Fic: A Tragic Love- Part Two
Title: A Tragic Love- Part Two
Disclaimer: *Checks* yup I don't own them
Written for: tth100
Prompt #25 Jealousy
Pairing: Faith/Ziva
Part Two
Faith could feel her blood start to boil when she stepped out of the bathroom and found a man all over Ziva. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with some excuse for why Ziva would allow him to be all over her. Except no other theory seemed reasonable as if Ziva had not wanted him to be there then he would not have been on top of her. Ziva was one of the strongest non-slayers she had ever come across. Faith had seen her take out men twice her size and not even break a sweat. Faith had been played for a fool and that did not sit well with her. She started to think about everything that had occurred between them. Had it all been a lie?
Before she knew what she was doing she was ripping the man away from Ziva and throwing him to the ground in a jealous rage. She threw every ounce of anger into every punch and kick she delivered to him. It took four bouncers and two other guys who had been partying in the club to stop her from pummeling the guy to a bloody pulp. As Faith was pushed through the club and out the doors she had been able to calm down, even if it was only enough to be able to think coherently. It was then she realized what she had done. She immediately felt sick to her stomach as she hadn't used her slayer abilities against a regular human since she had tied Wesley up to a chair and tortured him all those years ago. Faith was thrown to the curb and told to stay there until the cops came. She could have ran if she wanted to but she knew what she had done was wrong.
"How could you?" Ziva demanded.
Faith looked up from where she sat to find Ziva standing above her. Her usually soft features were hardened with anger. For once Faith had no answer to give. She couldn't blame her if Ziva left and never came back.
"I know you've had a hard life, but I thought you would have trusted me more then that," Ziva explained knowing she didn't have too, "He was a fellow Mossad officer and my Father had asked him to deliver me a message."
Faith lowered her head in shame knowing what she had done was wrong. She should have listened to that small voice in the back of her head that had been trying to tell her that there was probably a good explanation for the man. But Faith hadn't listened. She had reverted back to her old self and had flew off the handle. Faith had ruined the one good thing in her life.
"I guess you will never change."
Faith watched as Ziva walked away and headed into the night. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to call after Ziva. To say anything to get her to stay. But nothing seemed like the right thing to say. Faith was starting to think maybe Ziva was right and Faith would never be able to change.
Disclaimer: *Checks* yup I don't own them
Written for: tth100
Prompt #25 Jealousy
Pairing: Faith/Ziva
Part Two
Faith could feel her blood start to boil when she stepped out of the bathroom and found a man all over Ziva. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with some excuse for why Ziva would allow him to be all over her. Except no other theory seemed reasonable as if Ziva had not wanted him to be there then he would not have been on top of her. Ziva was one of the strongest non-slayers she had ever come across. Faith had seen her take out men twice her size and not even break a sweat. Faith had been played for a fool and that did not sit well with her. She started to think about everything that had occurred between them. Had it all been a lie?
Before she knew what she was doing she was ripping the man away from Ziva and throwing him to the ground in a jealous rage. She threw every ounce of anger into every punch and kick she delivered to him. It took four bouncers and two other guys who had been partying in the club to stop her from pummeling the guy to a bloody pulp. As Faith was pushed through the club and out the doors she had been able to calm down, even if it was only enough to be able to think coherently. It was then she realized what she had done. She immediately felt sick to her stomach as she hadn't used her slayer abilities against a regular human since she had tied Wesley up to a chair and tortured him all those years ago. Faith was thrown to the curb and told to stay there until the cops came. She could have ran if she wanted to but she knew what she had done was wrong.
"How could you?" Ziva demanded.
Faith looked up from where she sat to find Ziva standing above her. Her usually soft features were hardened with anger. For once Faith had no answer to give. She couldn't blame her if Ziva left and never came back.
"I know you've had a hard life, but I thought you would have trusted me more then that," Ziva explained knowing she didn't have too, "He was a fellow Mossad officer and my Father had asked him to deliver me a message."
Faith lowered her head in shame knowing what she had done was wrong. She should have listened to that small voice in the back of her head that had been trying to tell her that there was probably a good explanation for the man. But Faith hadn't listened. She had reverted back to her old self and had flew off the handle. Faith had ruined the one good thing in her life.
"I guess you will never change."
Faith watched as Ziva walked away and headed into the night. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to call after Ziva. To say anything to get her to stay. But nothing seemed like the right thing to say. Faith was starting to think maybe Ziva was right and Faith would never be able to change.