Faith's POV
What am I gonna do?
She's lying in that hospital bed in the room they put her in for her to recover.
What am I gonna do if she doesn't wake up? They made me wait out here, in the chair outside her room. If they hadn't insisted I stay out then I'd be in there now, sitting by her bed waiting for her to wake up. I don't know what I'm gonna do if she...
My head drops into my hands and I feel like I'm gonna cry.
No, I can't think like that. She WILL wake up. She WILL get better... and I'm gonna be there when she does. She has to be okay, she just has to be. No matter what else might be going on between us, I don't want her to be hurt. I don't want her to...
God I don't even want to think it. She's the woman I... I care about her too much to want her to... She obviously trusts me now. She wouldn't have given me my old knife back if she didn't. But I can't forget what she did, no matter how much I might want to. When she gets better I'll have to leave. Leave before we get to the talking thing, and the forgiveness thing, which of course leads to the making up, and... you know, the making out.
Which sounds all well and good but that's not what we need. I told B that whatever went down wouldn't change anything between us and I meant it. We still have to deal with what happened, no matter how beat up she is. I'll be here for her until she wakes up and then I'll bail. It's what I'm good at.
I look up at the door to Buffy's recovery room and my eyes get watery.
Things are really screwed up aren't they? What if I never get a chance to tell her how I really...
"Sir... sir..."
My slayer hearing perks up unexpectedly.
"What was so important?"
Those voices... I know them from somewhere.
"They're here."
"They?"
The vampires... the ones who murdered Riley.
"The two of them."
I wipe the tears from my eyes.
"You're not giving me enough info Dave. Who's here?"
What are they doing here?
I look down the hall they're about 30 feet away.
"The slayers, they are both here."
"What? How?"
"They went to fight Adam."
"And?"
"He's dead."
"Damn it."
"But all is not lost. Apparently one of them took a real beating. She's lying in a hospital room down the hall. We stopped the internal bleeding for the moment, but if you need her to she could have... complications."
Evil doctors, the doctors here are evil. What are they gonna do to her?
"What are you waiting for? Why haven't you done it already?"
"We were waiting for you John."
I stand up and look at the door to Buffy's room.
They're going to hurt her, I have to do something.
"Let's go."
They're coming to kill her. I have to get her out of here while I still can. She's still hurt and I can't fight off the entire hospital staff and keep her safe.
I burst into Buffy's room.
She's still alive... the heart monitor's beeping away.
I rush to her side and check her over.
Her ribs are still broken, I think, and her leg is still hurt but I'm pretty sure they weren't lying about stopping the internal bleeding. We have to get out of here. The window, I can get her out of here through the window.
I run over to the window and try to punch through it, it doesn't shatter.
Damn it, where's that incredible strength I had when I killed Adam?
I punch it again and it only wobbles.
Crap, it must be some kind of Plexiglas or something.
I look at Buffy, lying in the hospital bed.
I'll get you out of here, I promise. I need something to help me break the window.
I pick up the chair next to her bed by the backrest. I try and smash the window with it but it doesn't break.
I have to get her some place safe.
I hit it again and it starts to crack.
I thought she'd be safe here.
I hit it again harder.
I was wrong.
I hit it harder and it cracks more.
It's my fault.
I hit it again.
It's my fault that she's in danger and now I have to save her from it.
I hit it one more time and it shatters. I throw the chair aside and rush to Buffy's side.
"Buffy?"
She doesn't move.
"I'm gonna get you somewhere safe, I promise."
I take all the monitors off her. I pick her up and rush her to the window as someone comes through the door. I jump up on the main floor window sill look back at the vampires at the door.
"Get her!"
Not gonna happen.
I jump out the window clutching Buffy to me, protecting her.
Spike's POV
"Willy! Give me another one."
"Sure thing sport."
He comes over with the blood and vodka, pouring me another.
"I told you not to call me sport."
"My bad Spike, but then again... what are you gonna do if I keep doin it? Bite me?"
I grab him by the collar and pull him to me till we're face to game face.
"No... but I still know a few demons in this town who, if I beat them up enough, won't mind tearing you apart."
"Exnay on the port snay."
I let go and he straightens up.
"So... Adam's on the dung heap is he?"
"That's the word from the big and nasty."
"Bollocks, I guess that means I don't have to keep saving for that chipectomy I was hoping for."
"I guess not... I guess you're not gonna be going all big and bad any time soon."
I glare at him evil like.
"No, suppose not."
I down the drink in one shot.
"Oh yeah, that's the stuff. Gimme another."
He pours another one and then gets called away by a demon.
"Hey..."
He stops.
"Leave the bottles."
He sets the bottles down and goes to serve the other demon. I start pouring myself a new drink.
So, what do I do now? Adam's dead. I've lost my chance to go frolicking through the park, have myself a happy little massacre. Lost my chance to dance on the slayer's grave after I suck the marrow from her bones and drain her of every last blood cell.
Ah well, life's a bitch and her name is BUFFY. So... what do I do now? Do I go to John and see if I can get in on all the death and destruction of the coming Omega apocalypse?
I take another drink and start pouring a new one.
Omega apocalypse? Isn't that a little redundant? I mean omega stands for the end and an apocalypse is all about bringing everything to an end so... yeah I guess it is a little redundant.
I down another drink.
Bah, John bugs the hell out of me. I don't know how I sired such a ponce. Following that idiot Omega, doing all his dirty work... screwing with the slayers and all that like some kind of, well... ponce.
I must admit though screwing with the slayers is rather enjoyable. Though I bet screwing the slayers is a lot more fun, at least according to Angelus. I'd love a go with that Faith chick. She looks like she's good for a tumble. But she would never give me the time of day, not that I'd want one with the attitude on her.
She'd probably just do me to find out what Buffy felt when she boned Angel. Slayers these days do seem to have a thing for making it with vampires. But then Faith would probably just stake me afterwards. She seems just that impulsive. Wouldn't want me bragging to all my friends, and I would brag. Banging a slayer isn't something that happens every day.
No I'm guessing I'd have a better chance with Buffy, and she hates my guts.
I take another drink and pour a new one, downing it quickly.
But then she did give me that kiss I'm trying SO hard to forget. Faith was kinda put off by the whole thing though. I can't quite figure out what's between those two birds. I should go find out. At least with them I get to kill things... some of the time. But then I'd have to leave these wonderful drinks of mine.
I pour myself another.