Teaching Buffy to fire a gun had been one thing, teaching a group of teenage girls who'd probably rather spend their time reading a couple of magazines and talking about boys--though he had this misfortune of hearing a couple of them discuss the cuteness of him and Dean--was a completely different story. He tagged Bobby for a break, making his way around to the front of the farmhouse as he tucked his gun in the back waistband of his jeans
( ... )
"Sam." She'd heard the story, as much as she'd get, anyway, from Dawn.
Sam. Back from the dead like his beloved B. Didn't look different or anything, which made Faith wonder what she'd expected, exactly. A sign? One that said he'd recently died and been resurrected and wasn't going to relish hearing how a bunch of girls had died on her watch.
You okay?
"Five by five," she lied shakily, letting him take the bag from her.
Hell, where'd she start?
Red? The ambush? The zombies that'd seemed to come from fucking nowhere?
What the hell happened?
"Dunno," she murmured, and this was not a lie, because she honestly didn't. She hadn't even seen where they'd come from but one minute Vi had screamed and something fucking wet had hit her face and the next there were fucking zombies. Everywhere
( ... )
He knew that was Faith's way of saying she was okay, but even he knew that right now, that was nothing more than a lie. She was far from okay from the looks of it, but he would let her live in that lie if it made her feel better.
They were fucking everywhere, Sam.
He didn't need her to clarify who they were, and honesty, she didn't need to finish her story because he knew from that point on where the story was gonna go, how everything was gonna end.
Nasty, bloody, and went a bunch of girls and Buffy's best friend dead.
I couldn't do anything."Damn." He rubbed a hand across his face, trying to imagine how the others would respond to the news. This situation wasn't exactly a morale booster, and if there was one thing they all needed, it was the hope that maybe they could win this thing
( ... )
Faith's gaze snapped up to his. "Doesn't really make me feel better, Dead Boy." Because her 'everything she could' had included fighting off the zombie that had its teeth latched onto her arm and by the time she'd done that?
The rest had been dead. She'd been unprepared; figured they'd been safe in a Magic Shop where Red was looking up spells. And she'd survived. Only just.
You want help to the house or are you gonna punch me if I try?"I can walk," said Faith deadpan, clutching the shotgun that little bit tighter. She'd known he was gonna try and help - it was in the guy's nature to do so and Faith figured she didn't paint the prettiest of pictures. "B in there
( ... )
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Sam. Back from the dead like his beloved B. Didn't look different or anything, which made Faith wonder what she'd expected, exactly. A sign? One that said he'd recently died and been resurrected and wasn't going to relish hearing how a bunch of girls had died on her watch.
You okay?
"Five by five," she lied shakily, letting him take the bag from her.
Hell, where'd she start?
Red? The ambush? The zombies that'd seemed to come from fucking nowhere?
What the hell happened?
"Dunno," she murmured, and this was not a lie, because she honestly didn't. She hadn't even seen where they'd come from but one minute Vi had screamed and something fucking wet had hit her face and the next there were fucking zombies. Everywhere ( ... )
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He knew that was Faith's way of saying she was okay, but even he knew that right now, that was nothing more than a lie. She was far from okay from the looks of it, but he would let her live in that lie if it made her feel better.
They were fucking everywhere, Sam.
He didn't need her to clarify who they were, and honesty, she didn't need to finish her story because he knew from that point on where the story was gonna go, how everything was gonna end.
Nasty, bloody, and went a bunch of girls and Buffy's best friend dead.
I couldn't do anything."Damn." He rubbed a hand across his face, trying to imagine how the others would respond to the news. This situation wasn't exactly a morale booster, and if there was one thing they all needed, it was the hope that maybe they could win this thing ( ... )
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Faith's gaze snapped up to his. "Doesn't really make me feel better, Dead Boy." Because her 'everything she could' had included fighting off the zombie that had its teeth latched onto her arm and by the time she'd done that?
The rest had been dead. She'd been unprepared; figured they'd been safe in a Magic Shop where Red was looking up spells. And she'd survived. Only just.
You want help to the house or are you gonna punch me if I try?"I can walk," said Faith deadpan, clutching the shotgun that little bit tighter. She'd known he was gonna try and help - it was in the guy's nature to do so and Faith figured she didn't paint the prettiest of pictures. "B in there ( ... )
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