Imitation is, like, flattery. Right?
Faith had been fucking hiding. Yeah, it was a pussy move, but Finch's body had spooked her and she'd spent time bouncing from hut to caves, basement to jungle. She'd stayed last night in her hut and thought about how Buffy had it so much easier. She didn't have the past or the whole jacked up redemption thing going on. She had friends and family...okay, maybe not here, but her mom.
Man, sometimes she really fucking missed Joyce. She was a decent broad. And she cooked.
Faith laid in her bed and sighed, wishing on the bare ceiling that if she could be Buffy for a day, it wouldn't be like last time.She wouldn't...what the hell was the stick doing in her bed? She wouldn't do things, and not just because it might be wrong. She'd really do it right. No Little Miss Muffet, no screwing her boyfriend.
How sad was it the only time she'd ever made love, it had been in Buffy's body with Buffy's boyfriend?
Faith rolled over and the first thing she noticed was the mass of blonde hair. She grabbed it and stared at the golden ends, then climbed off her bed and went to the little mirror she had from her backpack.
"Oh...snap," she grinned. New face meant a free pass to go get some real food. To go see some real people. And another chance to not screw up. She tromped straight to the kitchen and grabbed some leftover lasagna, garlic bread, and some layer cake of some kind. And coffee. Man, how come the best place was always the kitchen? It sure wasn't like that back in Southie.
[That's right...Faith is wearing Buffy's face for the day. Buffy is still herself, though. If you know B, here come the lulz as Faith tries to fake her way through. Beware, she may make S7 worthy speeches!]
Man, sometimes she really fucking missed Joyce. She was a decent broad. And she cooked.
Faith laid in her bed and sighed, wishing on the bare ceiling that if she could be Buffy for a day, it wouldn't be like last time.She wouldn't...what the hell was the stick doing in her bed? She wouldn't do things, and not just because it might be wrong. She'd really do it right. No Little Miss Muffet, no screwing her boyfriend.
How sad was it the only time she'd ever made love, it had been in Buffy's body with Buffy's boyfriend?
Faith rolled over and the first thing she noticed was the mass of blonde hair. She grabbed it and stared at the golden ends, then climbed off her bed and went to the little mirror she had from her backpack.
"Oh...snap," she grinned. New face meant a free pass to go get some real food. To go see some real people. And another chance to not screw up. She tromped straight to the kitchen and grabbed some leftover lasagna, garlic bread, and some layer cake of some kind. And coffee. Man, how come the best place was always the kitchen? It sure wasn't like that back in Southie.
[That's right...Faith is wearing Buffy's face for the day. Buffy is still herself, though. If you know B, here come the lulz as Faith tries to fake her way through. Beware, she may make S7 worthy speeches!]