A Late Night Chat

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Who: Faith and Niks
What: Faith having a conversation she didn't expect to have
Where:  The Manor's Kitchen
When: Directly after the Faith and Gunn Thread
Status: Incomplete.

As soon as Gunn dropped Faith off at the manor, she walked/limped in, going directly to her room to get out of her sweaty clothes and to see what Xander was up to. Unfortunately,

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[watchingwithwit]

Faith wasn't the only one up for the late night

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Faith was spreading on the mayo when she heard the footsteps approaching the kitchen. Her lips twitched. She really didn't want to see anyone at the moment, but what could she do now? She looked up when she saw the dark-haired Watcher walking in. Well, hell in a handbasket, she hadn't seen Niks in forever.

She continued to spread the mayo onto the sandwich that was piled on with all kinds of meats. "Hey, there," she greeted the Watcher with a brief look. "Want a sandwich? I think I can spare ya' a slice or two." She wasn't even going to think of the fact that Niks probably came back from being in the vicinity of Giles, whom Faith wasn't overly happy with at the moment.

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Niks shook her head slightly as she started to gather what little she needed to make a decent cup of hot cocoa. She did give the more rebellious Slayer a smile of appreciation though.

"No, thanks. I'm not very hungry." The Watcher might have looked as if she'd lost a little weight too. Not too much, but enough to be noticeable. Her head tilted slightly as she paused in pouring milk. "Would you like some cocoa?"

It seemed an innocent enough question.

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"Suit yourself," Faith stated with a shrug. She finished up, all but throwing the butter knife into the sink and pushed down her hefty sandwich to almost grill cheese width. Luckily, the meat and bread withstood her pressure and popped back up somewhat to sandwich levels. She studied it a moment, not sure why she was, maybe because half her mind wasn't exactly in the kitchen.

When Niks spoke again, Faith shook her head out, as if breaking out of some spell. "Huh? Oh, nah... I'm actually lookin' to get a beer." She turned, limping slightly to open the fridge, though knowing nothing of the beer kind was waiting in there. Instead, she grabbed a soda and turned back around as she popped it open.

She took a large gulp, her eyes trained on Niks. When she lowered her drink, she leaned against the counter. "Where have you been anyway?" she had to ask.

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Niks didn't seem to mind that the Slayer took so much food; it was to be expected. They all seemed to like to eat; most Watchers believed it had to do with their metabolisms. Niks would agree, but it seemed to be something more - comfort foods?

"Beer?" Her tone wasn't chiding, just curious. Perhaps another drink was a better choice, perhaps not. The Watcher continued to work on her cocoa, actually letting it simmer as she searched for some vanilla.

"I've been away. Have you been getting sleep?" Her answer was probably contrite, but Niks didn't have much else to say about it. Not yet anyway. How does one explain that she's been out looking for the rest of her soul?

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"I know, there weren't gonna be any in the ice box but a Slayer can dream, can't she?" Faith remarked with a shrug. She watched the other female as Niks worked at her cocoa. And was being very mysteriously vague. What else was new, though? It was a trait, however, that Faith couldn't help but admire. Being mysterious was definitely more sexy than anything in her opinion.

"Just away? Away where? The slopes? The bars in Nashville?" Faith offered but knew that was all she was going to get. "Yeah, been gettin' decent sleep okay. It's the fightin' I'm havin' more trouble with. Need to get back in that gym more often. Legs ain't cooperatin' like I think they should by now."

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"I've read about the effects of alcohol on the Slayer system. I'm sure you know them too, so why would you want to put yourself through it? I know, I know, it's just one beer, but one beer can lead to more beer." Niks stopped stirring, pausing as if something just hit her. "I'm sorry, sweets. You're an adult, but I'm still a Watcher."

She went back to stirring for a little longer, took a moment to pour in a little vanilla, and then quickly turned off the burner to pour the dark concoction into a mug. She didn't add anything to it, like marshmallows or whipped cream. Instead, she just walked back over to settle at the table.

"I've been many places, Faith." She wasn't trying to be overly evasive, but the exact places didn't exactly matter to much because she hadn't found a damned thing. "Have you been letting them rest, doing the physical therapy? You still have to continue therapy after they've healed. Might I suggest swimming rather than weights?"

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"It's easy to put myself through the whole drinkin' binge," Faith stated with a shrug. "It's the fun of it all." She knew it took a lot more beers to get her even tipsy. Stronger, harder liquor took a little less but more than someone her weight and height. Buffy was so petite that Faith had to believe she didn't have that much higher a constitution than if she wasn't a Slayer

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"What are you trying to lose yourself from?" The female Watcher rested her elbows on the table, her chin in a lifted hand. The other held her cup up for a sip of warm cocoa. "Tends to be the only 'fun' of it from what I've gathered

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Faith knitted her brows as Niks got so damn worked up over nothing. Losing herself? No, she didn't want to do that... not really. Not the way people probably thought she did often. Still, what was the fucking big? She wanted to recover fast.

"Look, what I do with myself ain't your business or the business of my Watcher," Faith stated, just as irritated with everything around her. "I'm tryin' to get back in the damn game so I can be out there and do my job the right way. They fuckin' gave out again tonight." She gestured angrily at her legs. "I tried the 'easy' way to recovery; I'm just pushin' it a long a little faster. Now that Xander's gone, ain't not like I got anything better to do." She couldn't help but add that comment at the end.

She gave her another look before leaning on the counter, looking elsewhere.

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"What are you trying to push, Faith?" There was definite anger in the Watcher's voice and eyes. The Slayer wanted to fight, or maybe Niks needed to fight. The Watcher knew better than to get in a fight with a Slayer, better than most, but there was just something about them sometimes. The weight on the shoulders, the need to help, the knowing there was a purpose, she didn't feel as if they'd taken it from her, but that she should be sharing - she was part of something bigger

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Faith was building herself up to answer but didn't get the chance as Niks interrupted it. What was this woman's DEAL any way? Wherever she went, she must've gotten surgery and put a large stick up her ass. Her face remained hard as she eyed the Watcher warily

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"You can help it, and you're right it doesn't wait. But, you have to remember, you're not good to anyone if you can't move. Which, having your legs give out from under you would count as...not moving." Niks gave a slight smile; it was annoying logic, something Watchers could be good at.

She shifted her weight against the counter, letting Faith move away. It didn't bother her that the Slayer didn't want a hug, but it had been something of a good sign that the young woman had accepted the offer of physical comfort that didn't need some form of protection, even if that acceptance had only been for a very short moment.

"I didn't think you'd stab me with a fork, missy, but I would stab you." Niks didn't smile; she just stared out in front of her, thinking. "I mean it." She sounded a little surprised. "Sorry, love, my mind isn't what it should be by any stretch of the imagination."

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Faith hated it when Watchers used logic to be... well, right. There definitely was that Catch 22 where the more she wanted to get better, the more her legs would not. Faith didn't know what to do, what to satisfy anymore - her mental state or her physical state?

She sighed and leaned back on the counter. "Okay, well, I'd believe that you would stab me with a fuckin' fork. You're kinda unpredictable like that, ya know." She was a little surprised, however, at how serious she was at the stabbing part. Sometimes, Faith couldn't tell whether the chick liked her or hated her.

She finished off her drink then began to clean up. "Look, I'll try my best to not push myself. But I ain't promisin' anything. I'm not used to Watchers lookin' out for me. Kinda hadn't had the best experience with you guys. And vice versa, I'm sure." With Giles sending Xander away, the trend seemed to continue.

"I'm gonna try and get some stretchin' exercises in before I go to bed." The now empty bed. "Gotta let out some steam and shit."

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"Yeah. We'll see about the water exercises; I'll do a little research and make a few calls." Niks wasn't the tough Slayer's Watcher, but that didn't mean she couldn't help, or try to.

The female Watcher sighed softly before starting her own clean up; she couldn't sleep, and blowing steam seemed like a good idea. She'd opt for going to the library and doing research instead of doing any work out. Her mind worked better when it was focused on something rather than letting it float out into the meditative nothingness that came with physical activity.

Her eyes lifted to the ceiling; she'd have to get back to bed eventually, but right now, right now she'd just try and do some work.

"Do try and get some rest."