Growing Pains

[_badass_slayer_]

This cryin' thing fuckin' sucks, yo. The few times I have cried, didn't last very long. What I'm doin', now? Goes somewhere in the category of Never-Thought-This-Would-Happen. He's holdin' me, he's forgiven me, Wes has forgiven me, and I have no fuckin' clue what to do next

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[_badass_slayer_]

"You're welcome, Faith. I know I was rather violent and cruel to you that night, but I just wanted to make sure you survived. I'm glad that you know that."

Ah...the You-Are-A-Rabid-Dog Speech. Yep, I remember that. But deep down inside, I knew he didn't mean that shit...or, at least, I hoped he didn't.

"You were tryin' to help me. It's cool. Comes with the territory of bein' a Watcher, I guess. Sometimes you gotta take drastic measures to get your point across. See? That's what I'm sayin'. If you hadn't gotten all Mean Sonuvabitch on me, things might've turned out a helluva lot different. I was reluctant to fight Angelus, and you showed me a way to do it without killin' Angel."

Dude, I'm just Revelation Chic, aren't I?

"I'm very proud of the Slayer you've become...I don't think I told you that last year. To know that you think I helped you in some way means more than I can say."

Oh my God. I've been waitin' forever to hear him say that to me. Didn't realize, while I was in the Dale, that I actually wanted his approval for anythin'. But, when he helped bust me outta prison? Somethin' changed; everything shifted, and suddenly, I was seein' ole Wes in a whole new light. He grew a pair, in addition to also developing an unhealthy fetish for guns and knives. Cut a little to close to home, know what I'm sayin'?

"Aww. Are ya tryin' to get me all weepy again?" I let out a short chuckle, then continue. "Seriously, though...you definitely helped me. You and Soul Boy kept me from fadin' away into the big, black beyond. He told me to keep fightin', and you showed me how," I say, returnin' his smile and bumpin' his shoulder with mine.

Earl, formerly known as Wes, finishes eatin' and asks me the question that has been runnin' through my head ever since I arrived at the W & H building. "Where do you want to go from here, Faith?"

Damn, I just know there's a double meanin' in that somewhere. And, honestly? I don't have the first, fuckin' clue what I'm doin'.

Looks like my uncharacteristic shyness is about to rear its ugly head again. "Dunno. Whatever, I guess. I'll go wherever the wind carries me." Dude, what a horrible cliche. What is it about this man that makes me all girly and jittery?