Chapter 9

 

Tara nibbles on her bottom lip as she paces back and forth, looking at the phone.

 

Dianna sighs quietly as she looks at her nervous daughter.  When Buffy had dropped Tara off last night before continuing to her house, there had been some serious tension coming from both girls.  When Tara had explained everything that happened at the Bronze, Dianna had been surprised at Buffy’s obvious jealousness over the other slayer.  Though Tara had been confused as to why Buffy was acting that way towards Faith.  Silently sending up a prayer to the Goddess that Buffy and Tara will eventually work through their issues. 

 

“Do you think she’s going to call?”  Tara hesitantly questions, her eyes worried.  Knowing from what she’d felt coming from Faith the night before that the woman needs friends and someone to talk to in the worse way.

                 

“Baby girl, you have to give her a chance.  If she’s hurting that badly, she isn’t going to trust easily.”  Dianna points out quietly.

 

“I understand that, mama.  I just want her to call.  She can’t trust if she doesn’t talk to us and get to know us.”  Tara sighs quietly as she finally sits down on the sofa.  “She’s so full of pain and anger, mama.  She needs someone that’ll be there for her.  She’s all alone.  And I want your opinion of what you think.”

 

“Okay, sweetie.”  Dianna sighs softly and settles down beside Tara, wrapping her arm gently around her daughter’s shoulders, hugging her gently. 

 

“Did you and Mrs. Summers have a nice time last night?”  Tara relaxes into her mom’s arms, closing her eyes as she feels the love being sent to her from her mother.

 

“Yes, we did.  She’s getting antsy about telling Buffy about us.”  Dianna admits, stroking her fingers through her daughter’s blonde hair. 

 

“She’s afraid of how Buffy will react.”  Tara knows how Mrs. Summers feels.  Jumping slightly when the phone rings, she looks nervously at her mother before hurrying over to the item.  “Hello?”  Tara answers softly.

 

***

 

Faith paces back and forth after she finishes the half sandwich she’d snatched out of a trash bin before it had gotten covered over with nasty odds and ends.  Looking at the phone on the nightstand beside the bed, Faith pulls out the slip of paper staring at the number for probably the hundredth time.  She was only paid up through tonight at this rundown fleabag hotel, and needing to do something soon to make some cash, already knowing she won’t be able to live on the streets here on the Hellmouth. 

 

Rubbing her belly as it growls it’s displeasure at the meager amount of food, Faith slowly makes her way to the phone.  Hesitating for a few moments, she drops her head and closes her eyes as she remembers the softly stuttered offer for dinner.  Taking a deep breath and opening her eyes, she picks up the phone and punches in the number she’d memorized.  Not expecting much, she’d been disappointed so many times in her life, she figures she hasn’t anything to lose.  Hearing the softly spoken hello coming across the phone, Faith smiles.  “Hey.  I was kinda wonderin’ if the offer for dinner was good?” 

 

Tara smiles brightly at the huskily asked words.  “Yes.  P-please, you’re w-welcome to come here for d-dinner.”  Tara looks questioningly at her mom.

 

“She can come over anytime she wants.  If she wants to now, I’ll fix something for you two to snack on before working on something for dinner.”  Dianna offers, smiling at the sight of her happy daughter.

 

“Mama said y-you could c-come now, if you want.”  Tara offers, before telling Faith their address.

 

“Yeah, I might do that.”  Faith writes down the address quickly, and the directions on how to get to their house.  “Do I need ta’ bring anythin’?”

 

“Just y-yourself.”  Tara relaxes at the slayer’s words.  “Is th-there a-anything you d-don’t like?  Or m-maybe r-really like?”

 

Faith chuckles softly before answering.  “I’ll eat ‘bout anythin’.”  Faith admits looking at the trash can with the partial wrapper the sandwich she’d snagged had been in.

 

“Please c-come a-anytime, Faith.”  Tara plucks nervously at her shirt.

 

“I’ll be there in a bit, Blondie.  Thanks.”  Faith hangs up after she hears a softly spoken goodbye from Tara.  Running a hand through her hair, Faith sighs heavily.  “I’m only doin’ this for the free meal.”  Faith growls softly, but somehow the comment sounds more like she’s trying to convince herself instead of being a statement of fact.  Looking in the mirror at her tank top and leather pants, Faith shrugs.  “This is who I am.”  Grabbing her leather jacket that had seen better days, and one of the few things left over from her life in Boston along with a couple sets of clothes, Faith makes sure there’s stakes and her knife tucked away before grabbing the key to the motel room and the instructions to Tara’s house.  Making her way out of the room to walk across town towards the blonde’s home.

 

***

 

Tara helps her mom put the two roasts along with potatoes, carrots, celery and onions in the oven.  Having learned from Buffy that slayer’s had a serious bottomless pit.  “I’m going to pull out the Key Lime pie from the refrigerator to thaw out, mama.”

 

“That’s fine, you might want to go ahead and throw together a couple of sub sandwiches for Faith to eat.  With you mentioning her eating almost half the cake herself last night, I have a feeling she may not be getting enough food.”  Dianna admits quietly as she washes up the dishes they’d dirtied so far. 

 

“Either that or she has a serious sweet tooth.”  Tara grins crookedly at her mom.  Turning back to the refrigerator, Tara starts pulling out all the different lunchmeats, cheeses, mayonnaise, lettuce and tomatoes.  Hearing a loud knock on the front door, Tara wipes her hands nervously over her skirt. 

 

“Want me to get it, baby girl?”  Dianna questions softly, feeling her daughter’s apprehension. 

 

“No.  I’ll g-get it, Mama.”  Tara whispers before hurrying to the front door, opening it to smile nervously at the dark-haired slayer.  “Did you h-have any t-trouble finding us?”  Tara shifts from the open door to allow Faith in.

 

“Nah.  You gave good directions, Blondie.”  Faith looks around the small house. 

 

“I was just f-fixing a couple sub sandwiches for you for l-lunch, since Mama and I ate a little before you called.”  Tara offers, smiling shyly.  “You c-can t-tell me if there’s anything you d-don’t want on them.”  Tara waves towards the kitchen before leading the way.

 

Faith grunts quietly watching the blonde in surprise, before following her.  “You ain’t gotta do anythin’ special for me.” 

 

“We d-don’t mind.”  Tara looks over her shoulder before entering the kitchen.  “Mama, this is Faith.  Faith th-this is my Mama, Dianna Maclay.”

 

Faith looks at the older version of Tara, seeing what the young woman will probably look like as she got older.  “Hey.” Faith nods nervously at the woman, before holding her hand out.

 

Dianna sees the flaring of the slayer’s aura, like her daughter mentioned.  So powerful and strong, yet filled with so much hurt, pain, anger and fear that it was almost blinding.  Gently shaking the woman’s hand, she smiles softly.  “Hello, Faith.  You’re welcome here, so please make yourself at home.” 

 

Faith shifts nervously, her luck with adults not the best in the world.  The one person she’d finally started to trust being torn apart in front of her eyes kinda made a person leery of being friends with one, even if it wasn’t for her other experiences with adults. 

 

“I h-have ham, turkey, r-roast beef, Colby, American, and Swiss cheese along with lettuce, tomatoes and m-mayonnaise for your s-sandwiches.  Is that okay?”  Tara nibbles on her lip as she looks at the young woman, her eyes hopeful.

 

Faith smiles at Tara, relaxing slightly at the sight of the obviously nervous blonde, but noticing her stuttering wasn’t near as bad as it was the night before.  “Yeah, that’s good, Blondie.  Anythin’ I can do to help?”

 

“You c-can get yourself s-something to drink, if you want.”  Tara motions to the refrigerator.  “There’s w-water, soda, tea and l-lemonade in there.” 

 

Faith licks her lips at the thought of lemonade, it having been years since she’s had some.  She watches as Tara’s mom pulls down a glass and hands it to her, smiling gently at her.  “Thanks, Mrs. M.”  Faith shifts to the refrigerator, filling her glass with ice out of the freezer before opening the refrigerator, groaning at the site of the obviously homemade lemonade.  Pulling it out, she fills the glass, drinking part of it down before refilling it again and putting the lemonade back in the refrigerator.  Licking her lips at the sweet, yet tangy concoction.  Turning back to watch as Tara piles two six inch sub rolls with all the items she’d mentioned.  Surprised at the sight of the thick sandwiches when Tara’s done, realizing that’s probably more than she’s eaten total in two weeks. Looking up at Tara, she sees the worry in her eyes as she makes contact with her.  Nodding her head at the sandwiches Faith smiles briefly at her.  “Thanks, Blondie.”

 

“You’re welcome.”  Tara relaxes more, cutting the two sandwiches in half before quickly putting the food back in the refrigerator.  “Regular, Bar-b-que or sour ream and onion chips?” 

 

Faith glances quickly at Tara’s mom, but seeing no censure she shrugs her shoulders.  “Bar-b-que, I guess.” 

 

Tara grabs the large bag of chips and the plate, carrying them to the table, setting them down. 

 

“Honey, I need to pick up a couple more things at the store.  I’ll be back in a little while, okay?”  Dianna smiles at her daughter.

 

“Okay, mama.  B-be careful.”  Tara hugs her mom as she leaves the kitchen.  “Is it o-okay if I s-sit here while you eat?” 

 

Faith shakes her head in disbelief as she settles down in the chair.  “Why are ya’ being nice to me, Blondie?”

 

“Why wouldn’t I?”  Tara whispers in shock, her eyes huge as she stares at the woman.

 

Faith shrugs as she opens the bag of chips, dumping a nice pile of them on top of her plate and sandwiches before picking up half a sandwich, looking at Tara before commenting softly.  “I wasn’t exactly the nicest to ya’ last night.  And I know I scared ya’.”

 

Tara looks down and plays with the edge of the chip bag.  “You weren’t bad, Faith.”  Tara whispers.  “It ain’t y-your fault that I was s-scared.”

 

“Yeah it was.  You might be more skittish than most people, but I was the one that pushed ya’.”  Faith takes another bite of the sandwich watching the blonde intently.  “Ya’ can tell me it ain’t none of my business, but I get the feelin’ your life ain’t been the best.”

 

Tara shakes her head and looks up at Faith.  “No, it hasn’t.  B-but I h-have a f-feeling it was p-probably better than the l-life you’ve b-been dealt.”  Tara whispers softly, her eyes watching Faith, seeing the woman flinch slightly at her words.

 

Faith sets the sandwich down, staring intently into Tara’s blue eyes.  “You look at me, and I get the urge to fuckin’ tell ya’ everythin’.  Why is that?”  Faith growls angrily.

 

Tara bites nervously on her bottom lip, but keeps eye contact with Faith.  “I d-don’t know, Faith.  B-but if you w-want to talk…”  Tara takes a deep, shuddering breath before continuing a few moments later.  “I’d l-like to be th-there for you.”  Tara finally finishes.  “I think mama and I are p-probably the only ones out of our g-group that would h-have the s-slightest idea and understanding of what y-you may have gone through.” 

 

Faith sees the honesty in Tara’s eyes.  The genuine want to help with no conditions and nothing in it for her.  Surprised at the woman’s willingness to let her feelings and thoughts to be so openly displayed, Faith looks away, picking the sandwich back up and taking a vicious bite of it.  Chewing quickly, Faith takes her time and grabs the lemonade sipping on it while thinking about the woman.  “Maybe.”  Faith finally offers the slight glimmer of possibility.

 

Tara relaxes slightly, feeling she’s given the slayer something to think about, and the opening to come to her when she’s ready.  Not willing to push it and make the woman run the other way, Tara tilts her head at the woman.  “I p-picked up a couple movies to watch.  Hopefully y-you’ll like one of them.”

 

Faith settles back into the chair, popping a potato chip in her mouth watching the blonde curiously.  “What kind did ya’ get?”

 

Tara grins crookedly at the slayer.  “A chick flick, one of those slasher movies and an action movie.”

 

Faith feels her lips curling up into an answering smile, relaxing even more as she doesn’t hear any stutters coming from Tara that time.  “A slasher movie, when we’re on the Hellmouth?”

 

“Yes.”  Tara giggles at the incredulous note in the slayer’s tones.  “After seeing some of the things here, the horror flicks don’t make me that scared anymore.” 

 

“Wait!!  You go out and deal with the nasties?”  Faith frowns, leaning forward as she looks intently at Tara.  “You could get hurt, it ain’t just for anybody to be out there, ya’ know.”

 

Tara grins crookedly at Faith, feeling her heart warm towards the slayer at her obvious worry.  Glad that the woman can be made to care about something, afraid from the woman’s aura that she’d decided to say screw it to everything and everyone.  “I can take care of myself, Faith.  B-but thank you for the worry.”

 

Faith furrows her brows as she stares at the blonde, looking over the feminine features and soft body.  “I don’t see it.”  Faith growls lowly shaking her head. 

 

Tara giggles and covers her mouth.  “Maybe as a show of trust between both of us, w-we could go out on p-patrol together after dinner?” 

 

Faith stiffens slightly at the thought of the woman going with her.  “No.  I ain’t gonna be responsible for you gettin’ hurt.”  Her eyes flashing angrily at the thought.

 

“Faith…”  Tara unconsciously reaches for the slayer’s hand that’s clenched on the table, when the slayer jerks it away from her as she barely touches her, Tara whimpers quietly and shrinks away from the slayer at the quick, violent gesture.

 

“Fuck!”  Faith hisses and tries to relax.  “Look Blondie it ain’t nothin’ against you, but I ain’t much of a touchy-feely person.  Don’t take it personal, and I’ll try and curb my normal reactions, ‘kay?”

 

“O-o-okay.”  Tara crosses her arms over her chest and looks down at the table.  “I’m a Wiccan, F-faith.  I c-can d-do m-magic.  R-real m-magic, n-not rabbit out of the h-hat stuff.”  Tara explains simply.

 

Faith rubs a hand roughly over the back of her neck as Tara stutters badly again, knowing her reaction set the blonde off.  Setting her hand down on the table, she scoots it slowly closer towards Tara.  “Truce, Blondie?  I’ll try and not jerk away from ya’.  I don’t like hearin’ ya’ stutter.  I’ve done figgered out it’s because you’re either scared or don’t know the person.  You started to relax with me, and it was goin’ away.  Don’t let me fuck it up.”  Faith wiggles her fingers at the blonde while watching her intently. 

 

Tara looks from the slayer’s hand, slowly raising her head to look at Faith, seeing the silent begging in her eyes.  Slowly nodding her head, Tara unwraps her arms from around her and eases her hand in Faith’s.  Surprised when Faith gently clasps it while putting her hand over top of hers and patting it softly. 

 

“Thank you.”  Faith whispers, relaxing slightly as a small smile finally crosses Tara’s face as she looks at her.  Squeezing her hand gently, Faith finally eases it away from Tara, picking up another part of her sandwich.  “Your mom won’t freak with ya’ going out on patrol with me?”

 

“No.”  Tara shakes her head and relaxes a little more at the slayer’s roundabout way of saying she can go on patrol with her.  “I actually g-go on patrol with Buffy two or three nights a week when Angel d-doesn’t go with her.”

 

Faith looks curiously at the blonde as her tones seem to become cold when mentioning this Angel person.  “So, who’s this Angel chick?  Your competition?”

 

Tara blushes darkly and looks away, shaking her head.  “There is n-no competition.  She’s in l-love with him.  And Angel is a 240 year old vampire with a soul.  I’m just a f-friend.”  Tara whispers the last, taking a deep breath.

 

Faith stares in shock at the blonde, letting her words sink into her brain.  Silently wondering what kind of sick soap opera she’s landed in.  “Sounds fucked up to me.  I thought we were supposed to stake the bastards, not fuck ‘em.”  Faith states bluntly, working on the last of her sandwiches. 

 

Tara pales at the thought of Buffy and Angel doing that.  “So not a good idea.”  Tara whispers softly, her eyes shadowed.  “They aren’t to that point.”  Tara adds looking quickly at Faith before standing.  “Let me get you s-some more l-lemonade.”  Tara grabs the empty glass and hurries to the refrigerator.

 

Faith shifts her head to watch Tara while popping a couple chips in her mouth and chewing them contemplatively.  Deciding not to bring up the other slayer anymore, unless Tara does first, Faith considers the blonde and how much to trust her with what’s happened in her life.  Being a firm believer in the fact that knowledge is power, Faith isn’t real giving of her personal details.  But something about the woman makes her want to trust her.  She doesn’t know if it’s the like spirit she sees in the woman’s eyes, or the openness of the woman, even with what she’d obviously been through herself. 

 

“Here you go.”  Tara smiles nervously as she sets the glass down by Faith’s plate.  “Would y-you like some more?”  Tara points to the empty plate, nothing but a few chips and crumbs left on it.

 

Faith licks her lips and looks at the plate, before slowly shaking her head.  “Nah.  I’m good, Blondie.  Thanks for the food.”

 

“You’re w-welcome.”  Tara blushes lightly at the smile she gets from Faith.  “Do you want me to take your plate?”  Tara questions curious after Faith finishes the last couple chips. 

 

“I can get it.”  Faith stands, grabbing the bag of chips, folding the end over tightly before grabbing her plate to put in the sink and placing the bag of chips back in the pantry Tara had pulled it out of. 

 

Tara works on rinsing the dishes that had been used, placing them in the dishwasher, looking curiously up at the slayer as she leans against the counter beside her. 

 

“So, obviously you, your ma, Red, Boytoy and watcher dude know about slayers and things that go bump.  Anybody else?”  Faith questions curiously. 

 

“A couple more.”  Tara nods her head.  “Ms. Calendar, a teacher at the school knows.  Buffy’s m-mom knows.  There’s a couple other p-people at school that I think know, but th-they are still in d-denial.”  Tara shrugs at the thought. 

 

Faith grunts quietly at the thought.  Reaching for the washcloth, Faith walks over to the table and wipes it down quickly, throwing the crumbs in the trash can before walking back over to the sink to rinse the cloth out, before draping it back over the middle of the sink.  “What all can ya’ do?”

 

Tara looks questioningly at the slayer.  “Magic wise?”

 

“Yeah.”  Faith nods, following Tara out of the kitchen as she heads towards the living room.  Sitting down at the opposite end of the couch as Tara turns towards her, tucking her legs under her while playing with her long skirt. 

 

Tara shrugs and leans into the back of the couch, watching Faith.  “A lot of things.  But what usually comes in m-most handy on p-patrol is my being able to throw f-fire balls, dusting the vampires, along with levitating stakes and putting up p-protective barriers around me and whomever I’m with.”

 

Faith blinks in surprise at the woman, not expecting the woman to be able to actually do much.  “Huh.”

 

Tara giggles slightly at the surprised look on Faith’s face.  “I c-can do a lot more, but that comes in handy the most.” 

 

“I’ll give ya’ a chance to prove it to me tonight.”  Faith finally gives in completely, surprised at the absolutely beautiful, full smile that comes across Tara’s face.  Shaking her head at the thought that the other slayer is a fucking idiot for not seeing what she could have.  “So, what’cha wanna watch first?”

 

Tara laughs and eases from the couch, remembering the glimmer in the woman’s eyes when she’d mentioned the action movie.  Quickly placing it in the DVD player, Tara grabs the remote, tossing it to Faith before heading towards the kitchen.  “Do you l-like lots of butter on your popcorn?”

 

“Fuck yeah.  Clog my arteries up, ain’t like they’ll have a chance to kill me.”  Faith watches the previews on the television as she hears the quiet whimper coming from the kitchen at her words.  Closing her eyes at her insensitivity, Faith takes a deep breath and mentally makes a note to be more careful of what she says and does around Tara.

 

***

 

Chapter 10

 

Faith snorts at the sight of the vampire’s confusion as he keeps hitting the barrier around her and Tara.  “So, ya’ can do this one that sorta just absorbs the blows, the other one that makes it feel like he’s hittin’ concrete, and another one that wraps around ‘em like jell-o?”

 

“Yep.”  Tara grins crookedly at the look on Faith’s face. 

 

“Sweet!”  Faith nods her head before pulling her stake and staking the vampire.  “How cool is that?  I even get ta’ stake him through the barrier.  You’re kinda handy to have around.  But I still like to grapple and fight with ‘em on a more personal basis.”  Faith admits, feeling that slight little tingle disappear, realizing now that it’s where Tara ended her spell.  After the second time, Faith realized what was causing her senses to tingle. 

 

“I figured as much.”  Tara chuckles as they start to walk around town again. 

 

“I need to get a couple more stakes, do ya’ mind my stopping at my room and grabbing them?”  Faith looks at her last stake before glancing at Tara.  “It’s only a couple blocks away.”

 

“That’s fine, Faith.”  Tara tries to keep from frowning, seeing what part of town they’re in.  Realizing Faith has to be staying at the sleazebag hotel off Second Street.  When her mama had come home, and talked quite a bit with the slayer, she’d offered for the young woman to come over for dinner whenever she wanted.  Then when Faith had headed out the door with Tara about ready to follow her, her mama had whispered that if it looked like Faith wasn’t living well that she could offer for her to stay with them.  Sighing quietly, not knowing if the slayer will take her up on the offer, she follows her up the stairs to the motel room.  Knowing this was one of the hotels that was used more for pay by the hour, and was extremely cheap and rundown. 

 

“You’re welcome ta’ come in, if ya’ want.  I’ll only be a sec.”  Faith waves to the open door before hurrying in to grab the small bag she has her personal effects in and digs under the clothes to pull out her last two stakes. 

 

Tara looks at the trashy room, realizing from the looks of it, the only thing of Faith’s is the bag in her hands as she doesn’t see any clothes hanging in the open closet, or anything setting out on the dresser or nightstands.  Wrapping her arms around herself, Tara looks sadly at the slayer.

 

Faith glances up, a small grin on her face about ready to make a smart aleck comment when she sees the look on Tara’s face.  “What’s wrong?”

 

Tara nibbles on her bottom lip and slowly waves her hand around the room.  “Faith…”  Closing her eyes, Tara runs a hand through her hair.  “I’m afraid wh-what I’m g-going to s-say might p-piss you off, and I d-don’t want to d-do that.”  Tara whispers softly, opening her eyes to look at the dark-haired slayer sadly. 

 

Faith growls at hearing the stuttering, Tara having relaxed so much while they talked throughout the afternoon and patrolling that she only stuttered every couple sentences.  “Just say it, Tare-Bear.  I’ll try and not let it upset me.”  Faith offers quietly, having started calling Tara Tare-Bear when the blonde growled at the vampire that had tried to sneak up behind her while she was fighting two other vampires.  The blonde had went into protect mode and set fire to his ass while growling that no one hurt her friend.  Not wanting to admit it, but Faith realized at that moment, that she had a friend, and she’d probably do whatever she needs to, to protect her. 

 

Tara wraps her arms around herself and looks down at the stained and hole ridden carpet, her toe unconsciously poking at a hole.  “W-would you c-consider staying w-with us?  My mama will be okay with it.  You can have m-my bed until w-we get another t-twin bed.  It’ll f-fit in m-my room, if you d-don’t mind sharing.”  Tara hurriedly asks, her eyes lifting up after a few minutes of not hearing anything from Faith, surprised to see surprise and the unguarded look on the slayer’s face.  The want to belong somewhere, so obvious it makes her heart hurt at the sight.  “Please?”  Tara whispers.

 

Faith looks into serious blue eyes, before dropping her gaze to look at the motel room, comparing it to the small house Tara lives in.  The small but well cared for and clean house, with two people in it that actually seem to care for her also.  Not knowing what she’s done to deserve this major change of luck, unless it’s just karmic justice, Faith swallows hard.  “And give up all this?”  Faith waves her hand around at the room, slowly grinning at the blonde. 

 

Tara allows a nervous smile to cross her face and slowly nods her head.  “But I have to tell you, there’ll p-probably be s-some rules.”  Tara tightens her arms around herself.

 

Faith’s eyes narrow slightly on Tara and she tilts her head at the woman for her to continue.

 

“Mama will w-want you to p-pick up after yourself, and g-go to school.  Mr. G-giles will probably b-be willing to help us with cost of l-living expenses with f-feeding and c-clothing you.”  Tara smiles softly, slowly relaxing as she doesn’t see anything coming from the slayer that would indicate she would say an outright no. 

 

Faith stares at the woman for a few minutes, before looking down at the bag that holds almost all her worldly goods.  The only other things are a hair brush and toothbrush in the bathroom, along with deodorant and just a couple pieces of make-up.  “Why?”

 

“Because w-we want to b-be there for you.  And I c-could use a f-friend to t-talk to that understands.”  Tara whispers softly, the two women having touched very briefly on the fact that they’d been physically abused, though no details were really given on either side, both silently deciding to discuss it again at a later date. 

 

“Yeah, I get that.”  Faith twitches slightly at the thought, knowing her old watcher had wanted her to try and talk through some of her anger, pain and hatred.  She was under the thought that it would help her, but Faith wasn’t willing to open to the woman.  Glancing up at Tara and seeing the hopeful, innocent looking blue eyes watching her, finding it hard to believe that the woman had obviously been abused in her life and was able to keep her innocence.  But realizing that of everyone she’s been around the last few years after running away from home that this woman and her mother probably understand better than anyone else would. 

 

Tara shifts nervously as she watches the emotions crossing Faith’s face, the internal debate obvious even without the fluctuations of the woman’s aura.

 

“I don’t do windows.”  Faith growls deeply as she turns and heads to the bathroom, tossing her few items into the bag and zipping it closed.  Throwing it over her shoulder, she tosses the key to the motel on the bed and urges a shocked Tara out of the room.

 

Tara blinks in surprise, before a huge smile crosses her face at what this means.  “Thank you.”

 

“Odd you thankin’ me.”  Faith growls, shaking her head.  “I ain’t been in school for over three year’s, Tare-Bear.  I don’t know what’ll happen with that.”

 

“Mama will talk with Mr. Giles and see what needs to be done.  Maybe th-they’ll have some testing you could do and see what grade to place you in.  You p-probably won’t being going to school right away until they can get your records and we can get you some clothes.”  Tara relaxes more, sighing in relief that the woman wasn’t going to be on her own and would have her and her mama to talk to.  Already knowing from the way the two slayers acted towards each other, that they’ll be more likely to butt heads than become friends.

 

Faith rolls her eyes at the thought of this woman so quickly and easily sliding under her defenses.  Even her mother had made her feel relaxed and was able to get her to talk.  And for the first time in longer than she can remember, she feels almost happy and has a full stomach.  “Hope you two ain’t expectin’ a miracle with me.”

 

Tara gently bumps shoulders with the dark-haired slayer and shakes her head.  “We want to be your friends, and maybe, family.”  Tara explains softly, her eyes serious.  “I w-would like to have a sister, Faith.  Someone that’ll be there for me, like my b-brother sh-should have b-been.”  Tara eyes fill with pain at the thought of her brother, and in turn thinking about her father and how the two men were so much alike.

 

“Easy, girlfriend.”  Faith cautiously wraps an arm around Tara’s shoulders.  Not real good at giving comfort, and not too sure about how Tara will react, Faith breathes out a sigh of relief as Tara accepts the gesture.  “Looks like we got some talkin’ to do, huh?”

 

Tara nods, and hiccups slightly, brushing at her eyes that the tears had partially escaped.  Grinning crookedly at the slayer and reaching up with her hand to pat the hand on her shoulder.  “Thank you, Faith. I know th-this isn’t easy for you.”

 

“Yeah.”  Faith gently squeezes the shoulder before releasing Tara and starting to patrol again.  “You got school tomorrow ain’t ya?”

 

“Yes.  You can eat whatever you f-find in the house.  Mama works at the Gallery with Buffy’s mom, Mrs. Summers.  Mr. Giles would probably like for you to see him before too much time goes by.  He w-works as the librarian at the school.”  Tara explains, they had spoken somewhat about things, but hadn’t gotten into too much detail.  More like Faith had been feeling her and her mama out, to see if she could trust them this afternoon. 

 

“What’s he like?”  Faith turns to look at Tara as the blonde giggles quietly.

 

“Very proper, tweed-wearing Englishman.”  Tara grins crookedly, her eyes sparkling as she looks at the slayer.  “But he’s actually quite funny.  He gets in his own digs and comments that a lot of time flies over everyone’s heads.  You h-have to watch him and p-pay attention.  I know he isn’t as st-straight laced as he likes to act like he is.” 

 

Faith snorts at the thought.  “I’ll pay attention, see what’s the what.”  Faith looks around as she feels her senses picking up on some thing, or some things.  Two different feelings.  One that she normally gets when a demon is nearby but the other one is different.  Kind of like Tara’s when she’s casting, but a slightly stronger, different feel to it. 

 

Tara looks curiously at Faith as she sees the woman go on alert, her eyes searching out the darkness and checking behind them as they continue to go on patrol.  Finally seeing Buffy and Angel coming towards them, Tara feels more than hears the quiet groan coming from Faith.

 

“That the bloodsucker that’s hornin’ in on your woman?”  Faith growls softly in Tara’s ear, seeing B and the vamp coming towards them.

 

“Faith!”  Tara hisses, her eyes snapping to look at the slayer.

 

“Sorry!”  Faith raises her hands and tries to smile innocently at the woman.  “I know, I know.  Ain’t public knowledge, and you don’t want it to be.”

 

“Please.”  Tara begs her eyes worried.

 

“I hear ya’ Tare-Bear.”  Faith nods her head and turns back to look at the blonde slayer and the tall, dark, brooding vampire walking beside her.

 

“What are you doing out on patrol?”  Buffy questions roughly, her eyes narrowed on Tara. 

 

“She’s with me.”  Faith growls shifting closer to Tara protectively.  “Didn’t know she wasn’t allowed out.  She’s able to take care of herself and it ain’t like her ma don’t know where she’s at.”

 

Buffy snaps her head to stare at the dark-haired slayer, her eyes flashing with anger.  “She usually patrols with me.”

 

“Yeah, so?  Looks like ya’ got your own patrol buddy.”  Faith snarls at the vampire, her eyes taking him in and not liking what she’s seeing.  “Thought we were supposed to stake the blood-suckers, not be friends with ‘em.” 

 

Buffy snarls and takes a step towards Faith to be pulled to a stop by Angel.  Then her eyes open wide in shock as Tara steps between her and Faith.

 

“Buffy, please.”  Tara whispers, her eyes worried.  “I don’t understand why you d-don’t like Faith, but please g-give h-her a chance.  She’s b-been n-nothing but k-kind and h-honest all day t-today.”

 

“All day?”  Buffy’s eyes search Tara’s face, seeing the light blush coming across her normally pale cheeks, before she turns to look at the smirking slayer. 

 

“Yeah, Tare-Bear here invited me to spend the afternoon with her and Mrs. M.  We talked, and we’re… friends.”  Faith allows a genuine smile to cross her face at the word. 

 

“And Faith is g-going to be st-staying with us.”  Tara adds on softly, surprised at the paling of Buffy’s face at her words.

 

“She’s staying with you?”  Buffy takes a step back at the statement and the nod of agreement coming from Tara.  Feeling a surge of jealousy work its way through her, Buffy swallows not understanding her feelings. 

 

“Buffy, we should probably finish patrol.  You have school tomorrow.”  Angel narrows his gaze on the other two girls, seeing the anger in the narrowed gaze coming from the dark-haired slayer and the look of hurt, along with that damn indefinable expression the witch always seems to have when she looks at him, unconsciously snarling his lip slightly at her.

 

“We already hit downtown.”  Tara offers quietly, surprised to feel Faith actually stepping slightly closer to her.

 

“Good.  I guess I can walk with you two on the way back home, then.”  Buffy narrows her gaze even more on the slayer as she moves closer to Tara, fighting the urge to rip the woman away from Tara.  Turning her gaze to Angel, she’s surprised at the totally blank look on her boyfriend’s face.  Turning back to Tara and Faith, she nods her head.  “I’ll catch up with you.”

 

Tara nods and quickly walks away from Buffy and Angel, feeling Faith right beside her.

 

“I don’t like him.”  Faith growls softly under her breath as they make it over a block from the other two before slowing down and waiting.

 

“That makes two of us.”  Tara sighs quietly, turning to watch Buffy with the vampire.  Crossing her arms over her chest as Buffy shifts up to kiss him.  Clenching her jaw, Tara looks away from the painful sight. 

 

“Ya know, I could accidentally stake his ass one night while I’m out on patrol.”  Faith offers, a wicked grin crossing her face as Tara turns to look at her in shock.  “Just offerin’.” 

 

Tara shakes her head and rubs a hand over her face, part of her almost wanting to accept the slayer’s offer, but knowing the vampire has been a help to Buffy and the rest of the group, and with his having a soul, not something she can in good conscience endorse.  “No, Faith.  But thanks.”

 

Faith shrugs and quirks her eyebrow at Tara.  “You know she’s jealous, don’t ya’?” 

 

“Huh?”  Tara blinks in surprise at Faith, looking towards Buffy who’s standing and talking with Angel but has her gaze narrowed on them. 

 

Faith casually drapes an arm over Tara’s shoulder, smirking as Buffy stiffens even more, the look of anger on the slayer’s face obvious even from this distance.  “Tell me she ain’t jealous.” 

 

Tara stares at Faith for a few minutes at her casual touching before turning back to look at Buffy.  “She’s n-not jealous, Faith.  At l-least I don’t think she is.”

 

“Trust me, Tare-Bear.  She’s willin’ to come over here and rip my arm off my body and probably beat me ta’ death with it.”  Faith chuckles wickedly.  “What’cha think?  Should we fuck with her?”

 

“Faith, behave.”  Tara unconsciously smacks Faith gently in the stomach, surprised at the genuine burst of laughter coming from the slayer.

 

“You’ll do, Tare-Bear.  You’ll do.”  Faith squeezes Tara’s shoulder gently, liking the blonde even more as she opens up. 

 

***

 

Buffy practically ignores Angel as she keeps her eyes on Tara and Faith.  Her lip snarling as she sees the easy camaraderie between the two, staring in shock as Tara smacks Faith and the loud full laughter coming from the dark-haired slayer.  Practically vibrating with the anger and jealousy working their way through her body, she snaps her head to look at Angel as he growls softly.

 

“I’ll catch up with you tomorrow night.”  Angel finally states, fighting the urge to let his demon come to the front and take out the witch.  Buffy’s reaction to the blonde and the slayer slut cementing it in his mind that Buffy cares more for the witch than she’s telling him.  His demon fighting, wanting to kill his competition while taking his slayer and turn her so they can spend eternity together.  Fighting the feelings and desires flowing through him, Angel’s unaware of his eyes tingeing towards yellow as he looks at Buffy.  “Tomorrow.”  He practically snarls, leaning down and kissing her roughly before turning and striding away.

 

Buffy blinks in surprise at the anger and abrupt departure of Angel, her eyes following him for a few minutes until he’s completely out of sight.  Frowning at the feeling of disquiet she feels in regards to Angel, she turns and practically jogs towards Tara and Faith.

 

Faith growls softly as Buffy practically pushes her way between her and Tara.  Fighting the urge to smack the blonde slayer upside the head, Faith finally smirks, drops back a step and moves to the other side of Tara.

 

Buffy stares around Tara at the smirking slayer.  “So, what were you two up to today?”  Buffy finally questions, but looks at Tara intently.

 

“Nothing much.  We just ate d-dinner and watched some movies.”  Tara looks nervously at Buffy, hearing the slight coldness to her tone.  Also noticing that she has her feelings locked down tight, noticing in the past that Buffy usually put her slayer connection behind her wall while she was out on patrol, but usually some things would leak through. 

 

“And now you’re best friends and she’s going to live with you?”  Buffy stares hard at the dark-haired slayer.

 

“I ain’t gonna say best friends, but yeah, we’re friends and yeah I’m gonna live with Tare-Bear and her ma.  What’s it to you, B?”  Faith stares back at the slayer, unaware of the three women coming to a stop, 

 

Tara bites her lip and looks from Faith and Buffy who are both extremely tense and practically pushing against her from either side.  Lifting her hands she gently presses against both women’s upper chests, urging them to take a step back.  When they finally do, she breathes out a silent breath and rubs a hand over her forehead.  “Buffy, d-do you m-mind going d-down to the end of the n-next b-block for a moment, while I s-speak with Faith alone?”

 

Buffy looks intently into the somewhat scared blue eyes looking back at her, frowning as it sinks in that Tara’s stuttering horribly again.  Tara…”  Buffy steps closer to the blonde Wiccan.

 

“Please, B-b-buffy.”  Tara begs quietly.

 

Buffy clenches her jaw, Tara not normally stuttering over her name.  Nodding her head sharply, she spins and jogs away from the two women, the anger combating with the worry for top billing inside her. 

 

Tara watches Buffy for a few seconds before turning to a fidgeting Faith.  “Faith, I know y-you didn’t start it, but do you m-mind not t-trying to irritate matters?  Please?  I’ll work on Buffy.  She’s really a v-very nice person.  And I’m h-hoping one day you two can get along… even if you aren’t best friends, but m-maybe at least not at each others throats…”  Tara smiles slightly at Faith, hoping Faith will relax.

 

Faith sighs heavily, her eyes turning to look at Buffy before turning back towards Tara.  “She ain’t makin’ it easy, Tare.  But I’ll try and do better, and maybe ignore her comments and looks.”  Faith smiles softly at Tara.  “Ain’t promisin’, you understand.  But I’ll try.”

 

“That’s all I can ask.  Thank you, Faith.”  Tara impulsively places a quick brief kiss on Faith’s cheek before heading towards Buffy.

 

Faith blinks in surprise and reaches up to touch her cheek.  “Huh.  Don’t ever remember bein’ kissed without it havin’ to do with sex… and even then I usually don’t like that level of intimacy.”  Faith snorts at the thought, shaking her head as she watches Tara close the distance between her and Buffy. 

 

***

 

Chapter 11

 

Buffy watches as Tara and Faith talk, growling quietly as Faith smiles at Tara and almost jumps to rip the other slayer from her friend when Tara places a quick kiss on her cheek and comes towards her. 

 

Tara sighs quietly as she sees the anger on Buffy’s face, and her staring at Faith.  “Buffy…”  Tara starts quietly, stopping as Buffy turns her angry eyes on her.

 

Buffy unconsciously snarls at Tara when she hears her softly whisper her name.  When she sees Tara stop and a quick flash of fear cross her face, Buffy realizes what she’s doing and groans quietly.  Raising her hands she rubs them across her face and tries to calm down.  “She rubs me the wrong way, Tara.”  Buffy admits after a few minutes as she gets control of herself.

 

Tara swallows and slowly eases closer to the blonde slayer as she sees that she’s finally got control of her anger.  Watching shame and a slightly scared look cross Buffy’s face, Tara relaxes a little more.  “That’s k-kind of obvious.” 

 

Buffy blushes darkly and looks down, really not understanding why she doesn’t like the other slayer.  Just knowing that whenever Faith is near Tara, which has pretty much been from the moment that Faith’s been here, she wants to rip into the dark-haired girl. 

 

“Please, Buffy.  She’s h-had a hard l-life of it, so far.  She needs f-friends not people that want to irritate her.”  Tara whispers, her eyes serious as she looks at Buffy. 

 

“How did you get to the point of having her stay with you, Tara?”  Buffy questions, the confusion and hurt obvious in her eyes. 

 

“She was staying at the sleaze bag hotel on Second Street, Buffy.”  Tara sees the look of disgust crossing Buffy’s face at the mention of the hotel. 

 

“Demons won’t even stay there.”  Buffy growls softly.

 

“No, they won’t.  Everything she owns is in that small bag over her shoulder, and I have a feeling she’s h-had even a w-worse t-time of it than mama and I.”  Tara continues softly, silently begging Buffy to listen to her.  “Please try not to irritate her.  She’s just another g-girl our age, hurting and lost.  She hasn’t had any structured home life that I can tell, and she’s been living on the streets for the last three or four years.”  Tara cautiously places her hand on Buffy’s forearm.  “Please, Buffy.  Give her a chance.  She doesn’t have anyone.” 

 

Buffy sighs quietly as Tara continues to beg silently, letting sad blue eyes do her talking for her.  Shifting her gaze to the dark-haired slayer, she notices the worry on Faith’s face before she places that know-it-all smirk on her face again when she realizes she’s watching her.  Finally realizing it’s a defense mechanism for the other girl, Buffy turns back to Tara and slowly nods her head.  “I’ll try.  But if she hurts you, she’ll be answering to me.”  Buffy growls softly, her eyes serious.

 

Tara grins crookedly and impulsively hugs Buffy tightly.  “Thank you, Buffy.”  Tara whispers in her ear, hugging her for a few moments before releasing her.

 

Surprised, Buffy finally returns the hug, closing her eyes at the feel of the slightly taller woman’s body being pressed against her, feelings stirring to life inside her that she’d never felt before, making her uncomfortable. 

 

Faith chuckles quietly at the confused look crossing Buffy’s face when Tara releases her, nodding her head that Buffy definitely likes Tara whether she’s wanting to admit it or not.  Strutting towards the two women Faith comes to stand right beside Tara.  “Gotta get ya’ home so you can be all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for school tomorrow, Tare-Bear.”  Faith wraps an arm around her shoulders silently urging her towards her house, narrowing her eyes on Buffy as the other slayer automatically starts to step closer to them. 

 

Realizing what she’s doing, Buffy stops and lets the two women get a couple steps ahead of her before finally walking and catching up to Faith and Tara.  Letting Faith stay between her and the Wiccan, though not liking the fact that Faith has her arm around Tara in an almost proprietary way.  “Are you going to school tomorrow, Faith?”

 

“No.”  Faith answers, her tones cool.  

 

“You c-could come and talk with Mr. Giles, if you want.”  Tara looks pleadingly at the dark-haired slayer, silently begging her to meet them halfway.

 

Sighing heavily, Faith nods her head in agreement.  “I guess ya’ ain’t gonna let up on me, until I do it anyways.”  Faith grumbles, her voice rough with the feelings working through her.  Surprised at how much she likes the thought of someone caring for her.  Silently wishing that her younger brother had lived.  Him being the one ray of sunlight in her life, making the world bearable.  Shutting down the feelings coming to the surface, knowing it’s only a small leap to tears following, Faith puts thoughts of little Jimmy back behind her walls to only be brought out when she’s by herself. 

 

“Thank you.”  Tara grins crookedly as Faith finally seems to focus back in on her, wondering what had made the slayer seem so happy, and yet so sad at the same time. 

 

“Whatever.”  Faith grumbles, shrugging her shoulders.

 

Buffy watches the two women for a few minutes, keeping quiet.  Still wanting to rip the slayer’s arm from around Tara’s shoulders, but working on the anger flowing through her at Faith usurping her place with Tara.  Though she’d never been that touchy-feely with Tara.  As they reach Tara’s house, Buffy slows down as they come to a stop.  “Meeting at the corner as usual in the morning?”

 

Tara looks at Faith for a few minutes.  “I th-thought we might go earlier, since Faith will want to talk with Mr. Giles.  So, you, Willow and Xander don’t need to get up quite that early.”  Tara smiles briefly at Buffy.

 

Buffy feels her jaw clench automatically before smiling back at Tara.  “Be careful.  I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”  Buffy shifts her eyes to look at Faith once more.  “Faith.”

 

Faith nods her head and answers simply.  “B.”

 

Tara sighs as Buffy turns around and strides away, her eyes glued to the petite blonde slayer. 

 

“You got it bad, Tare-Bear.”  Faith whispers softly into Tara’s ear as Tara continues to watch Buffy until she turns the corner out of sight.  Wondering if she’ll ever care for someone half as much as Tara obviously cares for the other slayer. 

 

“She’s had my heart pretty much from the moment we met.”  Tara admits quietly, her eyes sad.  “It took me a while to realize it.  Though it didn’t take me that much longer to realize how futile my feelings are.”  Tara shakes her head and tugs gently on Faith’s tank top.  “Come on, Storm.  Let’s get into the house.”  Tara grins crookedly at the confused look on Faith’s face.  “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you were checking out Halle Berry playing Storm in the X-Men movie.”

 

Faith groans quietly as she follow’s Tara up the steps.  “She’s hot.  Kinda like Angelina Jolie, don’t know anyone that would be able to turn either one of them down.”

 

“Hmmm.  I pictured you more for a Brad Pitt or a younger Mel Gibson person.”  Tara jokes, her eyes twinkling merrily.

 

Faith unconsciously licks her lips.  “They’ll do, too.”  Faith wiggles her eyebrows and grins wickedly at Tara.  “I ain’t choosy.”

 

Tara laughs at the slayer as she unlocks the door, the two women heading into the house.

 

***

 

“Damn, it Tare-Bear.”  Faith grumbles, tagging behind Tara on the way to the high school.  The blonde not letting her get out of going.

 

“You’re going to g-go and talk with Mr. Giles.”  Tara turns her head to stare at the dark-haired slayer.  “And they’re g-going to get your school r-records to test you and see where you need to be in your classes.” 

 

Faith groans and shakes her head.  “Come on, do I have ta’?”

 

“Yes.  You’re going to go to school.  You’re going to g-graduate, and you will be around for a long time to irritate the h-hell out of me.”  Tara fights the smile trying to cross her face, the two women having gotten only a couple hours sleep, having stayed up talking for the majority of the night.  Faith, not accepting Tara’s offer of her bed, had made a pallet on the floor with a couple blankets and a pillow.   

 

“Shit.”  Faith grumbles, fighting the smile wanting to cross her face at Tara’s machinations.  Faith finally chuckles softly as Tara grabs her hand, tugging gently as they walk up the steps to the school.  “This unhealthy obsession you got for doin’ good, is goin’ to be discussed here soon, you know.” 

 

“We can discuss it.”  Tara agrees amicably as they quickly make their way to the library. 

 

Faith groans, knowing Tara gave in to easily.  “Discuss, but you ain’t gonna change.”

 

Tara laughs softly at Faith catching on so quickly.  Knowing the woman is a hell of a lot smarter than she likes to put on she is.  Entering the library, Tara squeezes Faith’s hand gently before relaxing her grip, surprised when Faith keeps hold of her hand.  Looking questioningly at the slayer, she sees the slight hint of fear in brown eyes.  Firming her grip, she smiles gently at Faith before calling out to the watcher as they make their way towards the table.  “Mr. Giles?”

 

Giles hurries from his office, having already been made aware yesterday morning that Faith had appeared, of all places, at the Bronze Saturday night, and Buffy had in no certain terms let him know she didn’t care for the dark-haired slayer, explaining her view of what had happened.  Now, as he strides out to the main section of the library, he’s more than a little shocked to see Tara standing almost protectively besides the woman that can only be Faith, the new slayer.  Blinking in surprise as he sees a quick scared look cross the dark-haired girls face before she puts on a smirk and gets a cocky attitude pretty much pouring from her in waves, fighting back the smile wanting to cross his face as he remembers a young man by the name of Ripper that had pretty much the same attitude as her when he was younger. 

 

“Mr. Giles, I’d like you to meet Faith.”  Tara squeezes Faith’s hand firmly as she looks at the slayer.  “Faith, this is Mr. Giles, Librarian and Watcher.” 

 

Faith finally releases Tara’s hand as the watcher approaches her slowly with his hand extended.  Looking back into warm blue eyes, without thought, for approval, she finally turns back to the watcher and holds her hand out to him.  “Hey.”

 

“Hello, my dear.”  Giles shakes her hand while patting it with the other, looking curiously at Tara.  “How is it that you two came to be here?”

 

Tara blushes lightly and shrugs her shoulder, looking down at the table as she finally pulls out a chair and settles on it.  “Umm.  Faith was at the Bronze Saturday while w-we were there for my b-birthday party.  We kind of figured out who she was, and I gave her my phone n-number…”  Tara glances at Faith, stopping her explanation as the slayer settles in the chair beside her and grasps her shoulder gently.

 

“She invited me over to her and her ma’s house for dinner, we got to talkin’ and they kinda made me an offer of stayin’ with ‘em.  Then she insisted I come with her here today.”  Faith explains quickly and concisely, without any additional information.  “Uh, I don’t know what ya’ do in cases like this, but if the Council dudes can give ‘em money to help pay for my necessities, that would be of the good.”

 

“Well, I do have a spare bedroom at my place, if you…”  Giles trails off as he watches Tara look up at him and shake her head slightly, her eyes begging him.  “But, living with an old English dude, as I have been called on many occasions probably isn’t what most teenagers would like to do.”  Giles silently makes a note to himself to talk with Tara, to see what she might have already heard or learned.  Surprised at how close the two girls already seem to be.

 

“Umm.  Is there any w-way you can g-get her school records, and w-work on getting her placed in classes?  It’s been three years since she’s been in school, and I d-don’t know if they’ll do p-placement tests or what here.”  Tara looks hopefully at the watcher.  “I’ll h-help her study, if you can arrange it.”

 

“Of course.  I’ll be in contact with the Council later and get right on that.  Is everything okay, do you need anything?”  Giles offers, looking from one girl to the other. 

 

Faith looks down at the table, not wanting to admit to the watcher that she basically only has a couple pairs of clothes to her name. 

 

“Everything.”  Tara answers simply, her eyes serious as she looks at the librarian, sighing in relief as understanding crosses his face. 

 

“Well, if you two would like, after school you can meet me here, and I’ll forgo Buffy’s training to take you two ladies to the mall.”  Giles offers, wincing slightly as he can just imagine what his Mastercard bill will look like, but knowing he can’t begrudge the girl clothes and anything else she needs.  Knowing that he should be able to get the money back from the Council with little problem. 

 

Faith snorts quietly, finally looking up to make eye contact with the watcher, surprised at the kindness she sees in his bluish/green eyes.  “You’re willin’ to take two teenagers to the mall?  You’re braver than most guys I know.”

 

“Yes, well, I dare say I’ll probably regret it, but…”  Giles quirks his lip at the teenager as he notices her starting to relax.  “Tara, if you would let your mother know that whatever she has to buy for the house to give me the receipt, or let me know and I’ll buy it for her.  Whichever will be easier.”

 

“We’re going to need a twin bed.”  Tara admits.  “She can’t spend each n-night on the floor or on the couch.”

 

“Consider it done.  Is there room in you bedroom for it?”  Giles questions curiously.

 

“It’ll be a tight fit, but we sh-should be able to make it work.”  Tara shrugs, knowing that she’ll have to re-arrange her bedroom, but not that worried about it.

 

Giles pulls his glasses off and chews on the earpiece as he looks at the two young women, still trying to figure out how they came to be this close, when they’d only met not even two days earlier, and from the majority of what Buffy had told him, it was something of a bumpy start.  “How about bunk beds?  Would that be better in your room?”

“I get the top.”  Faith grins, liking that idea, knowing Tara’s room would be overtaxed with two twins in it.

 

Tara rolls her eyes at the eager note in the slayer’s voice, before nodding her head in silent agreement to the watcher. 

 

Faith listens to the kids and teachers starting to arrive in the school, sighing quietly as she looks at the clock, realizing that here soon Tara will probably need to head to her first class.  Feeling Tara lean towards her, Faith looks inquisitively at the Wiccan.

 

“Are you going to stay here and try to t-talk to Mr. Giles, or do you p-plan on going back to the house?”  Tara whispers softly, looking worriedly at the slayer. 

 

Faith shifts nervously as she looks at the man then back to Tara.  Her past experience with men leaving a bad taste in her mouth, but warm blue eyes looking into hers, silently begging her to trust this group of people, Faith sighs quietly as she finally answers Tara, watching as the thanks crosses her eyes.  “I’ll stay here.  Probably got some talkin’ to do anyways.  And we’re still gonna talk about this do-gooder shit.”  Faith warns, narrowing her eyes on Tara, chuckling as Tara just grins at her crookedly.  Faith rolls her eyes as she hears the other slayer outside the door talking with a couple other kids.

 

Tara furrows her brows as she watches the slayer, before her eyes are caught by the library doors swinging open.  Unaware of the smile crossing her face as she watches Buffy stride into the library, Tara’s eyes drink in the blonde slayer’s form.

 

Buffy looks from Tara to Faith and back again, noticing the closeness of the two girls and how Faith’s hand is resting comfortably on Tara’s shoulder.  Growling softly at the sight, it takes a moment to realize that the smirk and chuckle coming from the dark-haired slayer was directed at her.  Snarling her nose and lip, showing a sharp white eyetooth, Buffy narrows her gaze on Faith until she sees the look coming from Tara.  Dropping her shoulders at the silent pleading, Buffy relaxes and smiles apologetically at Tara.  “Well, I see you two made it here okay this morning.”  Buffy strides around the table to sit directly across from Tara and beside Giles. 

 

“Like I had a choice.”  Faith grumbles, though a small smile crosses her face at the light bump she gets as Tara leans her shoulder against her. 

 

“We’ll forgo training after school today, Buffy.  I have some errands to run and paperwork to do.”  Giles purses his lips as he considers Faith.  “Faith, we do have a lot to talk about, and if you don’t mind spending the day here, I’ll order a couple pizzas for lunch to eat while we discuss things.” 

 

Faith looks down at the table, slowly nodding as she feels Tara’s hand clasping hers gently from where she’d unconsciously moved her hands to wring together nervously. 

 

“Maybe I can come here and j-join you two for lunch?”  Tara offers quietly looking at Giles, the slayers nervousness obvious to all of them at the table. 

 

“I think that would be a wonderful idea.”  Giles nods his head, noticing the obvious relaxing of Faith’s tense shoulders with Tara’s question. 

 

Buffy crosses her arms over her chest, staring at Faith and Tara, trying to figure out exactly what is going on between the two women. 

 

“Thank you.”  Tara grins crookedly, before looking sadly towards the clock as the five minute warning bell rings.  Gently grasping Faith’s shoulder she stands, looking down at the dark-haired slayer.  “Time for me to go to class.  I’ll see you at lunch?”

 

Faith swallows hard, but nods her head in acceptance, knowing Tara is wanting to make sure she was going to stick around.  “I’ll be here.”

 

“Thank you.”  Tara whispers, squeezing gently before releasing the slayer and grabbing her backpack.  “Better hurry, or we’re g-going to be late.”  Tara smiles softly at Buffy as the slayer groans and hops up from the chair.

 

“And another week of school begins.”  Buffy grumbles, unconsciously moving close to Tara, putting her hand gently at the middle of her back as the two women walk out of the library.

 

Faith smirks at the sight, having seen the quick questioning look Tara had sent towards Buffy when she felt the woman’s hand land on her back.  Turning back to the watcher, she fidgets slightly.

 

“Would you like something to drink?”  Giles offers softly, making a mental note to use soft tones and slow movements around the slayer, having read her file and knowing that her home life was probably even worse than what Tara’s was like. 

 

“Ya’ got a soda?”  Faith finally questions after a few minutes of staring at the watcher, not knowing how far to trust the man, but knowing Tara obviously trusts him and for now she’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.

 

“I most certainly do.  I’ll be right back.”  Giles sighs in relief as he shifts the chair back and strides towards his office.

 

***

 

Chapter 12

 

“Look, Tweed.  I don’t wanna talk about it.”  Faith growls stubbornly, pacing back and forth across the library floor, glancing up at the clock and fighting the urge to take off.  “Watcher lady was fucking killed by the fucking cloven-hoofed bastard and I high-tailed it outta there like a chicken shit and came here at her orders.  Is that what you wanna hear?”  Faith finally snarls at the watcher as she spins around to stare at him.

 

“Faith…”  Giles starts, having finally gotten to the heart of the matter, only to sigh heavily as the pizza delivery guy brings in the pizzas.  Digging his wallet out of his pocket, he pulls out the money, shoving it in the young man’s hands before grabbing the pizzas from him and setting them on the table, his eyes drawn back to the slayer who had jumped up to the upper tier of the library and was striding back and forth up there.  “You did what you had to do, to survive, Faith.  Anna wanted it that way.  She wanted you to live to fight another day, and you’re here to fight.  If you had died needlessly against Kakistos, you wouldn’t be here to help us…”  Giles hesitates for a moment before rolling the dice, hoping he’s not wrong.  “To help Tara.  She needs someone that understands on a personal level what she’s gone through, someone other than her mother to talk to… and I dare say someone that needs her.  She’s got a huge heart and she desperately wants to feel needed and loved, plus to give love, Faith.” 

 

Faith clenches her hands tightly into fists, her stiff, tensed back towards the watcher as she inhales sharply at him bringing Tara into this.  “You play dirty, old man.”  Faith growls deeply.

 

“I was taught to fight with the tools that are at my disposal, my dear.”  Giles whispers softly and somewhat sadly.  “I saw something this morning with you two…  An understanding and a… common bond that Tara and you both need.”

 

Faith rakes her fingers roughly through her hair as she slowly turns and reaches for the railing, grasping it gently as she stares down at the watcher. 

 

“I can understand if you don’t want to talk with me, or anyone else from the group.  But you do need to discuss what happened in your life with someone, and the friendship you’ve already started with Tara with her own past is what you need.  Anger and hatred will eventually tear you apart, my dear.  Don’t let it get the best of you.  Let the friendship and love being offered you from that young witch help heal the rift inside you.”  Giles whispers softly.

 

“She doesn’t love me, Tweed.”  Faith shakes her head staring down at the watcher, a partial chuckle escaping her lips.

 

“She does, as a friend and a sister.  I may be old, but I’m not a fool, young woman.  And you’d be smart to remember that.”  Giles quirks an eyebrow at the dark-haired slayer as the bell rings for lunch.

 

Faith blinks in surprise and shock at the watcher.  “You… You know about…”  Faith shakes her head, not able to say it.

 

“Buffy.”  Giles answers softly, nodding his head.  “As do you, if I dare guess.”

 

“You wouldn’t be guessin’.”  Faith growls, sighing heavily as she looks up at the skylight in the ceiling.  “Fuckin’ shit.”

 

“My sentiments exactly.”  Giles sighs.  “Come down and eat, Faith.  Tara’s class was at the other end of the school, but I dare say she’ll be flying in here in record time.”

 

Faith grins at the thought of the woman.  “She’s too sweet to be in this godforsaken town.”  Faith grumbles before just swinging over the railing and dropping down to the ground below. 

 

“Some kind of differing version of that statement could probably be said for all of us, my dear.”  Giles darts a look over his shoulder as he heads towards his office to grab sodas, a small smile crossing his lips as he notices the slayer’s head nodding in silent agreement.

 

***

 

“Hey, Tara!”  Xander calls out to the hurrying blonde, intercepting her.  “You joining us for lunch?”

 

“Not today, Xander.”  Tara smiles apologetically at the young man, gently grasping his forearm and squeezing it.  “I have a p-previous engagement.”

 

Xander pouts slightly before nodding his head.  “Don’t much blame you, it’s Mystery Meat Monday.  I’ll see you later, okay?”

 

“Okay.”  Tara hurries on her way towards the library, hoping Faith is still there and didn’t end up getting pissed off and leaving.  In her hurrying she doesn’t notice Buffy standing half hidden between the lockers, hazel eyes following her, filled with hurt.

 

***

 

Buffy hesitates, watching Tara practically jog towards the library.  Wanting to follow the blonde, a streak of possessiveness working through her, Buffy leans back against the wall with her head down.  “If you follow her and keep butting your nose between the two of them, you’re going to look like an idiot.  A selfish, jealous idiot.”  Buffy whispers softly to herself.  “But if you don’t and she hurts Tara…”  Buffy unconsciously growls softly until she remembers sad blue eyes looking at her, silently begging her to give Faith a chance.  “Damn it.”  Buffy takes a deep breath.  “I’ll try, Tara.  I don’t like her, and I usually stick with my gut feelings on things.  It usually doesn’t steer me wrong.”  Buffy finally strides out from between the lockers and heads towards the cafeteria.  Trying to put out of her mind how she originally thought the puppet Sid was evil, and Amy, which was actually Amy’s mother in Amy’s body. 

 

Smiling at Willow and Xander who were already sitting down eating, she waves at the two before heading towards the line to grab something to eat, trying to get thoughts of Tara and Faith out of her head for the time being.

 

***

 

“Hey, Blondie.”  Faith calls to Tara before the witch has even pushed open the door to the library, already relaxing somewhat with her walking in.

 

“Hi.”  Tara smiles softly at the dark-haired slayer as she hurries in, her eyes darting to Giles as he comes out with a hand full of sodas.  “Hello, Mr. Giles.”

 

“Please, sit down.”  Giles nods towards the table, hiding the smile crossing his face as she sets her books down at the end of the table and proceeds to sit down right beside Faith.

 

“Are you okay?”  Tara questions softly, having noticed the anger and fear at the forefront of the slayer’s aura when she’d come in.  Carefully reaching out, she gently rubs the slayer’s shoulder, rubbing a little firmer when Faith doesn’t pull away and actually seems to relax with the touch.

 

“Yeah.  I’m good.  Just talking about some shit, ya’ know.”  Faith murmurs, a small quirk to her lip as she looks at Tara.  “Come on.  I know you ain’t got long for lunch, so dig in.”

 

“Here you young ladies go.  I’ll be in my office, if you need anything else.”  Giles sets the sodas and napkins on the table before grabbing a couple slices of pizza and puts them on a plate before hurrying back to his office, planning on making a couple phone calls.

 

Tara slides a piece of pizza on her plate and slowly eats it, glancing at the slayer occasionally as the woman works through one of the pizzas in record time before starting on another.  “Are you s-sure you’re okay?”  Tara hesitantly questions again.

 

Faith sighs and sets down the slice of pizza she was demolishing and looks fully at Tara for the first time since she’d arrived.  “You ain’t got time to talk about this shit, right now… but how bad of a life did ya’ have before comin’ here?”  Faith questions hesitantly, her voice low.

 

Tara pales briefly, but fights her normal urge to look away, seeing the worry in brown eyes watching her intently.  “Does the last t-time I w-was in the hospital w-with a broken arm, three broken r-ribs, one eye s-swollen shut, and multiple bruises and cuts give y-you an idea?”  Tara whispers.

 

Faith closes her eyes, exhaling softly as her hands clench tightly into fists.  Slowly nodding, she just whispers.  “Yeah.”

 

“How b-bad…”  Tara starts to ask, but stops, not wanting to push the dark-haired slayer.

 

Faith slowly opens her eyes and looks into worried blue eyes, forcing her hand to unclench Faith takes a deep, steadying breath.  “As bad if not worse.”  She finally answers, seeing the sadness in Tara’s eyes.  “Eat, witch.  We have all sortsa time to discuss this shit.” 

 

Tara sighs in relief as she sees the willingness of the slayer to talk to her, opening up.  “Thank you.”  Tara whispers softly, letting her fingers run through the thick, dark hair.

 

“Yeah, well, when we get down to the nitty gritty on this shit, you may wish I’d kept my mouth shut.”  Faith shakes her head and bumps gently into Tara.  “This make us friends, or somethin’?”

 

“Yes.”  Tara smiles at the slayer before she picks up her piece of pizza again.  “I think I’d like us b-being friends.”

 

“Yeah, I think I’d like it to.”  Faith murmurs, a small smile playing about her lips as she thinks about the fact that it’ll probably piss off the other slayer.  Chuckling quietly at the thought, Faith starts working her way through the pizzas, the two young women eating companionably in silence, both unaware of the eyes of the watcher checking on them occasionally from the office. 

 

Giles smiles at the sight of the two women, seeing the start of a strong bond of friendship starting between the two.  “I dare say though the two women seem to be totally different, they’re more alike than either of them realizes.”  Giles murmurs softly to himself before picking up the phone and dialing England.  Planning on getting the ball rolling for Faith to be tested and placed in the proper classes along with money being sent for food and necessities that the slayer will need. 

 

***

 

“What no after school Scooby meeting?”  Xander pouts as he steps into the library, before turning his gaze to Willow and Buffy.

 

“If you want it to be just us three, we can.”  Buffy rolls her eyes at Xander as she looks around the empty library, sighing quietly.  “Look, I probably should head home and work on my homework.  I’m meeting up with Angel for patrol later, so you two be careful, okay?”

 

“See ya’ Buff.”  Xander calls after the quickly departing slayer, before turning to Willow as they slowly follow the blonde.  “Is something up with her?  She’s seems to be a little grouchy today.”

 

“I think she doesn’t much care for the new slayer.”  Willow admits, holding her books tighter to her chest as they make their way through the school towards the front doors. 

 

“She seemed a bit… intense at the party Saturday.”  Xander tilts his head, before a huge grin crosses his face.  “But she’s hot.”

 

“Xander!”  Willow frowns and smacks her friend on the shoulder after shifting her books to one arm.  “Be nice.  You know from what Giles said… or more of didn’t say, that things weren’t easy for her before coming here.  So don’t be all boy-ish on her, if you get my drift.”

 

“Boy-ish?”  Xander smirks at his best friend.  “Are you trying to tell me to be nice and sweet in your to the point way?”  Xander jokes, laughingly dodging the next smack coming his way from Willow. 

 

“I’d say to be nice and not flirt with her too much.  Though she does seem… different compared to our normal group, there has to be a reason for Giles’ comments.”  Willow exasperatedly tells her best friend. 

 

“Okay, okay!”  Xander holds up his hands, giving up.  “I’ll be on my best behavior… as much as I can be anyways.”

 

“I’ll take it.”  Willow giggles and bounces into Xander’s shoulder.  “Soooo… what homework do you have and what do you need help with.  Mom and dad left again, we can order take out from somewhere, or have pizza delivered if you want.”

 

Xander groans at the mention of homework before licking his lips at the mention of food.  Mentally weighing his options, the food wins out and he decides to go to Willow’s house, even though she’ll make him do his homework.  “Let’s go.” 

 

Willow grins, knowing that food was a definite way to get Xander to do what she wants.  Practically skipping to keep up with the longer legs of her friend, she wonders curiously if Faith will be going to high school with them here soon.

 

***

 

Tara giggles quietly behind her hand as Faith turns and glares at her before turning back to the mirror to look at herself.

 

“This ain’t me.”  Faith growls softly at the slacks and blouse she’s wearing. 

 

“You look g-good.”  Tara points out.  The tan chino’s and the red blouse bringing out the highlights in the slayer’s hair.  “You can’t wear j-jeans and leather pants all the t-time, Faith.  And you do l-look real good in that outfit.  Maybe w-we can l-look for black slacks instead?”  Tara offers, knowing when Faith had unpacked what few clothes she had, they were all dark blue or black. 

 

Faith sighs as she looks at herself in the mirror.  Shifting so she can see Tara more easily in the reflection, she quirks an eyebrow questioningly at the woman.  “You honestly think I look good in this?”  Faith’s hand waves at the clothes she has on.

 

“Yes, I do.”  Tara looks seriously at the slayer.  “You look g-good in red, Faith.  Your dark c-coloring is complimented by the color.” 

 

“Okay.  Let’s see if they got any black slacks, instead of these.”  Faith gives in, glad she did when she see’s the huge smile cross Tara’s face with her words. 

 

Tara jumps and spins around to hit the pants rack, sorting through them quickly to find a couple pairs of black slacks in Faith’s size before moving to other racks with different shades of red blouses on it. 

 

“But we are gonna buy some jeans, t-shirts and tanks, right?”  Faith calls out to Tara as she steps into the dressing room, pulling the curtain closed as she quickly strips the pants off, hanging them back up before unbuttoning the blouse and placing it on the hanger, buttoning the top two buttons. 

 

“And bras and underwear.”  Tara mumbles, blushing lightly as she hears the growl coming from the slayer, realizing Faith heard her. 

 

“I ain’t fuckin’ Mary ‘Friggin’ Stewart here!  I’m a hot, sexy slay… teen and I wanna flaunt it, girlfriend!!!”  Faith sticks her head out from behind the curtain, her eyes narrowed on the witch. 

 

“Martha.”  Tara corrects, grinning crookedly as Faith rolls her eyes at her.  “Don’t you w-want to keep your…”  Tara waves her hands at her own breasts while looking at Faith.  “All nice and perky?”

 

“Perky?”  Faith shifts back and looks down at her breasts.  “They ain’t fuckin’ perky.  They’re too big to be perky.  Now Buffy’s on the other hand…”

 

“Faith!”  Tara hisses as she shoves the clothes into the slayer.  “We’re n-not talking about her breasts!!”

 

“We could.  I know you’ve checked ‘em out.”  Faith smirks at the whimper coming from the other side of the curtain as she takes the clothes from Tara.  “Anyways, mine are full, bountiful, a handful, gorgeous… maybe even luscious… they ain’t fuckin’ perky, ‘kay?”

 

“Yes, Faith.”  Tara rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she waits for the slayer to try on the other clothes to see how they fit before they head to the next store, chuckling quietly as she remembered Giles saying he’d be back in half an hour to pay for the items, giving them time to shop in this store.  Knowing the watcher was going a few stores down in the mall to the furniture store to look at beds.  Faith having already told him she wanted a really firm mattress. 

 

Faith tries on the clothes, chuckling quietly to herself.  Putting one of the pairs of pants in the to be put back stack, as they didn’t fit quite right, she has to admit, the feel of the looser slacks and blouses felt kinda good.  Carrying the keep clothes over one arm and holding the other ones to put back up in her left hand, she smiles at Tara. 

 

“How did they fit?”  Tara questions curiously to the slayer.

 

“They fit good, except for the one pair seemed cut different or somethin’.”  Faith admits, nodding her head to the one pair of black pants that’s with the tan pair. 

 

“That happens.”  Tara smiles as she takes the return items from Faith and hangs them back up on the correct racks.  “Mr. Giles should be back here in a few minutes.”

 

Faith takes the items up to the register before walking to the entrance to the mall and looks up and down, smirking as she sees the watcher pick up his pace as he catches sight of her.  “He’s comin’.”

 

Tara smiles at the clerk as she works on pulling the items off the hangers and folding them neatly to ring up.  Glad the slayer had decided on keeping the two pairs of slacks and the four shirts.  Knowing they’ll have to pick her up a couple pairs of shoes while they’re out.  The old leather motorcycle boots the slayer is wearing, fine for patrol but not necessarily something she should wear to school, or out to dinner if they go out.

 

“Did you find anything?”  Giles questions as he steps into the store. 

 

“Yeah, bought a few pairs of pants and some shirts.”  Faith watches as he pulls out his wallet and grabs a credit card out of it, her eyes turning to Tara as the witch waits for the clothes to be rung up. 

 

“Where to next?”  Giles hands the credit card over before looking at Tara and Faith. 

 

“The Gap, I g-guess would be good.  They have t-shirts and j-jeans.  Maybe a shoe store afterwards, and somewhere to b-buy underwear?”  Tara whispers, blushing darkly.

 

Giles nods his head, trying not to smile at the obvious discomfort the young woman has about talking about unmentionables.  Signing the slip and accepting the receipt along with the credit card, he takes the bag from the cashier and smiles.  “Lead the way ladies.”  As he follows the two young women out of the store, he sighs in relief as he notices the dark haired slayer slowly relaxing more, and joking with the blonde witch.  Having to admit the young girl had been tense, angry and disgruntled while in the library with him.  But being around Tara opened the young woman up, and he sees the girl that she should be. 

 

“Mr. Giles?  Were you able t-to get the bunk bed?”  Tara questions softly as they step into the store, turning back to Faith making a bee-line for the button-fly jeans.  Chuckling softly at the sight of the young woman acting like a kid in the candy store. 

 

“I think we’ve found something she really likes.”  Giles chuckles with Tara, his eyes twinkling as the slayer starts tossing jeans over her arms before hurrying back to the changing room.  “And yes, my dear, I was.  It won’t be delivered until Thursday, however.”  He winces at the thought. 

 

“That’s okay.”  Tara relaxes.  “Faith can always sleep on the couch, if sh-she wants to.  Or bunk d-down on my floor again, like she did last night.  I’m not going to argue about her using m-my bed again.”  Tara laughs softly remembering the small argument.  “Were you able to get in touch with the Council and see what they c-can do about getting her into school?”

 

“Yes, my dear.”  Giles smiles softly at the young woman, her worry and caring obvious for the other slayer.  “They are already in the process of getting her school transcripts, what there are of them.  We’ll have Faith take a special test to see which grade she should be placed in.”

 

“She should be a Junior, shouldn’t she?”  Tara questions, honestly not knowing how old the young woman is. 

 

“Age wise, yes.  However when she was younger, she missed a lot of school and was held back a few years.”  Giles sees the questioning look on Tara’s face, along with the deep sadness.  Shaking his head he looks towards where Faith is striding out of the changing room and puts a couple pairs of jeans back before grabbing some more clothes to try on. 

 

“Something for me and her to t-talk about.”  Tara speaks more to herself than the watcher after he shakes his head, watching Faith sadly.  “If you c-can gather the b-books that she’ll need, I’ll help h-her study for the placement t-test.”

 

“I’m sure she would appreciate your help.  Maybe what we can do is alternate nights she and Buffy patrol, giving both young women time to work on their studies?”  Giles offers the idea.  “Though maybe I should put that idea to both her and Buffy, instead.”

 

“During the week, that sounds like a g-good idea.  Maybe on the w-weekends, they c-can patrol together.”  Tara winces slightly at the suggestion, but hopes that if she keeps talking to Faith and Buffy both, maybe the two women can at least become used to each other, even if they never become friends, planning on going with them on patrol as a buffer.

 

“I plan on them sparring and working out together, also, each day after school for at least an hour.”  Giles admits. 

 

“I hope y-you plan on k-keeping an eye on them.”  Tara looks wide-eyed at the watcher, her meaning obvious by the worry on her face, though she comments anyway.  “They d-don’t exactly g-get along r-right now.”

 

Giles allows a small grin to cross his face before commenting dryly.  “I hadn’t noticed.”

 

Tara narrows her eyes on the watcher before laughing softly.  “You’re rotten.”

 

Giles smirks, having noticed a while ago that Tara seemed to catch most of his comments and jokes that usually went over the other young peoples heads. 

 

“Looks like she’s stocking up on c-clothes.”  Tara comments as Faith hurries towards them with her arms loaded down. 

 

“She needs it.  And slaying is hard on clothes.”  Giles shrugs, not really worried about it. 

 

“They got the jeans buy one and get the other half off.”  Faith offers, having heard the comments from the two, looking from Tara to Giles. 

 

“How many pairs did you buy, my dear?”  Giles helps take the clothes from the slayer and heads towards the register. 

 

“Eight pair.”  Faith winces at the admittance.

 

“Why don’t you go get another four or six pairs while they’re on-sale?”  Giles smiles at the stunned look on Faith’s face.  “Go on.”  He waves the slayer back to the clothes, chuckling softly as she spins around and practically runs back to the jeans rack. 

 

“She’s easily pleased.”  Tara murmurs softly, having seen the huge smile crossing the slayer’s face.  “I have a feeling her l-life was w-worse than mine.”

 

Giles grunts softly, not saying anything as he watches the cashier’s helper start pulling the clothes off the hangers and folding them in staggered stacks for the cashier to ring them up.  “Do you want to grab a bunch of those socks over there for her, Tara?”  Giles nods his head to the piles of socks near them.

 

Tara grins crookedly at the watcher even as she goes to the socks and starts picking out pairs, glancing back towards Faith as the slayer searches through the jeans for her sizes.  “Faith, sweetie?”  Tara calls softly, smiling as the dark head jerks up and brown eyes look her way.  “Just plain white socks, or do you like colors?” 

 

Faith shrugs and smiles at Tara.  “Whatever.  It ain’t like most people are gonna see ‘em.  I usually just got whatever was cheapest.”  Faith admits, calling out to the young witch across the store, speaking a little louder for Tara to be able to hear her. 

 

Tara nods and turns back to the socks, picking up an assortment, half of them being plain white while grabbing a few colored ones and some with little non-frilly designs on them.  Sighing quietly as she looks around the store, she notices jean jackets, along with hoodies and other types of jackets in the store.  Remembering the worn leather jacket that the slayer had, knowing she needs more than that. 

 

Giles looks up as Tara piles the socks on the counter, chuckling.  Seeing the hesitant look on Tara’s face, he quirks an eyebrow at the young witch.  “What else did you see, my dear?”

 

“Jackets.”  Tara admits, smiling shyly.  “She only has the one w-worn leather j-jacket that honestly l-looks like its seen b-better days.”

 

“Go on, then.  Grab Faith and you two look at them.”  He comments as he sees Faith heading back towards him with jeans thrown over her arm. 

 

Faith sighs as she hears them talking about jackets but doesn’t argue, knowing the leather jacket she has is okay for patrol, but not good for wearing much of anywhere else.  The holey, threadbare jacket was rescued from a dumpster a couple years ago.  “Thanks.”  Faith whispers, somewhat uncomfortable with all the money being spent, silently deciding that somehow or another she’ll make it up to the watcher.  Though somewhat still leery of the man, her own feelings that he’s a good guy, plus Tara’s unwavering support of the man making her trust him more than she’s trusted any men her whole life. 

 

“Come on, sweetie.  Let’s g-get you some jackets.”  Tara bumps gently into the slayer’s shoulder, before urging her towards the wall holding all the different jackets.

 

Faith groans quietly but follows, a huge smile crossing her face at the obvious pleasure Tara’s getting out of shopping with her. 

 

***

 

Chapter 13

 

Dianna chuckles as she hangs up the phone, looking at Joyce as she heads towards her.  “Looks like Rupert has decided to take Faith shopping.  Tara’s along for the company and they’re going to pick up Chinese to bring home.”

 

“No dinner out tonight?”  Joyce frowns slightly at the thought, the two women having made plans to go out to dinner at the little steak house around the corner.

 

“Oh, we’re still on for dinner.  Now I don’t have to worry about Tara and Faith’s dinner plans.  I was just going to see if you would mind picking something up to take home to them before we went out.”  Dee shrugs, smiling at the blonde.

 

“At least Tara can cook, it isn’t like she’s lost in that department, unlike someone I can mention.”  Joyce rolls her eyes as she thinks about Buffy’s lack of cooking skills. 

 

“That’s true.  I don’t have to worry about her starving.  We’re just going to be on a learning curve to find out what Faith likes and doesn’t like.  Though from what I could tell yesterday, the young woman will eat just about anything.”  Dianna admits, frowning briefly at the thought of how Faith had devoured the food like she hadn’t eaten in weeks. 

 

“Buffy on a good day has a very healthy appetite.  She isn’t terribly picky about food, there’re just a few things that she doesn’t care for.”  Joyce admits, looking up at the time.  “Are you ready to help me close up the shop?”

 

“Of course.”  Dianna smiles softly as she follows Joyce out of the small office, heading in the direction of the back of the building to make sure it’s secured properly as Joyce says goodbye to Kathy, the receptionist and all around ‘Girl Friday’. 

 

***

 

Tara giggles as she watches Faith slurp the long noodles into her mouth, one of them flipping up to smack her across the nose. 

 

Chewing and swallowing the food, Faith narrows her gaze on the witch before stabbing some of the Szechuan Chicken and waving it towards Tara.  “You pick on me, I might end up startin’ a food fight, ya’ know.”

 

“No you won’t.”  Tara laughs and works on her Garlic Chicken.  “You like food too m-much to waste it l-like that.” 

 

Faith growls playfully at the witch before wiping the sauce off her nose with the back of her hand and continuing to eat.  The two women being dropped off about fifteen minutes earlier by the watcher and after setting all the bags in their bedroom, they’d settled in the living room on the couch beside each other with the television on low as they work their way through the mountain of Chinese.  Faith having found out that Tara’s allergic to shrimp when they were ordering, and making a mental note to not get anything with shrimp in it, just to be on the safe side. 

 

“I need to w-work on a paper tonight for probably about an hour.  We can go out on p-patrol afterwards.”  Tara offers hopefully.

 

“Ya’ wanna go out on patrol with me?”  Faith turns and blinks at the witch, watching as Tara blushes lightly and nods her head.  “You ain’t got to, you know?”

 

“I know.  But I’d f-feel better if I was with you.”  Tara shifts nervously.  “There’s safety in n-numbers and I want to make sure you d-don’t get hurt.”  Tara more breathes the admittance, than says it.  “Plus, I can h-help you learn your way around t-town and show y-you all the places the vampires like to hide out.”

 

Faith fights her initial angry reaction that Tara doesn’t trust her out on the streets by herself, mentally smacking herself that the woman was just worried about her.  Already knowing from the time she’s spent around the blonde that if nothing else, she was honest to a fault and there are usually no hidden meanings in what she’s saying.  “I don’t want ya’ to screw up your schoolin’ by goin’ out with me on patrol.”  Faith narrows her gaze on the witch.

 

“I won’t.”  Tara smiles and relaxes a little with Faith’s comment, knowing that’s the slayer’s way of saying she can come as long as it doesn’t interfere with anything else.  “Eat, Faith.”  Tara nods to the food, grinning crookedly at the dark-haired slayer. 

 

“Trust me, I am.”  Faith smirks wickedly as she tips the container to her mouth, getting the last few pieces of chicken out of it before setting it inside another empty container and grabbing another one. 

 

Tara rubs her stomach, having to admit she’s full.  Setting her half empty container on the table, she stands and stretches, moaning quietly as her back pops.  “I’m going to unpack your clothes, and s-start washing them.  Anything you w-want me to w-wash first?”

 

“Nah.  I’ll wear what I got on out tonight.”  Faith shakes her head as she hesitates with another fork full of food on her way to her mouth.  “I can do the clothes, Tare-Bear.  Why don’t ya’ go ahead and start working on your paper?”

 

“It won’t take me but a couple m-minutes to unpack the clothes and t-take off the tags.  I can throw a load in before I start on my homework.”  Tara smiles softly at Faith before she heads towards their bedroom. 

 

Faith sighs, having a feeling she’s going to have an argument with the young witch that she can do things herself, that she don’t need someone waiting on her hand and foot.  Deciding to wait a couple days and see if things settle down, Faith turns back to the food and decides on what to eat next.

 

***

 

Dianna slides in the chair Joyce holds out for her, smiling as the waiter sets the menus in front of them before getting their drink orders and disappearing.

 

“It’s nice.”  Joyce looks around at the elegant restaurant before her eyes land on Dee.  “The company is better, though.” 

 

Dianna reaches across the small, cozy table and laces her fingers together with Joyce’s.  “The company outshines everything else.”  Dianne smiles softly at the thought of how close the two of them have become again as they rekindled the fire between them as they learned who they are now. 

 

Dee, I know we said we would take our time getting to know each other…”  Joyce whispers trailing off as she becomes lost in glittering blue eyes. 

 

“But it’s getting harder being with each other every day at work, going out to dinner two or three times a week and sucking face on the weekends without it going any further?”  Dianna’s lip quirks up as Joyce blushes lightly. 

 

“I think you’ve been spending too much time with the kids lately.”  Joyce finally chuckles quietly as she looks up when the waiter brings them the bottle of wine.  After trying the wine, she nods her head and finally opens the menu with her free hand, gently squeezing Dee’s fingers when the woman was about to ease away. 

 

“Speaking of the kids, the newest addition to the family is going to make things interesting.”  Dianna purses her lips as she looks at the menu, deciding on the six ounce prime rib before shutting the menu. 

 

“How so?  I mean, Buffy just grumbled under her breath about Tara having a new friend and that’s about all I was able to get out of her.”  Joyce questions curiously, looking at Dee as the woman giggles softly, not having had a chance to talk to her about anything personal.

 

“It’s Faith, the new slayer.”  Dianne whispers the last word so only Joyce can hear her.  “And from what I can tell, Buffy and her have already about gone at it.  She’s a very angry, upset and scared young woman.”

 

“So, of course you and Tara have taken her under your wings.”  Joyce has to laugh quietly at the thought, knowing Tara was almost a carbon copy of her mom and someone in need will always get their attentions.

 

“Under our wings and roof.”  Dianna admits, smiling shyly.  “She needs friends and family.  And from what Tara’s told me, Faith definitely got off on the wrong foot with Buffy.  And just my gut feeling… Faith’s going to keep needling her just for the hell of it.  She’s already figured out that Tara likes Buffy.” 

 

Joyce groans and picks up her glass, sipping it quickly.  “Are we running a soap opera here?”

 

“Sometimes wonder.  You have us, old college lovers, one divorced the other hiding out from her husband, both with teenage daughters.”  Dianna starts and looks up as the waiter comes back asking for their order. 

 

Joyce watches as the waiter disappears to place their orders before looking back at Dee.  “And one daughter has a crush on the other clueless daughter who’s dating someone that is WAYYYY to old for her.”

 

Dianna blinks and her eyes open in shock.  “You know about that?”

 

“I’m a mother, of course I do.”  Joyce rolls her eyes before chuckling at the shock on Dee’s face.  As a somewhat guilty look comes across Dianna’s eyes, Joyce shakes her head.  “I know that Tara tells you pretty much everything, and I also know that Buffy has a tendency to tell me nothing.  You promise to keep Tara’s confidences and I won’t ever come between that.”

 

Dianna unconsciously breathes out a sigh of relief.  “I’m sorry.” 

 

“No need.”  Joyce chuckles and shakes her head, shifting her hand so she can trail her fingers over the back of Dee’s hand.  “Are we too old to tell the kids that we’re having a slumber party for adults only?”  Joyce questions seriously.

 

“Nooo… but maybe the kids could have a slumber party at your house, and we can spend the night at my house.”  Dianna offers, the wheels turning as a slow, sensual smile crossing her face at the thought.

 

“Call them now.”  Joyce begs only half joking.  “I can’t tell you how much I’d love that.”

 

“You and me, both.”  Dianna agrees, smiling lovingly at the taller woman.  “I think the kids were planning on going out on patrol tonight, if you’re interested.”  Dianna whispers as she leans partially across the table, her eyes hooded.

 

“God, don’t look at me like that.”  Joyce whimpers, unconsciously shifting down in her seat as she feels her blood heating up.

 

“Does it… bother you?”  Dianna laughs softly at the obvious desire crossing Joyce’s face.  “Goddess, I am so happy I decided to come here.”

 

Joyce growls softly and pulls back from Dianna, a small pout crossing her lips.  “I’m happy to, but driving me crazy is not a good thing.  The older and less horny theory pretty much has gone out the window.” 

 

Dianna tries to fight the smile crossing her lips as she looks at the taller woman.  “You do know, that women hit their sexual peaks in their forties, don’t you?  We’re getting close…” 

 

Joyce groans as she picks up her wineglass and finishes off what’s left.  “Behave, or we’re going to end up making out in my vehicle like a couple of teenagers.”

 

“I bet you could hit a homerun first time up to bat.”  Dianna grins wickedly as Joyce whimpers and flushes darkly.  “I’ll behave, for now.”

 

“Please.  I don’t know how much more teasing I can handle.”  Joyce admits softly, her eyes becoming serious as she looks into Dee’s eyes.  “I’m going to have to tell Buffy about us.  I’m really sick and tired of hiding our relationship.”

 

“You don’t think she might have an idea?”  Dianna tilts her head slightly watching as Joyce eyes become distant as she obviously thinks.

 

Joyce slowly shakes her head.  “My daughter is clueless about a lot of things, Dee.  She would probably never think of her dear old mom being with a woman.  Kind of like she is completely in the dark about Tara liking her.  After you mentioned the fact, I paid more attention to Tara and it’s obvious if you know what you’re looking for.”

 

“I know.”  Dianna sighs quietly, before smiling sadly.  “I just hope Tara doesn’t end up with a broken heart.  But I’m afraid that’s exactly what’s going to end up happening.”

 

“We’ll see.  We’ll have to let this little soap opera play out and see what ends up happening.”  Joyce reaches out to gently stroke her fingers over Dianna’s arm and hand.  “Dinner, love.” 

 

Smiling lovingly at the taller woman, Dianna gently pulls her hand back as the entrée is placed in front of them.  “It looks wonderful.”

 

Joyce smiles as she pours more wine in their glasses before they settle down and talk about inconsequential things, unconsciously agreeing to not talk about their families for the rest of the meal as they enjoy their food and the company.

 

***

 

Tara laughs loudly as she collapses against the wall of the mausoleum as she watches Faith glower at her from four headstones away.  “I can’t h-help it!”

 

“It ain’t that fuckin’ funny, Tare-Bear.”  Faith growls and swipes a hand down her face, snarling her nose in disgust at the slime she wipes away. 

 

“But it’s a p-pretty pink color.”  Tara points out trying to fight the laughter, but not having much luck as Faith snarls at her.

 

“And to think I considered you a friend.”  Faith continues to wipe the gunk from her face and body.  Stiffening as she feels a demon, before her eyes widen as she sees movement on top of the mausoleum Tara’s leaning against.  Not even thinking, she yanks out a stake and knife in each hand, runs and uses the top of a tombstone to launch her up onto the top of the building as she makes short work of the vampire, groaning as she looks down at herself.

 

“Faith?”  Tara questions worriedly as she shifts out away from the mausoleum to see Faith standing on top of it, snorting quietly at the sight of the slayer now covered with vampire leftovers that was adhering quite nicely to the pink demon slime still on the slayer.

 

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”  Faith warns, growling loudly as she hops down from the mausoleum.  “If ya’ laugh one more time, I’m gonna fuckin’ hug ya’ all over to make sure you’re as coated as I am, got it?”

 

“Got it.”  Tara squeaks out the two words, biting her bottom lip as she tries to keep from laughing.  Tears coming to her eyes with her trying to hold it in.  “Maybe we should head home, so you can clean up?”

 

Faith snarls at the witch as she shakes her head.  “No.  We’ve been patrolling for a little over an hour, might as well patrol for another hour or so before heading back.”

 

“If you’re sure.”  Tara shrugs and follows Faith as the slayer nods and starts to head out of the cemetery.  “What are you planning on doing tomorrow?”

 

“Finish the laundry, then head over to the school in the afternoon for training exercises.”  Faith curls her nose up at the thought.  “I guess me and B are gonna trade blows so tweed can see what I got.”

 

“Please b-behave tomorrow during the training.”  Tara whispers softly, her eyes serious as she glances over at Faith.  “Can you try and get along with her, for me?”

 

Faith sighs quietly and nods her head as she looks over at pleading blue eyes.  “Fuck, blondie!  You’re bad for me.  Ya’ want me to dress in regular clothes, go to school, and not be a bitch.  It ain’t fuckin’ right.”

 

Tara giggles quietly and bangs gently into the slayer’s shoulder.

 

“Damn, you’re gonna get this shit on you, Tare-Bear.”  Faith shifts away, frowning as she sees some of the gunk on Tara’s shoulder now. 

 

“It’ll wash.”  Tara smiles at the slayer.  “And you know I just w-want to help.”

 

“I know.”  Faith mumbles as she kicks at the sidewalk.  “I ain’t used to people wantin’ to help me, Tare-Bear.  It feels fuckin’ weird.”

 

“Get used to it, Faith.  Get used to b-being cared for, and p-part of a family, too.”  Tara warns quietly. 

 

“Yeah, yeah.”  Faith stiffens, feeling a demon nearby, before snarling her nose in disgust as brood boy and the other slayer turn the corner.  “Fuckin’ lovely.”

 

“Faith.”  Tara pleads softly looking at the slayer. 

 

Faith growls quietly but nods her head sharply.  “She starts anything, I ain’t fuckin’ laying down, though.”

 

Tara sighs heavily, silently sending a prayer up to the Goddess to please let things go halfway smoothly between the two slayers. 

 

***

 

Chapter 14

 

“What’s wrong?”  Angel finally questions, the two of them having been patrolling for the last two hours and Buffy had barely said five words the whole time. 

 

“Nothing.”  Buffy practically grunts the word as she glares down at the sidewalk, her thoughts having been on Tara and Faith practically all day.  Finally after another fifteen minutes she blurts out.  “What the hell is up with Tara and Faith?  I mean, it’s like all of a sudden Faith comes on the scene and she’s all over Tara.”

 

“I wish.”  Angel grumbles under his breath.

 

“What?”  Buffy looks curiously at the vampire, not sure she heard him correctly. 

 

Angel clenches his jaw, not knowing what to say.  Afraid if he says that maybe Faith likes Tara and vice versa that it would open a can of worms and possibly backfire in his face.  “Nothing.”  Angel forces a small smile across his lips until Buffy looks away. 

 

Buffy shoves her hands in her pockets as they continue patrolling her thoughts on the other slayer and Tara, silently wondering if the two women are patrolling together right now.  Catching Angel stiffen out of the corner of her eye, she looks up wondering what he sees, a quick smile crossing her lips at the sight of Tara, before it drops from her lips at Faith walking beside her.  Sighing heavily at the look in Tara’s eyes, she stiffens her back and puts a half smile on her face as she looks at the two women as they draw closer to each other.  “Damn, what did you run into?”  Buffy finally questions as she gets close enough to see the pink gunk on Faith.

 

“Hell if I know what it was.”  Faith grunts, swiping a little more of the slime off her body.  “All I know is that Tare-Bear thinks it’s a ‘pretty pink color’.”  Faith snarls her nose up at the stuff as she slings some more of it into the grass.

 

Tara giggles, then bites her lip and looks around, anywhere but at Faith as the slayer growls at her.  “It is.”  Tara finally mumbles, fighting the laughter still wanting to escape.

 

Buffy smiles at the giggles coming from Tara as she looks at her, the twinkling blue eyes a dead give-a-way to how hilarious the witch thinks the situation is.  “What did he look like, that way if he has any friends I’ll be sure to kill them from a distance?”

 

Faith grunts as Tara snorts back a laugh.  “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”  Faith growls, flicking a small amount of goop on Tara, smiling as the witch grins crookedly at her.  “Umm.  He was about five foot high, had kinda a purplish caste to his skin and was it five horns sticking out of his head?”

 

“Actually I think it was th-three horns and two extremely l-large, pointy ears.”  Tara offers, as she thinks about the demon.  “He had very long, sharp teeth, and his arms were like an ape’s arms where they pretty much d-dragged the ground.” 

 

“Anything special to kill him?”  Buffy looks at the two women, before glancing at Angel who had moved a short distance away and was staring off into the night. 

 

“Nah.  Took his head and the bastard exploded not a couple seconds later. So, I’d suggest if ya’ come across one, to do the deed and get the fuck outta dodge.”  Faith leans into Tara as the witch plucks a thicker piece out of her hair.  “Damn, maybe I oughta go clean up, instead of continuin’ on patrol.  Or see if one of these houses has a hose and hose myself off.”

 

Tara wrinkles her nose as she lets the piece drop to the ground.  “Sweetie, you do have a lot more on you.”  Tara really looks at the slayer closely. 

 

“We’ve been patrolling for roughly two hours and started at the other side of town.  I’d say you were working from Tara’s outward right?”  Buffy questions, trying to keep from growling at the other slayer as Tara continues to pick pieces of the demon off Faith.

 

“Yeah.  I wanted to do a three or four hour patrol tonight, though.  Tare-Bear was gonna show me around town and help me with more of the hot spots.”  Faith glances up at the slayer, noticing the flame of jealousy in Buffy’s eyes before the slayer realizes she’s watching her and shuts down all emotion showing from the hazel depths. 

 

“It’s not going to go anywhere.  We’ve probably done a good enough patrol between us, that we can all go home.  Plus, it’s getting cooler at night, and you might get sick if you don’t get that stuff cleaned off.”  Buffy offers the olive branch to the slayer, surprised when a soft smile crosses full lips and Faith nods her head towards her.

 

“Thanks.  I think that might be a good idea.  Plus that’ll give me a little extra time to work on some more laundry when we get back home.”  Faith darts a quick glance at Tara, noticing the witch was watching the two of them with a soft smile on her face.  “I guess I’ll see ya’ tomorrow afternoon for trainin’, huh?”

 

“Are you going to spend the day in the library again tomorrow?”  Buffy questions curiously as she nods to the slayer’s question.

 

“Nah.  I got laundry and shit I gotta do.  I’ll show up a bit before the end of the day.”  Faith shrugs.  “I’ll probably be goin’ there soon enough because I gotta, no sense in being there anymore than I hafta.”  Faith snarls her lip playfully at Tara, grinning as the witch smacks her gently on the shoulder.

 

“You n-need to go to school.”  Tara admonishes the dark-haired slayer, before grinning crookedly at Buffy.  “Hopefully Mr. Giles can g-get her p-paperwork started and get her tested so she can get in before to m-much more of the school year is gone.”

 

“He’s probably already placed calls on it.  Giles doesn’t much like to wait for anything if he doesn’t have to.  Procrastination isn’t in his dictionary.”  Buffy smiles fully for the first time that night as she looks at Tara.  “Maybe tomorrow night, we can go together on patrol as a group?”

 

Faith darts a quick glance at Tara as the witch smiles hopefully at her.  Turning her gaze quickly to the vampire whose back is to them, glaring at him for a moment before she sighs quietly.  “Yeah, that’d be good.”

 

Buffy notices the glare on Faith’s face and starts to bristle until Faith answers without any sarcastic comments.  “Good, we can firm up times tomorrow.  You two be careful on the way home.  I’ll see you in the morning at the corner?”  Buffy questions Tara quickly as the two women start to head towards Tara’s house.

 

“I’ll be th-there.”  Tara smiles quickly at Buffy before her eyes dart towards Angel who had finally turned back and moved to stand close to Buffy, her smile quickly falling from her face at the possessive way he’s acting.  Giving Buffy a quick wave, she turns her head forward and urges Faith to walk a little faster away from Buffy and Angel.

 

Buffy crosses her arms over her chest and watches the two women stride away, Angel having moved to where he was practically plastered against her back. 

 

“You were very civil.”  Angel watches as Tara and Faith disappear around the corner. 

 

“Well, Faith was also.  Plus Tara pleaded with me to give her a chance.”  Buffy sighs as she drops her arms and relaxes. 

 

“And of course, since Tara asked you’ll do it.”  Angel fights the anger and jealousy wanting to flow through him at the thought.

 

Buffy frowns as she slowly turns, seeing a hint of yellow in Angel’s eyes before he makes eye contact with her, his features purposefully bland and his eyes their normal brown.  “Do you not like Tara?”  Buffy stares intently at the vampire as he doesn’t say anything but just stares at her with that damn enigmatic expression on his face. 

 

“I need to check on a few things, I’ll see you later.”  Angel grasps Buffy slightly rougher than he normally does and kisses her possessively before releasing her and striding away.

 

Buffy blinks and stares after the vampire as she rubs her hand over her bruised lips, silently wondering at the actions of her boyfriend, a slight feeling of unease working through her before she shakes it off and turns to head towards home.

 

***

 

Tara giggles quietly as Faith tries to look broody like Angel, before the dark-haired slayer laughs softly following her into the house.  Turning to the living room, Tara squeaks before turning around with her eyes closed.  “Mom, we’re home.”  Tara slowly opens her eyes at the loud guffaw coming from Faith.

 

“Damn!  Woulda gotten a floor show if we’d waited another fifteen minutes.”  Faith yelps as Tara smacks her firmly on the shoulder.

 

“That’s my mom!”  Tara glowers, as much as she can at the slayer as Faith puts on a pitiful look.

 

“Ain’t mine though.”  Faith tries, before grunting and turning her back on the two women hurriedly buttoning their shirts and straightening the rest of their clothes. 

 

“Sorry, honey.”  Dianna runs slightly shaking hands through her hair as she stands, feeling the blush heat her face even as she looks at an almost mortified looking Joyce. 

 

“I knew I should have gone straight home.”  Joyce mumbles, groaning as she realizes she’d buttoned her shirt wrong and quickly undoes it and re-buttons it.  “We’re decent, and I’m sorry, Tara.”

 

“It’s okay Mrs. Summers.”  Tara slowly turns before sighing in relief as upper bodies are now covered again, glancing towards Faith at the somewhat shocked inhale coming from her.  Realizing that Faith hasn’t met Buffy’s mom… and more yet, didn’t realize the two women were seeing each other.  “Umm, Faith, this is Joyce Summers, Buffy’s m-mom.”

 

“Yeah, I kinda figgered that out, Tare-Bear.”  Faith looks the woman over slowly, seeing some similarities between her and Buffy.  “Ya’ didn’t tell me that these two were…”  Faith trails off and wiggles her hand and eyebrows at the same time. 

 

“Buffy d-doesn’t know, yet.”  Tara looks pleadingly at Faith, smiling as Faith just rolls her eyes.

 

“That girl obviously ain’t got a fuckin’ clue about much of anythin’.”  Faith grumbles and looks back at Joyce and Dianna.  “Hey.  I’m Faith.” 

 

“Joyce Summers.”  Joyce nods towards the dark-haired slayer, looking past the cocky and somewhat belligerent attitude as she thinks about what Dee had told her about the young woman, seeing the scared girl under the bravado.  “I should be going anyway.  It was nice meeting you.” 

 

Dianna looks apologetically at Faith and Tara as she follows Joyce to the door.

 

“Your mom and B’s mom are gettin’ it on?”  Faith hisses softly to Tara as she pulls the woman towards their bedroom.  “I thought ya’ just showed up here in SunnyHell a few months back.”

 

Tara unconsciously plays with the necklace Buffy had got her for her birthday as she looks over her shoulder towards the door where her mom and Joyce are whispering softly to each other, smiling as Joyce leans down to kiss her mom before she’s pulled unceremoniously into their bedroom.  “Faith!”  Tara grumbles quietly.

 

“I gotta get outta this shit, its becomin’ stiff.”  Faith waves Tara towards the bed and quickly strips her clothes off, smirking as Tara slaps a hand over her eyes.  “I ain’t got nothin’ you ain’t got.”  Faith points out.

 

Tara whimpers and shakes her head.  “That’s n-not the point, Faith!”

 

“Yeah, it is.”  Faith smirks as she grabs an old tank top and shorts, pulling them on before settling on the floor to look up at Tara.  “Come on, girl.  Give up the 411 on these two.”

 

Tara cautiously peeks between her fingers, sighing in relief when she realizes Faith had put clothes on.  “They actually went to college together.”  Tara starts and explains the two older women’s relationship to Faith, seeing the surprise then contemplation on Faith’s face. 

 

“So, B ain’t got no clue that her mom and your mom are all hot and heavy?  She’s also out in right field somewhere in regards to you likin’ her.  And she’s dating a friggin’ vampire.  I’m seriously thinkin’ this girl ain’t too bright, Tare-Bear.”  Faith points out, extremely serious.  Seeing Tara about to argue, she holds up a hand and stalls the witch.  “Ya’ gotta remember, we’re both slayers.  Slayers are supposed to stake vampires and demons.  That’s why we were created… and she’s fuckin’ one of ‘em!”

 

Tara jerks uncontrollably at that comment.  “N-no.  She’s n-not w-with him l-like that.”

 

“Yet.”  Faith qualifies the point, frowning as Tara pales considerably.  “Look… if I had a choice between you and that brooding SOB, there wouldn’t even be a debate.  I’d be all over you like white on rice.  I mean, come on, Tare!!  I saw ya’ liked her from the get go, so what does that say about her?”

 

“Sh-she d-doesn’t look at w-women as p-possible dates.  She’s straight… c-completely straight.”  Tara looks down and twists her hands together. 

 

“That’s bullshit.  She likes ya’, she just ain’t figured it out yet.”  Faith states with conviction.  Knowing how jealous Buffy is of the witch, and knowing it’s because she likes her but the stupid blonde slayer doesn’t understand why.  “When she does figger it out, I’d lay odds she’ll drop Captain Broody so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

 

Tara slowly lifts her eyes from her hands to look into serious brown eyes.  “I d-don’t think she will, Faith.”  Tara slowly shakes her head and sighs at the thought.  “No m-matter how m-much I wish it were true.” 

 

Faith groans quietly to herself, realizing she isn’t going to get Tara to believe her.  The witch has it in her head that Buffy will never be interested in her as more than a friend.  Faith purses her lips slightly as she considers how far she might be able to push the whole flirting with Tara thing to get Buffy riled without Tara catching on to what she’s doing.  Deciding to try, Faith starts working on a game plan, hoping it might help Tara out.  “I gotta shower.  You want ta’ go first?” 

 

“No, you g-go ahead, you’re a little worse off than me.”  Tara slowly grins at the slayer, the woman’s hair starting to stick up where she’d run her hands through her hair and the demon slime had hardened into some interesting shapes. 

 

“Yeah, I can just imagine.”  Faith grunts out the words, seeing where Tara’s looking as she pushes herself off the floor.  Ignoring the laughter coming from the witch, she grabs a new set of sleepwear, not believing Tara had talked her into getting them, though having to admit the somewhat shy witch had a point that she couldn’t wear the same shirt and shorts every night to bed.  Smirking at the dark blush that had come across Tara’s face when she’d told her she normally slept in the nude.  “I’ll leave ya’ some hot water.”  Faith tosses over her shoulder as she strides out of the bedroom.

 

Tara wraps her arms around her waist and stares at the pile of clothes they had bought Faith that still needs to be washed, but her mind is on Buffy, blinking when she hears her mom call her name softly from the door.

 

“You okay, sweetie?”  Dianna slowly steps into the room and eases onto the bed beside Tara, not that surprised when she finds her daughter in her arms.  “I’m sorry about…”  Dianna sighs and hugs Tara tighter as her daughter shakes her head, realizing that isn’t what had upset Tara.

 

“I j-just want you to be happy, mama.  Mrs. Summers obviously c-cares for you.”  Tara whispers softly against her mother’s shoulder as she rubs her cheek gently against the flesh.  “Is it bad of m-me to want Buffy to r-realize I like her and actually l-like me back as more than a friend?”

 

“No, sweetie.  No it isn’t bad.”  Dianna rocks Tara gently and rests her cheek on her daughter’s head.  Sighing quietly at the thought that Tara has fallen hopelessly for the slayer, not unlike she’d done for Joyce all those years ago.  Brushing her lips softly over Tara’s head, Dianna closes her eyes and just holds Tara.  Nothing else she can do or say to help her daughter, just the fact that time will eventually work things out.  Unfortunately not necessarily the way Tara wishes they would.

 

***

 

Chapter 15

 

Giles watches the two slayers closely, but tries not to make it obvious as he watches them trade and block punches and kicks.  Making notes of different weaknesses and strengths each slayer has, hoping that he can make them work together to help each other with their weaknesses.  Having already made note of the quick, strong legwork of Faith, though the dark-haired slayer left herself too open and was taking more hits than she should.  Having made the rest of the group leave after he’d seen Tara pale and obviously start to lose it when Faith had connected with one of her kicks, sending Buffy back and into the cage, though not hurting the other slayer.  Thankful Faith had pulled the kick, or Buffy could have possibly ended up with some bruised internal organs to go along with the surface bruising he knows she’ll have.

 

“Okay, time!”  Giles yells, grabbing two bottles of water, tossing them to the two sweaty slayers.  “That’s enough hand to hand training today.  I wanted to see how you handled yourselves ladies and you did well.  There’s definitely room for improvement on both sides, however.”

 

Buffy rolls her eyes, catching Faith doing the same thing and starts to laugh softly as they make eye contact.

 

Faith smirks and reaches over to grab one of the chairs, sliding it towards the slayer before grabbing another one, spinning it around to sit straddling it, her arms resting on the back.  Her opinion of the other slayer better, the woman obviously knows her shit, though she still thinks Buffy needs to have her head examined for overlooking Tara for that fanged imbecile.

 

“Now, I’d like for you two to go on patrols together at least three nights a week.  I understand that things will come up to where this won’t be possible all the time, like school work, studying for tests and the like.”  Giles looks at the two slayers.  “Faith, I’m working with the Council on getting your transcripts from when you last went to school.  We’ll probably have to put you through some placement tests to see what grade they’ll allow you in.  Tara’s already volunteered to help you study and learn what you need to so you’ll hopefully be placed close to the grade you should be in.”  He turns his gaze on Buffy seeing the contemplation and curiosity in her hazel eyes.  “Faith will probably be needing to study more and heavier at least to begin with before she tests out, so you’ll probably have to take the brunt of the majority of the patrolling.”

 

Buffy shrugs, not really that worried about it.  She and Tara having done the majority of the patrolling before Angel came back and now Angel helps out with the patrol.  “That’s fine.  Angel’s here to help out.”

 

Faith snarls her lip slightly and unconsciously at the vampire’s name before covering it with sipping from her water. 

 

Giles looks up from his notes and nods his head.  “Good, good.  Now, tomorrow I would like for us to go outside of town to see how well you two work with crossbows and other weapons.  I’ll head out here in a few moments and get it set up so it’ll be ready for tomorrow.  Now, why don’t you two go shower and change then head home to eat dinner before patrol tonight.”

 

“And we’re dismissed.”  Buffy groans as she stands slowly rotating her body at the aches she’s feeling.  Having to admit the other slayer had kept her on her toes the majority of their training session, having been surprised at the dark-haired slayer’s quickness. 

 

“Yeah.”  Faith reaches for her bag and hooks it over her shoulder.  “Can ya’ point me towards the showers?  T-Bear’ll have my ass if I walk home soakin’ wet.  Damn girl’ll worry about me gettin’ pneumonia or somethin’.” 

 

Buffy bristles slightly before slowly relaxing, knowing Tara would get upset with anyone doing that and not just Faith.  “She has a tendency to mother people.  I’ll show you where they are after I get my clothes and shower gear.”

 

“Fuck.  I didn’t think ta’ bring anythin’ but a change of clothes and towels.”  Faith grunts out as she heads towards the door as she digs through the bag.

 

“You can borrow my body wash and shampoo if you want.”  Buffy trots after the other slayer after grabbing her bag, missing the small smile on Giles’ face.

 

Sighing in relief at the sight of the two women obviously making the effort to get along, Giles had worried a couple times when they first started trading blows, the two obviously testing each other.  Making his way back to his office, he picks up the phone to call Tara and let her know that both women were okay, knowing the witch was worried about them.

 

***

 

“Is brood boy gonna be goin’ on patrol with us tonight?”  Faith slips into her older clothes, not wanting to ruin her new clothes until she doesn’t have a choice but to wear the newer items out on patrol.

 

“I think so.”  Tara mumbles as she puts a couple new potions she was working on in her fanny pack and belts it around her waist. 

 

“I want you two to be careful.”  Dianna hands the silver cross she’d blessed and put protection charms on to the dark-haired slayer.  “Here, even if you aren’t religious, it might help a little.”

 

“Thanks.”  Faith murmurs, feeling her cheeks heat up.  Between Tara and Dianna, she doesn’t know how to act as both women were doing their best to be protective and worried over her.

 

Tara opens the door as a firm knock sounds, chuckling at the sight of Buffy already brushing vampire dust from her clothes.  “On the way over here?”

 

“Can you believe it?  Actually about halfway down my block he was sneaking around in the bushes.”  Buffy grumbles as she steps back and lets Tara and Faith come out of the house.  Smiling at Tara’s mom she nods.  “We’ll try not to be out too late tonight, Mrs. Maclay.”

 

“Just be careful.”  Dianna smiles as the three girls make their way down the sidewalk, the sound of Tara’s giggles at whatever one of the slayers said making her heart happy.  Slowly shutting the door, she leans her back against it and sends a silent prayer to the Goddess that the feelings that Tara feels for Buffy aren’t for naught. 

 

***

 

“Here.  I w-want you two to try these.”  Tara hands each of the slayer’s the small vials.  “I’ve been experimenting with d-different potions that you two sh-should be able to activate.”

 

“What do they do, T-Bear?”  Faith looks curiously at the clear liquid with little flakes floating around inside it. 

 

“Put up a p-protection ring around you.  Hopefully.”  Tara grins crookedly at the two slayers.  “You’ll need to slam it into the g-ground at the same time whispering protect and they should work.  I w-want you to try them out when you get the chance t-tonight so I’ll see if it works or if I need to go b-back to the drawing board.”

 

“Why are ya’ doin’ this when we got you to protect us?”  Faith darts a smirk at Buffy before turning to the exasperated witch.

 

“I w-won’t necessarily be here all the time.”  Tara half-heartedly smacks the dark-haired slayer.  “It’ll make me f-feel better if you two have something that you can fall back on just in c-case you get hurt and/or need to get out of a tight spot.”

 

Buffy chuckles softly at Faith’s comment, actually feeling better when Tara is out on patrol with her as the witch can put up a protection spell at a moment’s notice.  But since Angel came back, her boyfriend always seems a little testy when Tara’s with her, so she’d started telling Tara that she could stay home and study during the week and go out with her on Friday’s and occasionally Saturday nights. 

 

“Okay, so we need to find some evil bastards to fight.”  Faith nods her head at the thought as she tucks the small vial in her pocket.  “How long will the spell hold up?”

 

“Hopefully for ten to fifteen minutes.  I f-figure that’ll be long enough for you to g-get away from whatever you m-might be fighting.”  Tara purses her lips as she zips the fanny pack shut again. 

 

“How long have you been working on this?”  Buffy questions curiously after tucking the vial away in her jacket pocket as they continue on their way towards the first cemetery.

 

“A little over a m-month.”  Tara shrugs and grins crookedly at the surprise on Buffy’s face.

 

“What else have you been working on?”  Buffy furrows her brows as Tara blushes lightly. 

 

“Just little things h-here and there.  Both of you are mystical beings and have magic in you.  I’m h-hoping there’s enough to activate the spells.”  Tara tucks her hands in her jacket pockets.  “If it w-works, I’m going to start some other things that might come in handy for you two.”

 

“I’ll take whatever ya’ come up with, Tare-Bear.  I ain’t proud, and anything that’ll give me an edge over these bastards I’ll be more than happy to use.”  Faith feels her lips quirk up in response to the happy smile crossing Tara’s face, her words obviously making the witch extremely happy for some reason.  Somewhat surprised when Tara impulsively hugs her, Faith cautiously returns the hug, patting the witch gently on the back, unconsciously looking towards Buffy to see the flare of jealousy and hurt cross the blonde slayer’s eyes before she turns and looks away from them. 

 

“These could come in real handy if… when we… they work.  We’ll definitely have to try them out.”  Buffy hoarsely comments stuttering over how to phrase it since they don’t know if they’ll work yet along with the confusion of the feelings streaking through her at the sight of Tara so easily reaching out to the other slayer.  “Giles would probably be more than happy to reimburse you for whatever you spend out on the ingredients, Tara.  Hell, I would be to.”

 

“We’ll see.”  Tara smiles shyly at Buffy after she steps back from Faith.

 

Buffy can’t stand it and steps up to hug Tara, sending a quick glare at Faith as the other slayer smirks at her.  Swearing the slayer knows something she doesn’t but can’t quite figure it out.  Rubbing her hands gently down Tara’s back, Buffy sighs heavily at the feeling of the soft, warm body pressing against hers for a few moments before finally stepping back.  “Come on, this isn’t getting patrol finished.  And some of us do have school tomorrow.”

 

Faith snorts and shrugs her shoulders at the partial glare she gets from the blonde slayer.  “Ain’t my fault.  Though I’m sure my ass is gonna be studying hard if Tare has anything to say about it here soon.”

 

“You better believe it.  You’re going to go to school and g-graduate.”  Tara smiles, even as she feels the flush on her cheeks from the hug she’d received from Buffy.  “Plus I d-do want to see if you two can make the spells work.”

 

“Are these kinda like the spells you place around you that we can fight through?”  Faith questions curiously as she pulls the small vial out again to look at.

 

“N-no.”  Tara sighs quietly at the thought.  “It should j-just put a protective barrier around you that you can’t fight through, but that other things can’t get to you through either.  It’s basically just something to give you a chance to g-get the heck outta dodge.”

 

“It’s all good.”  Faith nods her head at the thought. 

 

“If this works, I’ll s-see what else I can drum up for you two.”  Tara smiles quickly at Faith before turning a fuller smile on Buffy as she feels the small blonde slayer’s hand on her back rubbing it gently. 

 

“I feel like Faith does, anything that helps us out is of the good, Tara.  Thank you.”  Buffy let’s her fingers linger for a moment as they reach the witch’s hair, the soft silkiness feeling good against her fingers before she sighs and lets her hand drop as she feels a slight tingling sensation indicating a demon is getting close.  “Feels like we might get to test those out here quick.” 

 

“You wanna test yours now and let me fight ‘em, or me test it out?”  Faith looks at the large vampire striding out of the darkness towards them, not knowing if she’s happy that it isn’t Broody Britches or angry. 

 

“What do you want to do?”  Buffy tosses it back into the dark-haired slayer’s court.  Honestly not minding one way or the other which one of them goes first.  But she is curious as to whether or not it’ll work. 

 

“I got mine out.  I’ll test it first.”  Faith grunts out, striding to meet the vampire.  “But I get ta’ play first.”

 

Tara chuckles softly at the slayer’s words trailing back to them as they follow behind the dark-haired slayer.  “She’s w-worse than y-you for liking to taunt and tease them before taking them out.  Unless she’s afraid…”  Tara trails off, sighing quietly at the thought.

 

“Unless what?”  Buffy looks curiously at Tara. 

 

“When she th-thought I might get hurt, she didn’t play around last night.”  Tara admits softly. 

 

“She hasn’t hurt you since that first night, right?”  Buffy whispers softly as she leans in closer to Tara so Faith can’t hear her as the other slayer attacks the vampire.

 

“N-no, Buffy.  She didn’t mean to h-hurt me that night, and she’s apologized multiple times for it, too.”  Tara looks into searching hazel eyes, finally seeing the softening in Buffy’s eyes as the slayer nods and let’s go about what happened on Tara’s birthday.

 

“Okay.”  Buffy relaxes and smiles at Tara.  “End of that subject.  Permanently.”

 

“Thank you.”  Tara turns her gaze back to Faith as the slayer finally slams the potion into the ground and barks out the word ‘protect’.  Holding her breath, Tara watches as the vampire takes a swing at the slayer and Faith stands there without moving to see if it’ll make contact with her.  “D-don’t…”  Tara cries out, afraid that the potion won’t work and the slayer will take a hard hit. 

 

Buffy unconsciously grabs Tara’s shoulder at the witch crying out as she watches the blow glance off the slayer, breathing out a huge sigh of relief as Faith spins around grinning hugely at them as the vampire continues to try and pound the slayer into the ground, the confusion on his face obvious as his hits don’t seem to make contact and just slide off at different angles just short of their mark. 

 

“You sure I can’t hit ‘em?”  Faith questions looking at Tara, seeing the somewhat pale witch glaring at her.  “What?”

 

“What if it didn’t WORK?????”  Tara practically screams out the last word, angry that the slayer had taken that chance. 

 

“It did.”  Faith shrugs, bends over and kicks back against the vampire before spinning around watching as he goes flying back about seven yards, landing against a tombstone.  “I can hit ‘em.”

 

“I didn’t think you would be able t-to with it.”  Tara admits quietly as she and Buffy make their way towards Faith as the dark-haired slayer pulls out the stake and strides towards the vampire, kneeling by the semi-conscious demon and staking him. 

 

“Hot damn!”  Faith jumps up and grins hugely as she spins the stake around in her hand and tucks it back away.  “Fuck, Tare-Bear.  This is great.  They can’t hurt me, but I can kick their ass even if you’re not here.  This’ll be great if we get in a tight fit, or against some big, really old fucker.”  Faith’s eyes become distant and her voice low and guttural towards the end as she thinks about Kakistos.  “That bastard’ll never know what hit him.”  She snarls out loud unconsciously as she thinks about taking out the vampire she knows is somewhere on his way to Sunnydale.  He has a score to settle with her, and she knows he won’t give up until one of them is dead.

 

“Faith?”  Tara questions softly, seeing the anger gleaming in the slayer’s eyes.  Knowing what she’s thinking about since Giles had briefed them on what happened to the slayer, but Faith hadn’t said anything to her yet and she doesn’t know how she would react if she found out they all already knew about the old vampire hunting down the slayer.

 

Faith shakes off her anger as she hears the soft questioning tones of the witch.  Slowly coming back and looking into worried blue eyes, she runs a hand roughly through her hair.  “I gotta tell ya’ guys that some really, really old bastard is after me.  I don’t know when he’ll show up, but he ain’t exactly happy with me and he’s lookin’ to get even.”

 

“Then we’ll talk about him, research everything we can find out about him and then kick his old, stinky ass when he shows up.”  Buffy let’s the words rumble out of her chest, seeing the surprise and… respect finally flaring in brown eyes watching her.  “It’s not just the Chosen One anymore, Faith.”

 

“Chosen Two?”  Faith’s lips curl up into a smile as she stares at the other slayer, honestly having felt like second fiddle with the way her watcher had went on and on about Buffy, but here is the slayer to end all slayers putting her on the same level. 

 

“Damn right.”  Buffy nods her head, holding her hand out as she keeps eye contact with Faith.  The truce offered, even knowing that the two of them will probably butt heads more often than not, but a silent promise exchanged that they’ll work on being friends if not for Tara, because they’re stronger together than separate. 

 

Tara bites her bottom lip as she feels a streak of happiness flow through her as she notices the acceptance of the two women for each other, and the surprising lessening of anger, hurt and hatred in the dark-haired slayer’s aura. 

 

“Fuck, yeah.”  Faith grins, accepting the hand and shaking it firmly.  “Come on, girlfriend.  We gotta check out and make sure that magic potion works for you, too.  Hey, why’d it let us touch?”  Faith questions Tara curiously as she looks from where they’re grasping hands to Tara.

 

“She isn’t trying to h-harm you, it only w-works when someone’s trying to hurt you.  Plus it’s been close to ten minutes, so…”  Tara shrugs and grins crookedly at the two slayers. 

 

“We’ll have to play with this a little more when we get the chance.”  Buffy pulls her vial out and looks at it curiously, grinning at the soft laughter coming from Tara and the chortle from Faith. 

 

“I wonder…”  Tara turns contemplative as she looks at the vial and up into Buffy’s intent eyes.  Shrugging, she grins crookedly.  “I was just w-wondering if it might protect you two from injury while you’re training.”

 

“But if we aren’t meaning to hurt each other, it probably won’t work, right?”  Buffy points out the flaw in Tara’s thought, hating to say it but knowing she has to.  Seeing the witch’s grin turn down and her shoulders droop, Buffy steps up to wrap her arm around Tara’s waist.  “It was a good thought, and it would be great if it did, that way we could go full out against each other to get a really good work out, but I won’t complain if it won’t.  If it protects us the rest of the time, that’s of the good.”

 

“Definitely of the good.  Don’t worry or get upset about it, Tare.  You did a good thing here, don’t let the other thought get ya’ down.  It wasn’t somethin’ you planned on it doin’ to begin with.”  Faith decides to try and lighten the sad light in Tara’s eyes as she darts a glance at Buffy who’s still got her arm wrapped around the witch’s waist.  Wiggling her eyebrows at the witch she looks obviously at Buffy before smirking at Tara.  Laughing outright at the huge blush coming up on Tara’s face.

 

Buffy turns and looks at the laughing slayer, furrowing her brows at the laughter before turning back to look at a blushing Tara.  “Did I miss something?”  Buffy steps back, raises her hands and rolls her eyes as Faith laughs even harder as Tara groans and covers her face.  “What?”

 

“N-nothing.”  Tara steps up and smacks Faith on the shoulder.  “You need to behave.”

 

“Not possible.  Ain’t no fun behavin’.”  Faith smirks and starts to swagger as she heads towards the cemetery exit.  “Come on, girlfriends.  We got a patrol to finish.”

 

Tara cautiously looks at Buffy, seeing the curious look in her eyes, Tara whimpers.  “She was j-just being her.”  Tara finally shrugs as Buffy groans and does a half eye-roll.

 

“I have a feeling Faith being herself is going to be enough to drive everyone crazy.”  Buffy grumbles as she stays close to Tara as they make their way out of the cemetery after the dark-haired slayer.

 

“Probably.”  Tara giggles at the thought, gently bouncing her shoulder off Buffy’s as they both start to laugh at the thought.

 

***

 

Chapter 16

 

Faith glares as the pile of books grow larger and larger on the table in the library.  Two weeks after running into Tara at the Bronze and moving in with the witch and her mother the Watcher’s Council has finally manufactured some kind of papers for her and she has to start studying for tests in all the main subjects so they can place her in the proper classes. 

 

“I’ll be more than happy to help you study during the day while Tara is in class then Tara can take over during the evenings.”  Giles unconsciously steps back as Faith literally growls loudly at him as he places the last of the books on the table in front of her.  Pulling the glasses off, he starts to clean them as he looks down at the floor.  “I’ve taken the liberty of ordering study sheets, workbooks and have talked with the different teachers for them to give us quizzes and tests for you to take as you make your way through the chapters.”

 

“Fuck me.”  Faith snarls her lip up as she glares at the piles of science, history, math, English and God only knows what other texts.  Honestly, she’d always enjoyed history and science when she did go to school.  English she was so-so on and math usually left her confused and angry.  Snatching one of the history books off the pile she flips through it, she has a thing for remembering dates and honestly can remember just about anything history wise, even stuff she had learned back in first grade is still floating around in her head.  Finally looking up at Giles, she sighs heavily.  “I’ll probably be okay with the history and science shit, tweed.  But math and English’ll probably kick my ass.”

 

Giles slowly smiles at the admittance coming from the slayer, having seen her grades and noticed that the young woman had a good learning curve in her history and science classes with math giving her a serious problem and English being kind of around the average grade-wise.  “Not to demean you in any way, but Buffy had some serious problems with math, also.  But Tara was able to help her immensely in helping her to understand it.  I don’t doubt that she’ll be able to help it make sense to you, also.”

 

“She’s real smart, ain’t she?”  Faith questions seriously, looking up at the Watcher.  Tara ain’t never said anythin’, but I can tell.  She’s got intelligence practically comin’ outta her pores.”

 

Giles chuckles and pulls out a chair, sitting across from the slayer.  “Yes, she is.  But because of her home life before moving here, she missed so much school that her grades suffered because of it.  When she was in class and able to take the tests and do the reports, she pulled down straight A’s, but because of missing other quizzes, tests and reports, she averaged C’s.  I think that’s something that really bother’s the young woman.”

 

“Between me and you, if those bastards ever show up here, they’re gonna learn ta’ not pick on a woman ever again.”  Faith warns softly, her voice deadly, surprised when she sees a flare of anger and hears a low growl coming from the Watcher.

 

“You’ll have to get in line.”  Giles warns in even a more deadly voice.  “I’ll string those two bastards up by their balls then work my way through my weapons alphabetically.”

 

Faith slowly smirks and nods towards the old man.  “Fuck, yeah.  Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

 

Giles returns the smirk and sets his glasses back on the table.  Rubbing a hand over his eyes he sighs quietly.  “We really need to start your studying right now.  But first I want to ask you, would you like to take a practice test for each subject to see how you’ll do and then us work on your weaker subjects or do you want to study for a week or two and then test?”

 

Faith growls as she rubs the back of her neck with one hand while tapping her fingers on the history book in front of her with the other one.  “Let me read through some of these books first on history and science, maybe have Tara help me out with the math and English and then take a test.  I don’t wanna feel any stupider than I already do by taking a test now and flunkin’ it so bad they’ll send me back to second grade.”

 

“I somehow doubt that, but we’ll do as you wish.  I picked up a lot of notebooks, pens and pencils for you to use and make notes with.  I’ll get them for you along with a soda if you want?”  Giles offers as he stands, not having much else he can do now that he’s pulled all the books and the slayer is wanting to read and study what she has. 

 

“Yeah, sounds good.  Thanks, Tweed.”  Faith starts sorting through the books, stacking them up from the ninth grade texts to the twelfth grade texts and sorting them by subject.  Sighing heavily at the stacks, she grabs down the ninth grade History text and flips it open to the first page and starts reading, unconsciously accepting the soda the Watcher hands her along with the pens and paper, flipping open the notebook and making notes automatically.

 

Giles steps back away from the table, watching somewhat surprised as the slayer works her way methodically through the history book, taking notes while reading, the woman starting off slowly and gradually working her way quicker through the book.  Silently wondering if the ‘hard, bad-assed’ slayer actually enjoys history, or possibly school given the chance.  Frowning, he makes his way back to his office and pulls out the file on the slayer and settles down at his desk, deciding to actually read the file instead of skimming it and concentrating on the more recent happenings to research her past a little more.

 

***

 

“Hey, sweetie.”  Tara whispers as she settles in the chair beside Faith, not wanting to surprise the slayer as normally Faith would look up and smile at her whenever she’d come into the library, but today the dark-haired slayer seemed engrossed in what she’s doing and not aware of her being there. 

 

Faith blinks as it finally registers on her that Tara’s there.  Shaking her head she looks up at the clock and unconsciously straightens her back, groaning quietly.  “Eatin’ lunch?”

 

“Planning on it, if you’re going to join me?”  Tara grins crookedly as Faith focuses in on her, having seen that the slayer seemed to be already halfway through the history book she’s looking at. 

 

Slapping the notebook into the history book and standing up, she nods her head as she rolls her neck, grunting as it pops.  “I’m hungry and I don’t think Tweed thought to order food in today.”

 

“Come on.  Mom g-gave me extra money for our lunch since they’re having pizza today.”  Tara grins at the slayer, the pizza actually good at the school. 

 

“Good.  I could eat about ten or fifteen of the slices.”  Faith rubs her growling stomach.

 

“More like twenty or thirty.”  Tara laughs as she hears the slayer’s stomach grumbling loudly. 

 

“Yeah, probably.”  Faith chuckles as she hurries out of the library, Tara on her heels as they make their way towards the cafeteria.  “If I get any smart-assed comments from anybody, I’m gonna knock ‘em on their ass.”

 

“You won’t.  I’ll give them the e-evil eye.”  Tara jokes, laughing as Faith snorts and rolls her eyes at her. 

 

“Yeah, that’ll work.  Your evil eye is about as good as my innocent look.”  Faith grins back as Tara bounces her shoulder gently against hers. 

 

“Has Snyder stopped in today?”  Tara questions curiously as they step into the cafeteria, her eyes automatically going to the table where Buffy, Willow and Xander were sitting, waving to the group to let them know they’ll be there in a couple minutes as they head towards the short line.

 

“Not yet, little fuckin’ twerp.”  Faith growls at the thought of the little prick bastard.  Really not liking the man and knowing for a fact that nobody else liked the Principal.

 

“Faith!”  Tara hisses softly to the slayer, rolling her eyes at the smirk Faith tosses her way as the slayer turns back to the cafeteria helper and tells them to give her fifteen pieces of pizza.  The worker does a double-take but does as asked and then looks to Tara.  “Just one.”  Tara smiles shyly as she accepts the plate with a piece of pizza on it as she goes by and grabs a small salad and an apple juice.  Paying for their lunches, Tara follows Faith towards the table that the rest of the group always uses. 

 

Faith smirks as Buffy reaches over and automatically flips around a chair for her.  “Thanks.” 

 

“Anytime.”  Buffy pats the empty chair on her other side and motions Tara to it.  “How goes the great studying expedition?”

 

Tara purses her lips and refuses to look at Faith as she uncovers her salad, hearing the low growl coming from the slayer.

 

“Got about three dozen friggin’ books to go through.”  Faith snarls as she folds one of the rectangular pieces of pizza and shoves half of it in her mouth biting it off and chewing viciously. 

 

“Oh, man.  That sucks.”  Xander commiserates with the dark-haired slayer.

 

“We’ll help her through it.”  Tara smiles at Faith.

 

“Yeah, I heard you’re pretty good with helpin’ us weak-minded slayers with math.”  Faith snorts at the kick she receives from Buffy under the table.  “What?  Hit a little close ta’ home, did it B?”

 

“Hit the nail on the head, F.”  Buffy growls at the slayer.  Tara helped me out a lot with math.  She explains it so it actually makes sense to me and I remember how to do the problems.  So, I don’t doubt that she’ll be able to help you.”

 

“We’re selling candy for the school band, would you like to buy some?”

 

Faith grunts and looks at the girl with a flute case tucked under her arm and carrying a large box of candy.  Knowing she doesn’t have the money for the junk food, she shakes her head, not surprised to see Xander and Willow putting their heads together as they pool their money to see if they can buy some. 

 

“I think I have some money…”  Buffy digs in her pocket and pulls some cash out.  “Mom likes the candy bars with the almonds in them.”

 

“How many?”  Michelle smiles as she looks at the group.  “They’re two dollars each.”

 

“I’ll take five of them.”  Buffy grumbles, pulling out a ten dollar bill and handing it to the girl and accepting the five candy bars after the flute player digs through the boxes to give her the right kind of candy bars.  Tossing the candy into her book bag, she chuckles as she watches Xander and Willow grumbling back and forth before Willow finally hands him the money.

 

“Straight up chocolate.”  Xander grins goofily as he hands four dollars to the girl and gives one of them to Willow as he unwraps and starts munching on one.

 

“Thanks!”  Michelle tucks the money away in the envelope before hurrying away to the next table.

 

“You actually gonna give them to your mom, B?  Or are ya’ gonna be snackin’ on ‘em later?”  Faith smirks at the slayer even as she grabs another one of her pieces of pizza and starts to munch on it as she gets a glare from the blonde slayer.

 

“They’re for mom.  I’m in the dog house for breaking her favorite coffee mug.  Which I’m really upset that I couldn’t find another one like it at the store, so sweet, sugary goodness can’t go wrong.”  Buffy grumbles before finishing off her milk.

 

“You should have said something, I can look on-line and see if we can find a replacement one.”  Willow offers, grinning at Buffy. 

 

“That’s okay.  I think she’s about finished grumbling, I only got a heavy sigh from her this morning when she pulled down another mug to drink her coffee from.”  Buffy grins as she hears the quiet giggle coming from Tara.  “Let me guess, you heard about it from your mom?”

 

“Yep.”  Tara giggles again, actually having heard it from both her mom and Joyce as Joyce laughingly told her about how Buffy had been walking on eggshells around the house and doing extra cleaning as a serious suck up. 

 

Faith snorts softly, having heard the whole story, too.  Buffy still doesn’t have a clue about the fact that her mom and Tara’s mom were dating each other and neither she nor Tara are willing to enlighten the other slayer about that fact.  Things having actually relaxed between them quite a bit, of course the vampire deciding to head out of town again for some reason or another was seriously helpful to that point.

 

Buffy hears the snort and growls as she half-heartedly slaps the thigh beside her, chuckling as Faith grins at her.  “There’s something not right about the fact that you guys know when I’m in trouble.”  Buffy pouts as the whole group at the table busts out laughing.  “Figures, no respect.”  Buffy drops her head down to the table, a soft smile crossing her face as a gentle hand rubs across her back.

 

“Poor Buffy.”  Tara chuckles as Buffy turns her head and grins at her.  “Are you two going to train tonight, or is operation s-study in effect?”  Tara questions curiously looking from Buffy’s twinkling hazel eyes to Faith’s smirking countenance.

 

“I think I’d rather train and go on patrol tonight.  If I’m gonna be studyin’ in the library every day, and havin’ ya’ help me with my math and English, I should be good.  I’ll try an’ alternate out what I’m workin’ on.  I’m doing a History text right now.”  Faith admits, picking up another slice of pizza, having demolished the majority of them and is now down to three.

 

“You don’t w-want to overdo it, either.”  Tara points out softly.  “Make sure you take breaks, okay sweetie?”

 

Buffy chuckles at the growl coming from Faith.  “Now, sweetie…”  Buffy yelps as a hard smack catches her on the thigh, before she starts laughing harder at the disgusted look coming from Faith. 

 

“Ain’t fuckin’ sweet.”  Faith snarls, glaring at Buffy before darting a quick smile at Tara.  Turning back to her pizza as Tara grins crookedly at her, knowing the witch realizes they aren’t serious.

 

“Yes, you are.  Tara says you’re a sweetie…”  Buffy snorts and bounces up out of the chair so Faith misses with her next swipe.  “I’ll see you at the end of school.  Feel like a little hand to hand today?”

 

“Sure.”  Faith grunts out, nodding her head as Buffy trots away as the warning bell rings, watching as the rest of the group gather up their belongings amidst talking and laughing.  When Tara slips into Buffy’s chair and leans towards her, Faith looks at her questioningly as she shoves the last bite of pizza in her mouth. 

 

“I just want to thank you for working things out with Buffy.”  Tara admits smiling somewhat shyly as she wraps her arm around Faith’s shoulders and hugs her gently.  “Thank you.”

 

“Ahh, Tare.  It ain’t that much of a biggie.  She’s actually pretty cool when ya’ get her away from brood boy, and she gets that stick outta her ass.”  Faith mumbles, slightly embarrassed at the hug.  She’d been getting more used to Tara’s displays of affection, as the witch was always rubbing someone on the back, arm or shoulder or giving them hugs.  It’s just the way she is, and she’d learned to actually enjoy the small displays of affection. 

 

“Yeah, she is, isn’t she?”  Tara grins crookedly and stands, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Faith’s head.  “Make sure you make notes of anything you need help with, or have questions on.”  Tara orders as she backs away, realizing if she doesn’t hurry, she’ll be late for class as the cafeteria had already emptied out. 

 

“Go, girl.  Don’t want ya’ to get in trouble with little prick.”  Faith orders nodding to Tara’s suggestion even as she waves the witch out of the cafeteria.  Chuckling as Tara grins at her before turning to jog out the double doors.  Gathering her dirty dishes and tray, Faith strides towards the trashcan as she thinks about the witch, and in turn Buffy.  Tare’s feelings for Buffy were practically there for anyone with two eyes to see, and yet Buffy still doesn’t have a clue.  Hell, actually none of the group seems to see it. 

 

Shaking her head at the group and their lack of ability to see what’s right there, she makes her way back to the library, silently wondering what she can do now, to maybe make Buffy jealous as the small blonde had relaxed and didn’t seem to get so irritated with her anymore after they’d called the truce.  Short of actually walking around with her arm wrapped around Tara, or holding hands and kissing her, she doesn’t think Buffy would get her fur in an uproar anymore.  And Tara would definitely do or say something to her, if she started doing that.  The witch would probably nail her hide to the wall for playing games, truth told.  Chuckling at the thought of the quiet, shy blonde that will blast her in a heartbeat now, if she does something wrong.  Actually happy to see the woman standing up for what she thinks. 

 

“Now, we gotta get ya’ to say or do somethin’ with B.”  Faith mumbles under her breath as she slips into the library, unconsciously looking for the Watcher, waving to him as he looks out from the stacks to see who it was that walked in.  Chuckling as he waves and grins at her before disappearing again.  “Fuckin’ weird group of people we got here.  That’s for damn sure.”

 

Settling back down at the table, Faith pulls the text back in front of her, flipping it open and pulling her notepad back beside it as she prepares to go back to work.

 

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