wesley's house. I was hopin' to get a little bit of sleep before my massive failure in Bio took place, but it was lookin' like another usual night for me. No rest for the wicked, right?

"Well the worst thing about him is he's wicked fast and practically unkillable most of the time. He's immortal, and sure you can chop off his head and he'd be dead as a doornail but I can't get that close to him without havin' to worry about him pullin' a rabbit out of a hat on me. Earlier tonight I went lookin' for him. Mostly lookin' in the wild goose chase variety that ended with me gettin' smacked down by some demon that wouldn't die. Some sort of magick deal. I know if I could just get rid of his magick or whatever I could kill him."

[magick_goddess]

Faith looked a bit upset...or stressed. I wasn't sure what, I hadn't known her long enough to get a read on her so I couldn't tell for sure. She just seemed uneasy, that's all I could tell.

I listened intently as she talked about the big bad she was worried about. I was worried because if a slayer can't handle him, what could I possibly do? I'll try, worst I could do is fail. Then again I've been failing at everything lately so what's one more.

Wait...something she said. I wonder if... I'll have to ask Mr. Wesley about that, if it's possible and if Faith can have the concentration enough to do it, it just might work.

She still looked deep in thought and I nervously bit my lip and looked at her. "A-are you ummm ok? S-something wrong?" I tucked my hair behind my ear and crossed my arms over my chest again, waiting for her to snap at me or something. Faith seemed like a firecracker waiting to go off...without warning...in your hand.