Follow the yellow brick road... err... the fake cut for details!

It was a miracle they were still alive, which was saying something since Faith had stopped believing in miracles around the same time as Santa Claus.

Most of her nights didn't start with an empty bed, they just ended that way.

She wakes up screaming and covered in sweat, sheets nothing but tattered strips of material around her. The nightmares were always bad, but now they’re worse and she’s not sure she can handle going back to sleep. Not without something to take the edge off, and it’s not like she has a whole hell of a lot in the way of things that’ll handle that big ( Read more... )

Donna was one of the few Slayerettes that Faith had taken a serious liking to. Unfortunately for both of them, she was also the Slayer that reminded Faith the most of herself. It meant that on any given day Faith was usually giving her a harder time than the others, or they were butting heads. She liked the girl, she did. That wasn’t a question, ( Read more... )

She wouldn’t have known how to explain what her appeal to him was other than something that she tried very hard to deny. Faith had worked to overcome the darkness inside of her and he’d been determined to bring it out, to force her to accept what he said she was, and what she knew herself to be. There would be no hiding behind any halos for the ( Read more... )

She hadn’t thought she’d ever find a way home. It was all too easy to believe that she’d never have to choose between them, and the life she’d left. There was a choice that had to be made. What was the right thing? When did you give up trying to discern the difference between right in the face of what you knew, and right in the face of what you ( Read more... )

Azrael had been all too pleased to discover Faith’s secret rendezvous with the Dragon. He’d caught sight of the looks they’d exchanged in the halls, looks that wouldn’t have caught the attention of someone who didn’t at least know the Slayer as well as he did. He hadn’t said anything, simply followed when she’d left her rooms for the dungeons and ( Read more... )

Bones was barking out orders and there was blood on Jim’s face but it wasn’t his. It was hers. And that was ok. There were a million things going through her mind that she wanted to explain, that she wanted to tell them both.

“Faith, be still. Be still!” Leonard was trying to hold her down until he realized the thrashing wasn’t of her own accord ( Read more... )

She knew for a fact that it had nothing to do with luck, and everything to do with skill.