Buffy shot a gaze at Spike that wasn't all friendly as he headed out back. For him to say something like that to Xander was unacceptable. They'd fought side by side on more than a few occasions, yet they still treated each other like shit. Wasn't it about time they laid off the bickering? Put things behind them
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Faith just sort of stood there, taking in the sights. There was Xander, patchless and brown. Buffy'd gone over to the dark side… of haircolor. And she coulda sworn she saw Spike in the kitchen, heading for the backdoor.
Faith wondered if the Hellmouth had made any other dead men walking. But other than Spike, if she'd really seen him, everything else seemed practically unchanged.
Faith smirked at Buffy, "Gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to go to the dark side. Love the hair by the way, but I just thought I'd see what you've been up to… Find out who owns that ugly pink car out front… offer extra rooms to anyone who needs them." Faith grinned, "Did I tell you I own an estate now?" She fished the keys out of her pocket and gestured to the wildly expensive black car parked behind the Cadillac. "Not bad huh?"
She looked to Xander and Buffy with a grin, "So what'd you do on your year off?"
Buffy looked over to the car that Faith had, what? Stolen? Owning an estate didn't seem Faith's kind of thing. Where'd she get the money?
She turned slightly, put her focus on the Cadillac. It reminded her of Spike, which in turn reminded her of Angel and Cordy. She swallowed, eyeing Xander. He didn't know about her. And now? Didn't seem the most fitting time to tell him. Buffy licked her top lip and looked back at Faith. "Thanks," she said, forcing a smile to the hair comment.
She coughed slightly, covered her mouth. "Wait. Did you just say you own an estate? How the hell did that happen?" The sun caught on the black vehicle and she was forced to look at it again, taking in its smooth curves. It really was a fine vehicle.
She considered answering her final question regarding her year off, but decided against it. "You answer first," she suggested, folding her arms and stepping out onto the porch.
Faith wondered what Buffy was thinking about… probably something horrible that'd happened in the past year no doubt. Being a Slayer meant horrible things happened all the time. She watched Buffy eye Xander… something horrible involving Xander… he seemed fine. New eye and all. She grinned when Buffy eyed her car again. Nice to have something other people wanted for a change.
"Inherited it actually…" Faith said avoiding the topic mostly, "I have bodyguards and a butler and everything… Not to mention this killer garage full of wicked cars. Like that one." Faith gestured vaguely towards the black car. "I was thinking I should check it out later. Wondered if you'd seen the Wicca around yet. Figured maybe she could check for anything out of the ordinary… cause you never know right?"
Faith leaned against the porch railing, "So, what about you?"
Spike was all ready to go when he turned around and no one was there. He frowned a little bit, wondering what had distracted everybody. Which was when he smelled it, and then heard a voice. Yet another Scooby had arrived. The one they liked even less then him...sometimes.
He sighed and almost stomped into the room. "Are we going yet?" He saw Faith, acted as if he didn't know she was there. "Eh, hello." He waved with the hand holding the blanket, but then frowned when he realized it was impossible. When she looked at him, more then a little surprised that he was there, he sighed.
"Yea, Yea...I'm not a pile of ash. Ya know, I got over this months ago." He gestured towards the exit. "We goin already or what? He moved a little further, as close to the outdoors as he could get. He grinned at Faith. "Could always drive, if ya needed me to."
Faith grinned as Xander waved to her, at least she wasn't going to be getting the cold shoulder from everyone. Faith grinned wider at Xander's expression of childlike awe. She vaguely remembered that feeling
( ... )
Buffy drifted out of the conersation momentarily and took in her surroundings. The bizareness of it was slightly overwhelming. Spike chatting to Faith, Xander back with glass eye in tow, Faith's new riches. It was extreme, to say the least. Then there was the rebuilt Sunnydale...which just added to the weirdness.
She swallowed, caught the end of Faith's conversation. Glancing at Spike to be sure he had his blanket, Buffy then walked towards the car and crawled into the back seat, breathing in the fresh smell of leather.
Once everyone was inside the monster of a car, she spoke up their location. "Restfield cemetery, thank you, driver," her voice a mock accent of someone with a broom up their arse.
Spike opened his mouth up to protest a bit. Something about how if the one eyed man was going to be driving, Spike would much rather walk. Then he pictured the look Buffy had probably just given him for what he had said earlier. He buttoned his lip and figured to let things be. Although he doubted he was going to be able to drive on the way home like promised.
He tossed the blanket over his head and nodded at Buffy as he dashed out the car and to the backseat. As they started to drive he looked out the window a bit from the back seat, the bright light shining towards him. "I think I'll stick to the back seat on the ride home."
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Faith wondered if the Hellmouth had made any other dead men walking. But other than Spike, if she'd really seen him, everything else seemed practically unchanged.
Faith smirked at Buffy, "Gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to go to the dark side. Love the hair by the way, but I just thought I'd see what you've been up to… Find out who owns that ugly pink car out front… offer extra rooms to anyone who needs them." Faith grinned, "Did I tell you I own an estate now?" She fished the keys out of her pocket and gestured to the wildly expensive black car parked behind the Cadillac. "Not bad huh?"
She looked to Xander and Buffy with a grin, "So what'd you do on your year off?"
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She turned slightly, put her focus on the Cadillac. It reminded her of Spike, which in turn reminded her of Angel and Cordy. She swallowed, eyeing Xander. He didn't know about her. And now? Didn't seem the most fitting time to tell him. Buffy licked her top lip and looked back at Faith. "Thanks," she said, forcing a smile to the hair comment.
She coughed slightly, covered her mouth. "Wait. Did you just say you own an estate? How the hell did that happen?" The sun caught on the black vehicle and she was forced to look at it again, taking in its smooth curves. It really was a fine vehicle.
She considered answering her final question regarding her year off, but decided against it. "You answer first," she suggested, folding her arms and stepping out onto the porch.
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"Inherited it actually…" Faith said avoiding the topic mostly, "I have bodyguards and a butler and everything… Not to mention this killer garage full of wicked cars. Like that one." Faith gestured vaguely towards the black car. "I was thinking I should check it out later. Wondered if you'd seen the Wicca around yet. Figured maybe she could check for anything out of the ordinary… cause you never know right?"
Faith leaned against the porch railing, "So, what about you?"
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He sighed and almost stomped into the room. "Are we going yet?" He saw Faith, acted as if he didn't know she was there. "Eh, hello." He waved with the hand holding the blanket, but then frowned when he realized it was impossible. When she looked at him, more then a little surprised that he was there, he sighed.
"Yea, Yea...I'm not a pile of ash. Ya know, I got over this months ago." He gestured towards the exit. "We goin already or what? He moved a little further, as close to the outdoors as he could get. He grinned at Faith. "Could always drive, if ya needed me to."
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She swallowed, caught the end of Faith's conversation. Glancing at Spike to be sure he had his blanket, Buffy then walked towards the car and crawled into the back seat, breathing in the fresh smell of leather.
Once everyone was inside the monster of a car, she spoke up their location. "Restfield cemetery, thank you, driver," her voice a mock accent of someone with a broom up their arse.
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He tossed the blanket over his head and nodded at Buffy as he dashed out the car and to the backseat. As they started to drive he looked out the window a bit from the back seat, the bright light shining towards him. "I think I'll stick to the back seat on the ride home."
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