Military life is over. from huntedmerciless
The news that she had lay upon me made me sad, angry and floored, and probably at least a hundred other different adjectives. It was hard to focus on anything positive and as the propellers of the chopper sent sand into my eyes, I felt the need to wipe them again. Sadness when all of your friends…your best friend, his girlfriend, people that you put your life on the line with every day, and especially, when your wife was involved, prevailed.
She told me that Buffy was alive, that Angel was alive, that Spike was alive and some girl named Cordelia, who had visions, had survived, and everyone else, other then herself and me, were dead, gone, just like my love, my baby, my Samantha.
She told me the way that Sunnydale had become the crater that we were now standing in front of, who Buffy and the others had beaten back forcing Craterdale and that this First evil, was also responsible for the guy with the gun, killing all of us, except for us who were left with desolation and memories.
Sadness and anger, they were strong. But my anger over wanting to build a force to go after the strong guy with the First evil behind him, was joined by another anger. This girl, who had said my name three times, even though I hadn’t the foggiest idea of who she was, then told me how she knew me and then, I did know who she was.
She was Faith. She was Faith, famous for switching bodies with Buffy and having an all-night sexathon with me, driving a wedge between Buffy and I that lasted for over a week. She was Faith, who had performed a body switch with Buffy, in order to evade capture because she was a slayer, who happened to be a wanted murderer, and who wanted to take Buffy’s body and probably leave the country, while Buffy, in Faith’s body, would take the rap and go to jail and if it had worked, there was almost no way that we would have gotten Buffy back.
Years had passed, I had remarried, but I hadn’t forgotten how pissed off all of that had made me. I wanted to hit her and hard, but what good would that do? She was a slayer, was one of the few survivors left and if I hit her, she would beat on me like there was no tomorrow. If I got a gun and shot her, then I wouldn’t be endearing myself to everyone that was still alive, although, honestly, I couldn’t care about that right now. Spike and Angel, vampires, not my two favorite people, and Faith, well she had done nothing to establish any good intentions with me. Buffy and this Cordelia, if that even worked out, because I didn’t think the world of Angel, were the only ones that I wanted the respect of and right now, with my wife, friends and unit dead, that didn’t even truly matter.
The hell with it…I acted like I didn’t care and turned, before belting her with a right cross and walking towards the chopper. I didn’t know if she was following me, or not, but I sent the chopper over to Edwards, where he was then left to report that the entire unit, with the exception of me, was dead, and that I was done with the jungles and with the army, and that I would reach them when my safety was more secured, at my own leisure. He flew away, not questioning me in the least and as I turned, Faith was standing right there. Reprisal in the form of a right from her, came, only her right hand was more effective at dropping me then mine was at putting her down. Slayers and their strength, and beauty, man, it was pride-sapping, but, I didn’t care about that now, either.
She extended her hand and helped me up, saying that she deserved that. She asked me if we were five by five now. I didn’t know how to respond to that, but I was thinking, in my angered and saddened mind that five by five meant something to the effect of a high five, so I looked at her.
“I guess that we are, since we have somebody trying to kill us. But, you did deserve that punch and much more, Faith. Now, should I be worried about you being a felon from justice, or has that been somehow settled over a murder, in a very short time?”
[Faith]
She told me that Buffy was alive, that Angel was alive, that Spike was alive and some girl named Cordelia, who had visions, had survived, and everyone else, other then herself and me, were dead, gone, just like my love, my baby, my Samantha.
She told me the way that Sunnydale had become the crater that we were now standing in front of, who Buffy and the others had beaten back forcing Craterdale and that this First evil, was also responsible for the guy with the gun, killing all of us, except for us who were left with desolation and memories.
Sadness and anger, they were strong. But my anger over wanting to build a force to go after the strong guy with the First evil behind him, was joined by another anger. This girl, who had said my name three times, even though I hadn’t the foggiest idea of who she was, then told me how she knew me and then, I did know who she was.
She was Faith. She was Faith, famous for switching bodies with Buffy and having an all-night sexathon with me, driving a wedge between Buffy and I that lasted for over a week. She was Faith, who had performed a body switch with Buffy, in order to evade capture because she was a slayer, who happened to be a wanted murderer, and who wanted to take Buffy’s body and probably leave the country, while Buffy, in Faith’s body, would take the rap and go to jail and if it had worked, there was almost no way that we would have gotten Buffy back.
Years had passed, I had remarried, but I hadn’t forgotten how pissed off all of that had made me. I wanted to hit her and hard, but what good would that do? She was a slayer, was one of the few survivors left and if I hit her, she would beat on me like there was no tomorrow. If I got a gun and shot her, then I wouldn’t be endearing myself to everyone that was still alive, although, honestly, I couldn’t care about that right now. Spike and Angel, vampires, not my two favorite people, and Faith, well she had done nothing to establish any good intentions with me. Buffy and this Cordelia, if that even worked out, because I didn’t think the world of Angel, were the only ones that I wanted the respect of and right now, with my wife, friends and unit dead, that didn’t even truly matter.
The hell with it…I acted like I didn’t care and turned, before belting her with a right cross and walking towards the chopper. I didn’t know if she was following me, or not, but I sent the chopper over to Edwards, where he was then left to report that the entire unit, with the exception of me, was dead, and that I was done with the jungles and with the army, and that I would reach them when my safety was more secured, at my own leisure. He flew away, not questioning me in the least and as I turned, Faith was standing right there. Reprisal in the form of a right from her, came, only her right hand was more effective at dropping me then mine was at putting her down. Slayers and their strength, and beauty, man, it was pride-sapping, but, I didn’t care about that now, either.
She extended her hand and helped me up, saying that she deserved that. She asked me if we were five by five now. I didn’t know how to respond to that, but I was thinking, in my angered and saddened mind that five by five meant something to the effect of a high five, so I looked at her.
“I guess that we are, since we have somebody trying to kill us. But, you did deserve that punch and much more, Faith. Now, should I be worried about you being a felon from justice, or has that been somehow settled over a murder, in a very short time?”
[Faith]