It's so easy how we come undone
Things were pretty chaotic. Hell, chaotic even a word that's sayin' alot considering the things I'd seen in my life. Not to mention the things everybody else'd seen. Still even B had to say that crashin' up in Soul Boy's company plane took the cake on shock value. We all expected Wolfram and Hart to fuck us, guess we just didn't expect it to be this fucking obvious. What the hell was wrong with us anyway? Every single one of us got on that fucking plane and it just crashed in the middle of nowhere. None of us knew what the score was for real, but I was pretty sure in the last eighteen hours nearly everybody'd given up hope on a rescue plane.
If Wolfram and Hart really had been behind this a girl's gotta wonder. Did they even mean for some of us to land on the island and survive? Were all of us supposed to land here and something went wrong? Or did a few of us just get real lucky? It was hard to tell, but I knew the loss among our troops was bein' pretty heavily felt by nearly everybody. Only people who'd washed up on shore yesterday were me, Angel, Buffy, Wes, Willow, Lorne, Gunn and fucking Harmony. Harmony. Hell, we'd lost Connor and Kennedy but we Harmony survived. It just didn't seem fair.
Angel and Buffy were takin' Connor and Dawn's absences pretty hard and I didn't blame neither one of 'em. Personally I was more than convinced that Connor and Dawn were both dead but I couldn't tell whether they were holdin' onto any hopes though. If they were I didn't wanna be announcing to the group that I thought everybody else was dead. It was already hard enough. Thank God for Gunn though, he was the only thing that kept me sane yesterday. B and Soul Boy both freakin' out about Dawn and Connor, Wes freakin' out about Illyria being missing realized I was gonna have to take charge of the sitch real quick. Between me and Gunn we managed to get everyone situated on findin' food and fuel for fire, not to mention salvage what little we could from the plane wreckage.
Guess the biggest surprise of all was when Angel walked out into the sunlight. B's eyes got so big I thought they were gonna bug right out of her head but she kept her cool. Some kinda miracle I guess, Angel bein' able to walk in the sun. He didn't seem like he thought it was a miracle though and that was why I got it in my head that he knew something I didn't.
We'd worked all morning too, after gettin' only a few hours of sleep. No clue how long we were gonna be here for but if we were gonna survive we needed to get together at least a few things. Just needed a break from everybody and all of...this. A few hours ago we were strategizing how to take down Wolfram and Hart for good and now we were trapped on an island in the middle of nowhere. I climbed up on top of one of the sand dunes where I could be alone for a little while and light up a stoke.
Grabbin' my pack of Marlboros out of the back pocket of my jeans I frowned when I opened up the box and saw that I only had about ten more left. After that? No more smokes unless we were gonna get rescued real quick. Guess I just had to make sure that I really enjoyed it. Puttin' the smokes back in my pocket I sat down on the beach and lit up my cigarette, inhalin' the smoke like it was gonna be my last one ever. Well, ninth from last anyway. Close enough.
This whole thing had been really hard on everyone. As much as Angel was happy he could be out in the sun he was still angsting about Connor and not being in L.A. to deal with the Senior Partners. B was tryin' to play it off like she usually did but she was hurtin' too and makin' it wicked obvious. Wes seemed all but batshit insane all day yesterday and Harmony wouldn't stop talking about how the sun was gonna effect her natural hair color. Lorne just flat out panicked, started freakin' out like nobody's business. The only one who was holdin' it together was me and Gunn and I didn't even know how much longer I could keep it up. Yesterday afternoon I woke up on the beach screamin' my head off and now I was the one holdin' everything together. Who'd have thought it?
With a sigh I glanced out into the waves cresting gently onto the beach and rolling back out again.
I almost smirked a little bit when I zipped up my duffel bag. No matter how much had changed in my life in the last few years I still traveled with the same ratty duffel bag I'd first left Southie in. Guess the more things change the more they stay the same.
"Where's your stuff?" I called out to Robin who was in the hallway just outside our bedroom in Rome. Lookin' around the room I didn't see anything packed 'cept for my duffel bag.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on my boots, was lacin' one up when Robin caught my eye loungin' in the doorway.
"I'm not coming." He said casually, like I should expect that answer from him or something.
"What? What do you mean?" I frowned, finishing up with my boots and standin' up. "C'mon, the flight leaves in an hour we gotta get to the airport."
"Faith," He said slowly, taking a few tentative steps towards me and that was when I saw it in his eyes. He wasn't coming. "I'm not coming with you to L.A. In fact, I plan on being in London by the time you get back."
"London?"
"I've been talking to Giles about reassignment."
"What? What are you talkin' about reassignment? I don't wanna go back to London yo. That place's got nothin' but books and snobby stuck up people and so much tea you could fucking drown in it-"
"Alone. Faith, I'm going to London alone."
"Oh." My frown deepened as I suddenly realized that I was gettin' dumped. Just like that, out of fucking nowhere! Thought I was doin' a pretty good job with this whole relationship gig, 'specially considering I'd never actually had one before Robin. "I thought that we ummm..." I took a step back away from him, not really focusing on him or the floor or the wall. Just...was I really gettin' dumped? "I thought that things were...good. They weren't good?"
"It's not that things haven't been good, Faith. It's just...they haven't been anything. Not in a really long time. I know that you said you wanted to give this thing between us a shot but you were never really here. You haven't been here in months and I've spent all this time wondering where it is you go in there." He said quietly, one hand reaching out to brush a strand of dark hair behind my ear.
"What are you talkin' about? I've been here, haven't I? Been good, haven't been out playin' around. Come home to you every single fucking night. What do you want from me?" I lashed back out at him, takin' a quick step away from him again.
"More. I want more from you, Faith."
I clenched my jaw, quickly hardening my features because I didn't want him to see this. Not him, not now. Maybe I was only proving his point but he was dumping me.
"Fine." I said in a low tense voice. "Have fun in London. See ya."
With that I had my duffel in my bag and was brushin' past him angrily towards the door. I had a plane to catch.
I took the last drag of my cigarette and frowned at it again, the cherry lit all the way down to the filter now. Nine more to go and then I was gonna be forced to quit. With a sigh I ground out the ash in the sand before I heard footsteps approaching. Tilting my chin up in the sun I was almost surprised for a sec that it was Angel. Then I remembered he was just the vampire I wanted to see.
"Hey, how do you feel about takin' a walk through the jungle?" I asked him as he sat down next to me on the sand.
If Wolfram and Hart really had been behind this a girl's gotta wonder. Did they even mean for some of us to land on the island and survive? Were all of us supposed to land here and something went wrong? Or did a few of us just get real lucky? It was hard to tell, but I knew the loss among our troops was bein' pretty heavily felt by nearly everybody. Only people who'd washed up on shore yesterday were me, Angel, Buffy, Wes, Willow, Lorne, Gunn and fucking Harmony. Harmony. Hell, we'd lost Connor and Kennedy but we Harmony survived. It just didn't seem fair.
Angel and Buffy were takin' Connor and Dawn's absences pretty hard and I didn't blame neither one of 'em. Personally I was more than convinced that Connor and Dawn were both dead but I couldn't tell whether they were holdin' onto any hopes though. If they were I didn't wanna be announcing to the group that I thought everybody else was dead. It was already hard enough. Thank God for Gunn though, he was the only thing that kept me sane yesterday. B and Soul Boy both freakin' out about Dawn and Connor, Wes freakin' out about Illyria being missing realized I was gonna have to take charge of the sitch real quick. Between me and Gunn we managed to get everyone situated on findin' food and fuel for fire, not to mention salvage what little we could from the plane wreckage.
Guess the biggest surprise of all was when Angel walked out into the sunlight. B's eyes got so big I thought they were gonna bug right out of her head but she kept her cool. Some kinda miracle I guess, Angel bein' able to walk in the sun. He didn't seem like he thought it was a miracle though and that was why I got it in my head that he knew something I didn't.
We'd worked all morning too, after gettin' only a few hours of sleep. No clue how long we were gonna be here for but if we were gonna survive we needed to get together at least a few things. Just needed a break from everybody and all of...this. A few hours ago we were strategizing how to take down Wolfram and Hart for good and now we were trapped on an island in the middle of nowhere. I climbed up on top of one of the sand dunes where I could be alone for a little while and light up a stoke.
Grabbin' my pack of Marlboros out of the back pocket of my jeans I frowned when I opened up the box and saw that I only had about ten more left. After that? No more smokes unless we were gonna get rescued real quick. Guess I just had to make sure that I really enjoyed it. Puttin' the smokes back in my pocket I sat down on the beach and lit up my cigarette, inhalin' the smoke like it was gonna be my last one ever. Well, ninth from last anyway. Close enough.
This whole thing had been really hard on everyone. As much as Angel was happy he could be out in the sun he was still angsting about Connor and not being in L.A. to deal with the Senior Partners. B was tryin' to play it off like she usually did but she was hurtin' too and makin' it wicked obvious. Wes seemed all but batshit insane all day yesterday and Harmony wouldn't stop talking about how the sun was gonna effect her natural hair color. Lorne just flat out panicked, started freakin' out like nobody's business. The only one who was holdin' it together was me and Gunn and I didn't even know how much longer I could keep it up. Yesterday afternoon I woke up on the beach screamin' my head off and now I was the one holdin' everything together. Who'd have thought it?
With a sigh I glanced out into the waves cresting gently onto the beach and rolling back out again.
I almost smirked a little bit when I zipped up my duffel bag. No matter how much had changed in my life in the last few years I still traveled with the same ratty duffel bag I'd first left Southie in. Guess the more things change the more they stay the same.
"Where's your stuff?" I called out to Robin who was in the hallway just outside our bedroom in Rome. Lookin' around the room I didn't see anything packed 'cept for my duffel bag.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on my boots, was lacin' one up when Robin caught my eye loungin' in the doorway.
"I'm not coming." He said casually, like I should expect that answer from him or something.
"What? What do you mean?" I frowned, finishing up with my boots and standin' up. "C'mon, the flight leaves in an hour we gotta get to the airport."
"Faith," He said slowly, taking a few tentative steps towards me and that was when I saw it in his eyes. He wasn't coming. "I'm not coming with you to L.A. In fact, I plan on being in London by the time you get back."
"London?"
"I've been talking to Giles about reassignment."
"What? What are you talkin' about reassignment? I don't wanna go back to London yo. That place's got nothin' but books and snobby stuck up people and so much tea you could fucking drown in it-"
"Alone. Faith, I'm going to London alone."
"Oh." My frown deepened as I suddenly realized that I was gettin' dumped. Just like that, out of fucking nowhere! Thought I was doin' a pretty good job with this whole relationship gig, 'specially considering I'd never actually had one before Robin. "I thought that we ummm..." I took a step back away from him, not really focusing on him or the floor or the wall. Just...was I really gettin' dumped? "I thought that things were...good. They weren't good?"
"It's not that things haven't been good, Faith. It's just...they haven't been anything. Not in a really long time. I know that you said you wanted to give this thing between us a shot but you were never really here. You haven't been here in months and I've spent all this time wondering where it is you go in there." He said quietly, one hand reaching out to brush a strand of dark hair behind my ear.
"What are you talkin' about? I've been here, haven't I? Been good, haven't been out playin' around. Come home to you every single fucking night. What do you want from me?" I lashed back out at him, takin' a quick step away from him again.
"More. I want more from you, Faith."
I clenched my jaw, quickly hardening my features because I didn't want him to see this. Not him, not now. Maybe I was only proving his point but he was dumping me.
"Fine." I said in a low tense voice. "Have fun in London. See ya."
With that I had my duffel in my bag and was brushin' past him angrily towards the door. I had a plane to catch.
I took the last drag of my cigarette and frowned at it again, the cherry lit all the way down to the filter now. Nine more to go and then I was gonna be forced to quit. With a sigh I ground out the ash in the sand before I heard footsteps approaching. Tilting my chin up in the sun I was almost surprised for a sec that it was Angel. Then I remembered he was just the vampire I wanted to see.
"Hey, how do you feel about takin' a walk through the jungle?" I asked him as he sat down next to me on the sand.