Title: Come To Play
Author: Starla
Email: starla@buffymail.com
Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except Gorlock, Alana, Adrian Townsend, and anyone else you don't recognize.
Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.
Author's Notes: It *will* be B/A I promise. I realise this part is a little depressing. Sorry. Season 4 did happen, Fish Boy did date Buffy, Angel went to LA, etc.
Spoilers: I dunno. Anything is possible, be warned.
Summary: 150 years after the Scooby Gang die, they return to Earth to help out the current Slayer and her Slayerettes.

Part 15


"And that's where we killed the evil java fairy..." Xander said, pointing to a shadowy corner of the basketball courts.

He led them around a corner and stopped short when he saw Faith standing thoughtfully over a dead boy, hands on her hips.

"Alana...." He said quietly, and she came to stand next to him, her eyes burning in anger.

"I know him." She replied. "Or...knew him."

He just stared at her, knowing that nothing he could say could make it ok.

"It's time for me to fight her." Alana said determinedly.

Xander shook his head. "Not yet." Faith gave one last look at the body, nudged it with her foot, and then turned and walked away.

"Let's follow her. See where she goes." Oz suggested.

Xander nodded, and they slunk off together, following the brunette at a safe distance.

Angel lay on his back, staring up at the high ceiling.

He kept waiting for something to go wrong. Waiting for him to lose his soul.

He knew that was what was bothering him.

He didn't deserve to feel this happy. To experience this level of peace.

But his soul wasn't going anywhere. Doyle had reassured him of that.

He smiled, rolling over onto his stomach and falling into a deep sleep.

Buffy sat in front of a burning fireplace, the dancing flames casting creepy shadows over the empty room.

She felt a presence behind her.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked, her voice cold and angry.

"I wanted to chat." Faith replied, strolling over and leaning against the mantlepiece.

"About?"

"I don't remember."

"I'm not in the mood for games, Faith."

"Lighten up, B." Faith said, cocking her head to the side. "You're too tense."

"I don't appreciate having my dreams manipulated." Buffy replied, glaring at her. "I was having a nice little fantasy involving Angel and chocolate mousse, and I really wanna get back to it."

Faith snickered. "That's always been your problem, B. Too many unfulfilled fantasies."

"I'll fulfill it. Just haven't had the chance yet."

"I believe you." Faith replied. "But I wanted to make arrangements for our final battle. Chicken or Fish?"

"You're insane."

"You ever doubted it?"

"On Occasion." Buffy replied, looking Faith squarely in the eye. "I think you just pretend to be off your rocker cos you're afraid."

Faith glared at her. "It's a nice though, B, but I don't do fear."

"Everyone has fears, Faith. You're just better at hiding yours than most people."

"Whatever you say, B." Faith said confidently. "So what do you think my fear is, B?"

Buffy studied her. "I'm still working on that one."

"Well, a ballpark estimate."

"Rejection. Getting close to people and then having them hurt you." She eyed Faith. "Something emotional like that."

"Wrong." Faith replied, but her smile had wavered.

She stared hard at Buffy. "'Til we meet again, B."




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