Even prison isn't far enough away
"Let me tell ya B, prison, not all it's cracked up to be."
It's what you wanted. It's where you belong."
"Yeah, I get that now."
-pause-
"So, what about you? Still doin' the dead thing?"
This part always warranted one of those all to famous Buffy glares. Man I hated those.
"You know you can't stay, right?"
"Yeah, I know that. But, where else am I supposed to go."
"Somewhere dark and dead, remember? There's someone there you have to find Faith. Someone who needs you to save them."
"Look, B, if this is just some sort of metaphor about how I lost my way and..."
"Remember Faith, she needs you."
"Yeah, sure," I watch as B fades away to nothing. "Whatever you say."
I sat up in bed, the all to familiar stink of sweat surroundin' me. They were all like this, the dreams. Sometimes we were back in Sunnydale, sometimes were we having coffee at Angel's pad, and sometime I don't know where the hell we were but I can tell ya it was like no place I'd ever seen before. But like I said, they were all like this. Didn't matter where we were man, the dialog was always the same. Anyway, it wasn't the first time and somethin' told me it wouldn't be the last time I'd have that mental mind walk with Buffy. Either she was in some serious trouble and tryin' to get at me through my dreams, or I really needed to convince someone around here to up my meds.
The crazy part of the dreams was that none of them ever seemed, I don't know, scary. B always seemed pretty calm and collected, 'cept I think she was missin' a couple nuts and screws up top if you know what I mean. What was all that crap about remembering? Dude, she should know by now I don't get into the whole cryptic thing. When I wake up though, it's a whole other story. Cold sweats, clammy skin. Sometimes I'd even wake up to find on the floor of my cell with my nails dug into the palms of my hands. Some seriously freaky shit if you ask me.
This had all started after the phone call from Red a few weeks back tellin' me that B had taken one hell of a nasty spill off some tower thing to save lil sis. I can't say I was surprised. after all, Buffy was the big hero and all, right? But that's not to say I wasn't shocked. I mean, here I was livin' it up in the lap of luxury here in prison while she was out savin' the world, it never occurred to me that she'd kick it, leavin' me behind as the only active slayer. Not that it mattered because I had no chance of ever leavin' this place...even on good behavior. But the dreams, those were definitely an unexpected twist to that unhappy news.
I was due for a phone call today. Either out-going or in and since there was no chance of anyone callin' me now a days, I decided to use my one call and give the big guy a ring, see if he could make heads or tails of the whole dream works situation. So, I dropped my quarter in (hypothetically of course) and dialed the number. And the surprises just keep on comin' I thought as I heard Willows voice on the other end.
"Hey Red, it's Faith."
[Open to Willow]