Dream Weaver, chapter six
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Fandom: Buffyverse
Pairing: Faith/Spike
Rating: NC-13
Summary: Buffy has a new demon issue on her hands and she needs Faith on this one. But Faith disappeared off the radar eight months ago. When she finally finds the feisty brunette, she makes a startling discovery.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, no profit made.
Previous chapters.
She knew this place. She had been here before, she was sure of it. It looked almost like...
The memory washed over her with an intensity she hadn’t expected. This was Spike’s lair in Sunnydale! Why was she here? Dreaming of unknown demons was one thing, but being catapulted six years back into time... And hold on. If she remembered this, what else could she remember?
The dream didn’t wait for her to gather her thoughts and moved her into Spike’s bedroom downstairs.”Faith,” a familiar voice drawled, “Thought you’d never make it. Slaye’ wouldn’t let you go?”
“She insisted on doing research on this funny looking demon we met on patrol,” she heard herself say. The Dark Slayer had no control as she moved closer to the bed and started shedding clothes. “Wouldn’t let off until I gave a detailed description to Red.”
Spike stood before her in an instant. “Always the research type a girl, no matter how she denies it, yeah?”, he grinned. “Follow procedure!” Spike’s ridiculous impersonation of the blonde Slayer apparently cracked her up. She laughed until tears were running from her eyes. Spike drew her close, lips crashing into hers with a need that burned like hellfire. Her body still on a high from the night’s hunt, she answered with no less intensity.
Faith’s brain started to panic. She remembered this scene from her other dreams, she knew what was going to happen next. But dream-Faith seemed much more interested in continuing what she was doing than listening to the voices in the back of her head. If she heard them at all.
Gods, she’d forgotten how good it felt to be kissed by Spike. His strong, short frame fit snugly against hers and she wholeheartedly agreed with the groan escaping from dream-Faith’s lips. Spike took his time, discovering every inch of her lips and slowly making his way down to her neck. Reality-Faith froze, terrified. Dream-Faith had no such compulsions, her hormones raging through the body they shared. And then she heard it, a very faint “Can’t let you do it to her, pet”. Spike looked at her, pain shining brightly in his eyes, and dug into her neck.
Faith sat up in her bed, her mind a whirlwind of memories, all tugging at her to be remembered. But what she really wanted to think about was what Spike had said before he tried to kill her. She had never remembered that before. He had trailed her along for almost three months before that night and she had been furious to find out his deceit. If memory served her right, she had barely made it out of his lair that night.
It was remarkable that he hadn’t attempted anything again later. It was nothing short of a miracle that they’d ended up dating only a few years after that. Considering how she felt about him -and come to think of it, about her old self-, she simply couldn’t be mad at Spike. She knew perfectly well why he did what he did back then, they’d talked about it on several occasions.
She remembered. A choked sob escaped from her lips. Buffy had been right, her past was far from pretty.
*****
When Faith didn’t show up for guard duty, L’Hara thought it had been because she knew it was with her. Thoughts of bloody and painful mutilations raced through her mind as she steamed through the halls towards the room Faith shared with Kennedy. Not bothering to knock, she stormed in with all the elegance of an angered rhinoceros. “Why the hell aren’t you-“
The sight of Faith on her bed crying made her stop short. “What?!” She demanded. “What are you on about?”
The Dark Slayer looked up, noticing for the first time that she was not alone. When she realising who her guest was, her eyes widened and she paled. “Oh, L’Hara! Oh, I’m so, so sorry. You have to believe me, I’m so very sorry!” The petite woman was taken aback by the sheer intensity of her voice. “It’s only guard duty, you could have done worse,” she grumbled.
“Oh, L’Hara, but I have done worse! I... I remember. I remember what I did to you. I remember endangering everyone just to get to you, to make you face that nightmare. And I’m so, so sorry.” L’Hara felt as if she’d been slapped across the face. For several seconds, she just stood there, staring at the dishevelled woman on the bed. “Let me get someone to cover for us, I’ll be right back.” Without another word, the Slayerette fled from the room.
*****
The news of Faith’s recovery spread like wildfire across the Facility and it felt like everyone was staring at her as she walked through the halls on her way to Spike. Having spent several hours explaining everything to L’Hara and then Buffy and the age-old Scoobie gang, she finally had five minutes to talk to Spike. Her only hope was that he hadn’t heard already. He might feel like she left him out on purpose. Thinking of the possible consequences of that, she quickened her pace.
Making her way down to the basement, she could hear The Sex Pistols blaring through the door. So he’s either in a good mood, or he doesn’t want to be disturbed. Funny how she suddenly just knew these things. She knocked -more like banged on the door, but it was made of thick steel, so she didn’t really have a choice- and let herself in.
Spike looked up from his book with an angry glare, “Not in the mood, Bu-“
He froze mid-sentence when he registered who had really walked into his basement. Running over to the stereo, he quickly shut off the music and pulled her into the nearest chair. “Yes, luv? What do you need?”
Wasting no time on formalities, Faith leaned over and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Her insides turned and she could have sworn she heard a choir of angels -or was that demons?- cheering her on. “I remember,” she announced. The smile that answered her was nothing short of mischievous.
Fandom: Buffyverse
Pairing: Faith/Spike
Rating: NC-13
Summary: Buffy has a new demon issue on her hands and she needs Faith on this one. But Faith disappeared off the radar eight months ago. When she finally finds the feisty brunette, she makes a startling discovery.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, no profit made.
Previous chapters.
She knew this place. She had been here before, she was sure of it. It looked almost like...
The memory washed over her with an intensity she hadn’t expected. This was Spike’s lair in Sunnydale! Why was she here? Dreaming of unknown demons was one thing, but being catapulted six years back into time... And hold on. If she remembered this, what else could she remember?
The dream didn’t wait for her to gather her thoughts and moved her into Spike’s bedroom downstairs.”Faith,” a familiar voice drawled, “Thought you’d never make it. Slaye’ wouldn’t let you go?”
“She insisted on doing research on this funny looking demon we met on patrol,” she heard herself say. The Dark Slayer had no control as she moved closer to the bed and started shedding clothes. “Wouldn’t let off until I gave a detailed description to Red.”
Spike stood before her in an instant. “Always the research type a girl, no matter how she denies it, yeah?”, he grinned. “Follow procedure!” Spike’s ridiculous impersonation of the blonde Slayer apparently cracked her up. She laughed until tears were running from her eyes. Spike drew her close, lips crashing into hers with a need that burned like hellfire. Her body still on a high from the night’s hunt, she answered with no less intensity.
Faith’s brain started to panic. She remembered this scene from her other dreams, she knew what was going to happen next. But dream-Faith seemed much more interested in continuing what she was doing than listening to the voices in the back of her head. If she heard them at all.
Gods, she’d forgotten how good it felt to be kissed by Spike. His strong, short frame fit snugly against hers and she wholeheartedly agreed with the groan escaping from dream-Faith’s lips. Spike took his time, discovering every inch of her lips and slowly making his way down to her neck. Reality-Faith froze, terrified. Dream-Faith had no such compulsions, her hormones raging through the body they shared. And then she heard it, a very faint “Can’t let you do it to her, pet”. Spike looked at her, pain shining brightly in his eyes, and dug into her neck.
Faith sat up in her bed, her mind a whirlwind of memories, all tugging at her to be remembered. But what she really wanted to think about was what Spike had said before he tried to kill her. She had never remembered that before. He had trailed her along for almost three months before that night and she had been furious to find out his deceit. If memory served her right, she had barely made it out of his lair that night.
It was remarkable that he hadn’t attempted anything again later. It was nothing short of a miracle that they’d ended up dating only a few years after that. Considering how she felt about him -and come to think of it, about her old self-, she simply couldn’t be mad at Spike. She knew perfectly well why he did what he did back then, they’d talked about it on several occasions.
She remembered. A choked sob escaped from her lips. Buffy had been right, her past was far from pretty.
*****
When Faith didn’t show up for guard duty, L’Hara thought it had been because she knew it was with her. Thoughts of bloody and painful mutilations raced through her mind as she steamed through the halls towards the room Faith shared with Kennedy. Not bothering to knock, she stormed in with all the elegance of an angered rhinoceros. “Why the hell aren’t you-“
The sight of Faith on her bed crying made her stop short. “What?!” She demanded. “What are you on about?”
The Dark Slayer looked up, noticing for the first time that she was not alone. When she realising who her guest was, her eyes widened and she paled. “Oh, L’Hara! Oh, I’m so, so sorry. You have to believe me, I’m so very sorry!” The petite woman was taken aback by the sheer intensity of her voice. “It’s only guard duty, you could have done worse,” she grumbled.
“Oh, L’Hara, but I have done worse! I... I remember. I remember what I did to you. I remember endangering everyone just to get to you, to make you face that nightmare. And I’m so, so sorry.” L’Hara felt as if she’d been slapped across the face. For several seconds, she just stood there, staring at the dishevelled woman on the bed. “Let me get someone to cover for us, I’ll be right back.” Without another word, the Slayerette fled from the room.
*****
The news of Faith’s recovery spread like wildfire across the Facility and it felt like everyone was staring at her as she walked through the halls on her way to Spike. Having spent several hours explaining everything to L’Hara and then Buffy and the age-old Scoobie gang, she finally had five minutes to talk to Spike. Her only hope was that he hadn’t heard already. He might feel like she left him out on purpose. Thinking of the possible consequences of that, she quickened her pace.
Making her way down to the basement, she could hear The Sex Pistols blaring through the door. So he’s either in a good mood, or he doesn’t want to be disturbed. Funny how she suddenly just knew these things. She knocked -more like banged on the door, but it was made of thick steel, so she didn’t really have a choice- and let herself in.
Spike looked up from his book with an angry glare, “Not in the mood, Bu-“
He froze mid-sentence when he registered who had really walked into his basement. Running over to the stereo, he quickly shut off the music and pulled her into the nearest chair. “Yes, luv? What do you need?”
Wasting no time on formalities, Faith leaned over and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Her insides turned and she could have sworn she heard a choir of angels -or was that demons?- cheering her on. “I remember,” she announced. The smile that answered her was nothing short of mischievous.