Fic: Dead Souls (5) Faith & Xander
Title: Dead Souls (5)
Faith & Xander;
It assumes that the Hellmouth was never opened, and that Orpheus ended differently. This takes place immediately after Dead Souls (4)
"Spike always said that vampires would shag anything and anybody," Dawn pursued.
Faith didn't even look up from her perusal of the Spiderman annual. "I wouldn't know," she said. "Sounds like Spike wanted to freak you out. Or freak out whoever you'd repeat that to."
"Aren't you like, doing it with vampires?" Dawn asked, just as Xander slammed shut the refrigerator door
"Dawn!" he said. "Jeeze!"
"Well, Xander," Dawn said, with a twelfth grade eye-roll, and Xander was so going to send Giles a candy gram or something, "it's not like you and Anya didn't talk about sex all the time."
"Anya is getting better about that," Xander muttered. "Isn't she?"
"No," Dawn said, baldly. "She's complaining about the frequency and duration again."
Faith gave a crack of laughter.
The phone rang, just as Xander was feeling the pulse in his neck and trying to remember the symptoms of stroke. Dawn leaped to answer it.
"Hello? Yeah, sure. Here," she said, and flung the receiver at Faith.
Faith caught it easily. "Hello? Yeah. No, I wanna stay here a while longer."
Xander said to Dawn, "Maybe we shouldn't listen?"
"Get out if you want to," Dawn said, putting down her fork.
Faith began to twirl a lock of hair with her free hand. "Yeah, if you wanna. Yeah, I'm being careful. I'm getting along fine with everyone. You know me: the team player." She winked at Xander.
There was an agitated burst of static from the phone, and Faith got up and moved to the other side of the kitchen, dropping her voice. "Yeah," she said. "I will. I will. I won't."
"You think they're doing it?" Dawn hissed to Xander. "I mean, he has a Slayer thing."
"I really don't care," Xander said, untruthfully. "I thought Faith had better taste."
Just then, Faith ducked her head, smiling into the receiver. "Love you too, old man," she said. She clicked it off. "Control freak."
Xander felt oddly disturbed.
Faith & Xander;
It assumes that the Hellmouth was never opened, and that Orpheus ended differently. This takes place immediately after Dead Souls (4)
"Spike always said that vampires would shag anything and anybody," Dawn pursued.
Faith didn't even look up from her perusal of the Spiderman annual. "I wouldn't know," she said. "Sounds like Spike wanted to freak you out. Or freak out whoever you'd repeat that to."
"Aren't you like, doing it with vampires?" Dawn asked, just as Xander slammed shut the refrigerator door
"Dawn!" he said. "Jeeze!"
"Well, Xander," Dawn said, with a twelfth grade eye-roll, and Xander was so going to send Giles a candy gram or something, "it's not like you and Anya didn't talk about sex all the time."
"Anya is getting better about that," Xander muttered. "Isn't she?"
"No," Dawn said, baldly. "She's complaining about the frequency and duration again."
Faith gave a crack of laughter.
The phone rang, just as Xander was feeling the pulse in his neck and trying to remember the symptoms of stroke. Dawn leaped to answer it.
"Hello? Yeah, sure. Here," she said, and flung the receiver at Faith.
Faith caught it easily. "Hello? Yeah. No, I wanna stay here a while longer."
Xander said to Dawn, "Maybe we shouldn't listen?"
"Get out if you want to," Dawn said, putting down her fork.
Faith began to twirl a lock of hair with her free hand. "Yeah, if you wanna. Yeah, I'm being careful. I'm getting along fine with everyone. You know me: the team player." She winked at Xander.
There was an agitated burst of static from the phone, and Faith got up and moved to the other side of the kitchen, dropping her voice. "Yeah," she said. "I will. I will. I won't."
"You think they're doing it?" Dawn hissed to Xander. "I mean, he has a Slayer thing."
"I really don't care," Xander said, untruthfully. "I thought Faith had better taste."
Just then, Faith ducked her head, smiling into the receiver. "Love you too, old man," she said. She clicked it off. "Control freak."
Xander felt oddly disturbed.