Did I really see you or was it a dream?

[wickedslayer]

"Thats ok, I just saved a significant amount on my car insurance. Besides I'm not certain exactly what your name is. Buffy perhaps?"Gasping loudly I sat up in bed, one hand over my forehead. Ow. Squinting I couldn't believe how horrible my head felt. It was like the hangover from hell, and this was comin' from me. Hangovers from hell were sorta par

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[prodigal_slayer]

Before I knew it the two of us were scratching eachother's clothes off and falling back into old bad habits. I always did like to embrace my vices, especially when they felt so good. His mouth was warm on mine, his hands trailing roughly along my skin.

Suddenly I heard a nervous stammer from the doorway and noticed Fred standing there. I couldn't exactly see her through Wesley but I could hear her and feel her presence there. I was reminded of the last time she busted in on me and Wes gettin' busy. Only it wasn't her, it was Illyria. Maybe it was Illyria again. Maybe Wes would run off to England again with his ex like he did last time. But he didn't even seem to notice, he was too busy concentrating on other things and I couldn't help but feel a smug wave of satisfaction wash over me.

"Get lost Texas." I mumbled to her between pressing my mouth frantically to Wesley's. "We're busy." No shit, right? Stupid bitch. Whatever, if she was Fred she could just run off and cry to Spike. If she was Illyria...well, hopefully I'd get my rocks off before she killed us.

[fredburkle]

I was shocked, embarrassed, annoyed and all sorts of other emotions that I couldn't even put into words, which is why I stood there so long staring at the two of them. They were in the office, going at it like rabbits during the high point of mating season. It was tacky and rude and...gross. They sounded like a couple of boars mating in the bushes.

Spike still hadn't said anything and I didn't wait around to see if he would. I walked out of the doorway and headed for the bathroom. I was only gone about a minute, and when I got back Spike was leaning on the wall outside the office, waiting for me. When he saw what I had, he grinned and motioned me inside.

I walked into the office, the bucket of cold water in my hands and poured it on top of Faith and Wesley. I glared at them, "Stop screwing on top of the furniture like a couple of rutting pigs. Either find a room or keep your freaking hands to yourself. I mean, for crying out loud....have some self respect."

I glared at them, "Go ahead Faith, say how I'm....'wicked jealous' and tirade on and on about whatever you want. You're making fools out of yourselves." I shook my head and frowned, staring directly at Wesley, "I might not be," and I put my hands up to make the air quotes, "the real Fred, but I still have some of her memories and feelings. And let me tell you, she'd be intensely disappointed...in both of you." I shook my head again and walked out of the office, leaving the two wet rats to stew in their juices.

[prodigal_slayer]

I cried out when ice cold water came raining down on me right before I was about to get my jollies off. Right before. Dammit, that fucking bitch killed my orgasm. Suddenly Wesley stopped thrusting and both of us just looked at eachother soaking wet before looking at her. What the fuck was her problem? Why couldn't she just leave us alone?

"I wasn't gonna say shit about jealousy." I finally said as Wesley got up off of me. Pushing him slightly away I grabbed Fred by her arm and slammed her up against a nearby wall. "What I do, is none of your damn business. Do you get me? You so don't wanna go down this road with me." Glaring at her I wanted to lash out wicked bad. Taking a deep breathe, and pushing some of the wet hair out of my face I finally let go of my grip on her arm. I was gonna kill her, if I had to look at her for one more second I was afraid I'd say screw redemption and kill the bitch dead.

[buffys_bitch]

The pleasant interlude with Fred is forgotten when we step into Wesley's office.

A bunch of emotions wash over me, surprise, amusement, shock, resentment....

fred is the most surprising when she dowses them with water and gives them what for. I smirk and stay silent, but my hackles start to rise when I see Faith's expression. She really has it in for Fred. I move instinctively a few steps closer to Fred. But I'm not quick enough to prevent Faith from grabbing Fred and slamming her into a wall. With a growl I lunge at her when she lets one arm go and fling her backwards off of Fred, standing in her path in case she tries it again.

"Touch her again and you are dead. Slayer or not."

Then Wesley takes centre stage addressing us all like he is at a lecture. It's not until I see him start to draw the blade across his own flesh that I realise the danger behind the matter of fact tone.

I spring into action, swatting the blade away and applying pressure to his neck wound with both hands. To the others it might look like I am trying to throttle him, but that i far from my intent. I try to stem the blood flow with only my fingers.

"Oh, no you don't. Don't you bloody dare try this now." I growl, pressing hard against Wesley's neck.

[fredburkle]

Spike stopped Faith from hitting me, but it distracted all of us from Wesley. I just stood there in shock as he shoved the knife into his neck. What the hell was he thinking? Apparently he wasn't...at all.

I didn't know what to do. I felt so helpless standing there, and then...it was the weirdest thing...all this knowledge began pouring into my head. It medical terminology and practices and how to heal people and everything any doctor would know. And I just...knew what to do.

I grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and ripped it off. I handed it to Spike, "Hold this against the wound, hard, but not so hard that..you know, you break his neck." I looked around the office and found the first aid kit. There was a needle and thread in there and some pain killers. They were Aspirin, which I couldn't use, because Aspirin thins the blood and Wesley could bleed to death.

And that was really weird that I knew that. I poured the rubbing alcohol that was in the kit on my hands and then nudged spike aside. "When I tell you to wipe the blood, wipe the blood." And then I stuck my fingers into the neck wound and found the injury. It was a clean cut, thankfully and not terribly deep. I closed my eyes and, somehow, I was able to visualize the artery and all the surrounding veins.

I heard Spike say, "Do you know what you're doing?" And I nodded and began to repair the damage Mr. Melodramatic made.