“I hurt so much when I was a kid, when I got called as a Slayer, something got twisted up inside. I mean, suddenly, I had all this power, and strength, and a real, dunno, purpose, I guess. And my Watcher, I thought she was gonna teach me things to make me a better person. Better killing machine, more like. So when I got to Sunnyd, I was a real mess, I just didn’t know it.”
“And Buffy…”
“B was…B. I get it now, but then, I just saw she was alive, and she was supposed to be dead, and I was supposed to be the Slayer. The Slayer, not one of two, and damn, not second string, either. I guess they tried, but it wasn’t the same. They were all a team, and there was Angel, and I was a horny teenager. Not gonna tell you all the times I dreamed about B, and Angel, and me. Sometimes I still do. They’re the best, but afterward, I gotta ride my hand for an hour to get it out of my head.
“Am I making you blush, Wes?”
“Not this time, Faith. Go on.”
“What, do you want to hear more about my dreams of Buffy? Or of Angel?”
“I’m sure I’d rather hear more about why you went to the Mayor’s side.”
“Oh, he was the only one who gave a damn, really. Offered protection, treated me like I mattered.”
“Faith, I know I was less than useful in Sunnydale, but it wasn’t a lack of caring.”
“It’s okay, Wes. I’m over that. I’m better now. You said so yourself, and the big guy, he’d say I’m pretty safe. Doesn’t do anything about my urges, though.”
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Date: 2014-02-13 12:31 am (UTC)“And Buffy…”
“B was…B. I get it now, but then, I just saw she was alive, and she was supposed to be dead, and I was supposed to be the Slayer. The Slayer, not one of two, and damn, not second string, either. I guess they tried, but it wasn’t the same. They were all a team, and there was Angel, and I was a horny teenager. Not gonna tell you all the times I dreamed about B, and Angel, and me. Sometimes I still do. They’re the best, but afterward, I gotta ride my hand for an hour to get it out of my head.
“Am I making you blush, Wes?”
“Not this time, Faith. Go on.”
“What, do you want to hear more about my dreams of Buffy? Or of Angel?”
“I’m sure I’d rather hear more about why you went to the Mayor’s side.”
“Oh, he was the only one who gave a damn, really. Offered protection, treated me like I mattered.”
“Faith, I know I was less than useful in Sunnydale, but it wasn’t a lack of caring.”
“It’s okay, Wes. I’m over that. I’m better now. You said so yourself, and the big guy, he’d say I’m pretty safe. Doesn’t do anything about my urges, though.”
“Ah, I see. And what would help you with that?”
“Are you offering, Wes?”
“Faith, I thought you’d never ask.”