576: Private - BtVS - Faith/Buffy - Buffyists
Title: Buffyists
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Faith/Buffy, Xander
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: Drabble_Weekly 66: Faith and FemSlash100 576: Private
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 248
Date Written: 5 December 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
The walls seem to speak volumes in the silence closing in around them. Faith can feel Xander’s eyes on her, but she doesn’t move her own gaze from her girlfriend laying in the center of the room. She was the one in the coma before, and she should be the one in the coma now.
Xander clears his throat, trying to bring her attention to him. She ignores him. She knows he’s hurting -- they’re all hurting, but she’s not the comforting kind. Let Willow deal with him when she returns from taking Giles and Dawn for hot chocolate.
“Would you mind,” Xander asks quietly, “if I pray?”
Faith’s eyes dart to him instantly. She snorts. “Didn’t think you were the kind, Harris.”
“I’m usually not, but we’ve tried everything. What about you? You never talk about God or anything -- “
“Folks were Southern Baptist.”
“I’m guessing you’re not.”
She shakes her head. “Life’s taught me not to put much faith in God,” she says quietly, her gaze returning to Buffy. Her private thoughts aren’t something she likes talking about, but in this moment, in this quiet, hospital room, she finally admits, “I guess you might call me a Buffyist.”
“A Buffyist?”
“Yeah.” Faith smiles. “She’s gonna pull through this, Xander.” B’s the only one who doesn’t let her down, and she’s not gonna let her down now. She can believe in her, if she can believe in anything. Buffy’s trembling lips pulling into a smile tells her she’s right.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Faith/Buffy, Xander
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: Drabble_Weekly 66: Faith and FemSlash100 576: Private
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 248
Date Written: 5 December 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
The walls seem to speak volumes in the silence closing in around them. Faith can feel Xander’s eyes on her, but she doesn’t move her own gaze from her girlfriend laying in the center of the room. She was the one in the coma before, and she should be the one in the coma now.
Xander clears his throat, trying to bring her attention to him. She ignores him. She knows he’s hurting -- they’re all hurting, but she’s not the comforting kind. Let Willow deal with him when she returns from taking Giles and Dawn for hot chocolate.
“Would you mind,” Xander asks quietly, “if I pray?”
Faith’s eyes dart to him instantly. She snorts. “Didn’t think you were the kind, Harris.”
“I’m usually not, but we’ve tried everything. What about you? You never talk about God or anything -- “
“Folks were Southern Baptist.”
“I’m guessing you’re not.”
She shakes her head. “Life’s taught me not to put much faith in God,” she says quietly, her gaze returning to Buffy. Her private thoughts aren’t something she likes talking about, but in this moment, in this quiet, hospital room, she finally admits, “I guess you might call me a Buffyist.”
“A Buffyist?”
“Yeah.” Faith smiles. “She’s gonna pull through this, Xander.” B’s the only one who doesn’t let her down, and she’s not gonna let her down now. She can believe in her, if she can believe in anything. Buffy’s trembling lips pulling into a smile tells her she’s right.
The End