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[his_firecracker]

Slappin' the glass ontop of the counter, the nervous tender went to pour me another, but I shook my hand in dismissal. Noticin' the gash across my knuckles. Deep no doubt, and a wound tha' might need some stitches. Sweet! It'd been a long time to do this much damage to some good ol' fashion normal vamps and demons. Not those uber vamps back in

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[his_firecracker]

I looked him straight in the face and nodded towards the stairs, "Sounds like a plan. Just kind'a watch out. I'm five by five. I'll get my tired ass up those stairs faster than you on your best day." I had to quip. I wasn't one of those, 'woe is me, I'm so hurt, I need someone to help me', chicks. Fuck no! I did things for myself. The way I was raised.

Well, the lack thereof being raised left me to fend, I should say.

"Faith, I need to check you out." I paused and raised my hands, lettin' him get a somewhat decent good look at me, "I always knew ya had a slight thing f'me." He'd knew I was joking by the grin plastered across my face from ear to ear. Wha' him and I had was a friendship. Strong on it's foundation and there was no way in hell I'd fuckin' mess tha' shit up; again. I was done playin' the bitch and I wanted to play nice. I wanted friends and people to care f'me. I jus' wouldn't let 'em know the latter of my current wants.

Lifting the right shoulder, I heard a nice pop and felt the best of fuckin' clicks in a long time. My shoulder blade was back in place. The only thing tha' had been out. "Damn, I should get a dislocated shoulder all the time." My tone was dry. It was a lie of course. Even if the process of shifting it into place again felt good. And I guess tha's wha' got the Big Guy to scoop me up like I was some Scarlett O'Hara. "Angel! C'mon, man. I'm bruised up, not comatosed." Going to push off and out of his arms, I felt myself too tired to struggle and fell back against him, my head resting at the front of his chest. "You really are the hero, man." And he was. Now he was gettin' to be my hero. Somethin' he did a long time ago, tha' I never let him on 'bout.

As the door to the room I called mine opened, I gave a weary smile. At least none of the brats were in here braidin' each others hair. 'Cos then I'd've been pissed. Not at Angel. Not at them. But at myself for being so fuckin' weak.

."If you were apart of A.I. I would strip you down and bathe you myself but I don't wanna cross any lines." I just wasn't too weak to keep my smartass remarks to myself, "Hey! Dub me as an official A.I. guy...chick, whateva and get tha' sponge!" I winked and now managed to worm my way outta Angel's arms, feet on the floor and my ass soon hittin' the bed. "Listen, I'm fine. Honest to god, or wha'eva powers there are. I've had worse, remember?" Closing my eyes for a second, I took in the physical pain and the emotion pain both from the now and from even the memory, "I might need ya help to wrap my hand is all. Got any bandages or maybe some of Cor's expensive sheets?" Nothin' hid the grin at tha' suggestion for a wrap.

[noangelofyours]

Faith and her damn remarks. Even in the worst shape she was cracking a smile. That's what I loved about her, she could find the humor in any situation.

'Hey! Dub me as an official A.I. guy...chick, whateva and get tha' sponge!', her wink made me smile and I knew for sure she was okay. She sat on the bed, managing to put her feet on the floor. Her shoulder was back in place so I guessed there wasn't much I could do.'Listen, I'm fine. Honest to god, or wha'eva powers there are. I've had worse, remember?'. I noticed her close her eyes for that split second and for the same amount of time I saw her face show the uncontrolled pain she felt. She opened her eyes and fell behind her wall, the protective shield that held in her emotions but I saw throught it. Buffy claimed we were apart of a club, which is true in a way. No one can understand living with blood on their hands unless they've felt it oozing across their skin.

No matter how much Faith and I try we'll never forget the things we've done but we have to keep on going, fighting, hoping one day we'll earn redemption. But in a way I had it easier. The sign of the world's forgivement would be in the form of humanity. Faith, on the other hand, would never truely know when the world forgave her.

'I might need ya help to wrap my hand is all. Got any bandages or maybe some of Cor's expensive sheets?'

I grinned."You wash up, I'll be back in a few minutes to wrap you hand.", I gave her a smile before leaving the room

[his_firecracker]

I had a room. I had a friend. Maybe even more than one. But, I didn't wanna count my chickens before they were hatched. So, one for now, was pretty damn good. Considerin' I ain't ever had even one before. The Boss didn't count. He was more the parental figure, y'know? So, as Angel suggested I go wahs up and tha' he'd be here after to help me bandage my wounds up, I looked up and smiled greatfully, "Thanks." Lookin' away, I rubbed at the back of my neck before glancin' over at him, again, "I mean it, Angel. Thank you. So much." And before he could get all mushy and all hug-y, I hurried my tired ass into the bathroom and immediately stripped down to nothing and hopped my ass into the shower.

The water was warm. Somethin' I haven't felt in days. My skin twitched under the running water, and I was left falling into the calm sensations it rocked me into. The water flushed the days old dried blood and the new blood down the drain. My eyes casted down as I watched it swirl. Life in one rush could instantly be gone.

And great. I'm goin' all fuckin' morbid on my ass. I seriously needed a radio or somethin' in here to keep my ass occupied.

Finally rinsing up, I ducked out of the shower and shut the faucets off. Wrappin' my ass in a towel, I ended back up on the bed. My back hittin' the soft mattress(well, anythin' is soft compared to the floor of B's old house and those bunks in prison), my head hittin' a pillow and my eyes closed. I could feel Slayer powers already kickin' into high gear. Even if I was a ways off from bein' completely five by five.

F'now, I figured I'd just nap my ass away until Angel came in. He'd definitely wanna help bandage this fuckin' hand. Now tha' there wasn't any blood caked there, I easily show the shiny white of my knuckles. Lemme tell ya, it ain't no fun seein' ya own bones. More of the ow, shit mother fucker, than much of the, wicked sight.

[noangelofyours]

Before I could leave I heard,'Thanks. I mean it, Angel. Thank you. So much.' I was about to turn on my heel and hug her or at least stay a bit longer when she went hurrying off into the bathroom.

I went into my room and fished out some ointment and bandages. I was about to walk back into her room but I heard the water running so I decided waiting until she was done would be better.

A while later the water stopped and Faith was shuffling around in the room. When the noise stopped I figured she was waiting for me, so I walked in.

There she was, wrapped in a towel. Nudity didn't bother me but when it came to Faith I tried my damndest to shut off any physical feelings. She needed a friend, not another 'man' wanting to get her pants. If she was awake and covered, letting me take care of her hand I could take her skin off my mind.

"Faith?"

[his_firecracker]

I must'a passed out for a bit, 'cos when I woke up, the Big Guy was callin' my name. How long had he been callin' my name? Damn, I needed a rest, and when I sat up groaning, not from physical pain, but lack of sleep, I glanced quickly over at the clock. Fuck! I was asleep for a good five minutes at most. Well, shit. Somethin' was better than nothin', 'eh?

"Cheah, I'm here. You got the stuff?" Sitting up, I sorta clung the towel to me. Not really minded the nudity if exposed, but this was Angel. Still head over heels for Sunshine girl downstairs.

Downstairs? Hmm...yeah, downstairs it is. I felt her, again. The whole Slayer-sister connection thing could be a pest sometimes. But anyhow, I didn't want Angel like tha'. I was not g'na fuck up another relationship over horomones. No fuckin' way. "Shit, you see this? Kinda cool. Looks like rotting flesh, only not." Perching myself against the head of the bed's board, I stuck out my hand for Angel to get a better look see. My skin over the knuckles was split open. The blood now dried up, and the rest tha' had lingered down my palm and wrist was now washed away. Three ivory and not so shiny bones poking through the surface. When I laid my hand flat, you couldn't see so much of the bones, but when I curled my hand into a fist, you saw it. "So, how ya g'na do this, Doc?" Sheepishly I looked up at him through strands of dark curls that hung half-way in my face. It was good to know someone was g'na help my ass out not for the sake of pitying me, but because he was my friend.

[noangelofyours]

'Cheah, I'm here. You got the stuff?', she pulled the towel closer. Okay so we were on the same brain wave.'Shit, you see this? Kinda cool. Looks like rotting flesh, only not.'she sat up against the headboard, raising her hand for me to see.

I sat on the next and took her hand in mine."I'm gonna assume you cleaned it real good.", I put some of the ointment on her knuckle."What made you pick a bar fight?" I asked wrapping her hand.

[his_firecracker]

The whole Slayer healing thing was kickin' into effect. Still, though, ow! Tha' ointment stung like a mother fucker. "Ow, and huh? No. I didn't clean it. I jus' let the water kin'a wash the dirt and shit away. Water is clean, so it washin' the dirt away washed it, right?" I took care of myself for how many years, yet I wasn't entirely sure?

Only reason why I wasn't sure, was what if I was finally proven wrong?

Gritting my teeth and suckin' in a sharp hiss of air, I shrugged my shoulders at his question as to why I would pick a bar fight. "Didn't exactly go in there and ask to have my ass handed to me, Angel." Which was true, "I sorta came up on it. Was one of those things tha' fate slaps you with f'shits and giggles." Too bad there were more giggles for the demons until I got the upperhand and killed those bastards harder than dead. "Plus, c'mon! I got a rep to uphold. I can't go savin' every damsel or guy in distress. Makes for a no fun kin'a Faith. So, I keep things lively. Like I said Big Guy, should'a been there with. Was wicked aweso---ow!" Biting my lower lip, I felt the bandage go over the wound. It wasn't this big pain that I wouldn't get over, it just momentarily stung, again. So, like some baby, I winced. "How ya holdin' up with nearly two dozen Slayerettes runnin' round with out of control hormones and a ton of hair spray?"

[noangelofyours]

'Ow, and huh? No. I didn't clean it. I jus' let the water kin'a wash the dirt and shit away. Water is clean, so it washin' the dirt away washed it, right?', I shook my head with a grin.

"That's why is burns, cause you didn't actually disinfect it."

She hissed again.

"You okay right?", she nodded.

'How ya holdin' up with nearly two dozen Slayerettes runnin' round with out of control hormones and a ton of hair spray?'

"I just stay in my room, it's quieter there.", realizing I was still holding her hand yet I didn't move. I shrugged." But I've barely talked to Buffy."

[his_firecracker]

I nodded at his question, "Five by five, Big Guy," and I beamed. I was gonna be fine. The pain was gone now. Replaced by a dull throbbing sensation that I remember feelin' as a kid. Kin'a funny how somethings change and others don't, huh?

I didn't bother lookin' down. I knew his hand still held mine even if he didn't need to hold it anymore, I kin'a needed him to. "I hear ya. Rooms are a good thing once in a while to keep your sanity intact, 'eh?" Flashing him a devious smirk, it all but dropped at the mention of B. "Well, you know her. She's busy as a beaver nower nights. Kin'a hard to talk to her with all the shit she's dealin' with now. I know she's back in the hotel, which I'm sure you do, too." We both had a connection to Buffy, yet we didn't exactly have one like it towards one another. Weird how certain things were and others not. "You should go and talk to her, I guess. I mean, if Spike ain't all up in hoggin' her time." I didn't want Angel to get mad. Not by a long shot. It jus' so happened to be the truth. They had had a thing lastly with one another. So, of course they probably wanted to tread old ground. I jus' didn't want him to go and I actually clung to his hand some.

[noangelofyours]

I felt her hand tighten in mine.

"You're right, Spike prolly is with her. She doesn't need me.", I looked down at her hands and sighed."It's funny how some things change. I would have never seen those two together.". I knew I'd always love Buffy and vice versa but we weren't that same Sunnydale couple anymore. I shrugged."It pisses me off in a way; knowing they had/have a thing but somewhere along the line I got over her...at least as barely as possible."

[his_firecracker]

He didn't go to run after B, like I'd've thought once before. Instead, he stood his ground here; with me. Somethin' he did back then, too. How he defended me against B, when I didn't expect him to. When I didn't want him to. 'Cos then I'd be right in the smack middle of them all over. Somethin' I learned to stay away from.

As he mentioned Spike being with Buffy and how they had a thing, I felt sad for Angel. He deserved happiness more than Spike did. As far as I was concerned. He did good for no real benefit but doing it. Sure, Spike did good, but at first he was forced to. Tha' chip made him play nice with all the other lap doggies B has. And Angel ain't one of them. No fuckin' way. He had enough strength and courage to do wha' was best for the sometimes self-righteous blonde girl.

Squeezin' his hand tighter, "I know. I mean, I know tha' them havin' had or havin' somethin' is a real piss in pea soup, or somethin', but cheah. I know Big Buy, I know. But lookit this way, kay? He so followed your lead. He got a soul to be like you. He chases after your once girl. I'd say someone has a kinky lil' thing for his grandsire," wriggling my brows I had to tease him. Even if most of it was true. "I can't blame him though, for admirin' you. I do too, you know." Suddenly the thought hit me, "I don't have some kinky thing for you, nor do I wanna go and start brooding and spiking my hair up with a ton of gel..." Cracking a smile I winked.

[noangelofyours]

'I know. I mean, I know tha' them havin' had or havin' somethin' is a real piss in pea soup, or somethin', but cheah. I know Big Buy, I know. But lookit this way, kay? He so followed your lead. He got a soul to be like you. He chases after your once girl. I'd say someone has a kinky lil' thing for his grandsire'

"That subject is just too gross to deal with.", I said with a disgusted face.

'I can't blame him though, for admirin' you. I do too, you kno. I don't have some kinky thing for you, nor do I wanna go and start brooding and spiking my hair up with a ton of gel...'

"Very funny, I don't use a ton of gel. Besides Cordy gets on me when I cut my hair short. I wish you people would make up your minds.", I grinned."As for the kinky thing for me, you know you got it bad. I mean come on, just think about when you kissed me back in Sunnydale.", I smiled."I bet if I was to snatch off my shirt you'd start drooling."

[his_firecracker]

"That subject is just too gross to deal with." "Oh man! You two so had a thing way back when you were all evil and infamous, like! I know it!" I teased and for the first time in a long while, I laughed. The sound laughter was like coming from me was almost foreign. I didn't recognize it at first. Not until I felt my face might split open from my wide grin. One that didn't fade at all.

Angel was definitely upping the mood from all serious to humorous, "Dude, you jus' said Cordy gets on you when you cut your hair short. Do you know the imagery tha' brings to a persons mind?" Now, I was the one making the disgusted face, "And p-ah-lease, Angel. You so kissed me back in Sunnydale. Not vice versa and oh, really?" Slippin' my hand from his, I rested them at my sides, "G'head you sexy immortal. Take tha' shirt off and make me drool." Wha' the Hell was I sayin'? He really would make me drool. I jus' thought I had more self-control than most.

[noangelofyours]

"First of all Spike and I had no thing. Second, you wanted me to kiss you anyways. And third...", I stood and pulled my shirt over my head."You're free to drool.".

I had been working out so I knew my body was in one of the best conditions ever.

[his_firecracker]

"First off..." I mirrored, "...you wouldn't tell me if you did, Mister-Lives-In-Denial-Land. Second, I did..." Okay, tha' was me admittin' somethin' I maybe shouldn't, but fuck it! "And third..."

Now I was staring with my mouth hanging open at him. Eyes a little wider than usual, "...and third, tha's not fair!" His abs were hard. His stomach, so smooth and his chest...guh! I was so droolin' and wet. The latter in a place that didn't exactly refer as comin'...ahem, from my mouth.

"I bet if I took my towel off and made things somewha' fair, you'd be jus' as equally droolin' over my physique as I am doin' 'bout yours." Could someone please get me a tub of ice cream and some handcuffs, 'cos wow, yum much?

[noangelofyours]

'First off...you wouldn't tell me if you did, Mister-Lives-In-Denial-Land. Second, I did...And third..'

The sight of my body stopped her words. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were wide.

'..and third, tha's not fair.', her arousal assalted my nose causing me to lick my lips.'I bet if I took my towel off and made things somewha' fair, you'd be jus' as equally droolin' over my physique as I am doin' 'bout yours.'

"Drop it.", I wanted to see what I had been wondering about since that night in Sunnydale.