Last chapter, everybody. Thanks for sticking with it, you rascals, you. I added a new one-shot, 'Pride'. Check it out. And I'll be adding another one shot and a story sometime soon, if anybody's interested, so Author Alert me if you want. Don't forget to check out the other BtVS ones I've got already.

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4 months later

"Dawnie! Speedy teleport mail for ya!" Kennedy throws the letter up high, and Dawn catches it on the way down.

She sees the little drawing on the back and grins.

Xander sees it too and a boyish smile brightens his face.

"Stick people will never be outdated, mark my words." He quips.

And though he runs to answer the telephone, she nods in agreement then nestles herself into the couch.

No need to run upstairs and hide the words from others.

The paper is slightly yellowed and holds a mild scent.

Humid, like morning dew on the grass.

Musk, like the heavy atmosphere of a forest.

Smoke, like the cigarettes Faith smokes.

Perfume, like the kind Buffy uses.

She holds it to her nose and breathes in deep and smiles.

It's different, but a part of it smells like home, and home is not just a place, it's the people.

She opens it and begins to read.

Dear Dawn,

I know she's gonna call you in a few minutes, but you know me, I like doing things the complicated way. I'd rather write a letter than give you a few words that don't mean shit over a plastic encased piece of technology. Cramps on my vintage style, you know?

(You think everything you do is vintage, she thinks with rolling eyes.)

So Red's teleported us to some shithole place in the middle of nowhere. Okay, just kidding, apparently I can't say that kind of shit. Gotta respect the dead and whatnot.

(As if.)

As if, right? So we're at some Aztec ruins, searching for that new demon god. Terminate it and all the good Slayer stuff. This place gives me the creeps like you wouldn't know, Squirt. Reminds me of my old place in Boston a little bit, what with the cracks and the mold on the walls...Okay. Stopping with the bad thoughts. Sorry.

We're just staked out here until it shows up. Buffy's busy talking to Sarah and her beau, cause I told her she wasn't allowed to distract me while I'm writing to you. And I'm not even gonna begin telling you about how she distracts me. Yum.

("Oh gross." Dawn mutters.)

Tell Willow thanks for bringing Sarah's girl back to her; it's really fucking awesome to see all of us so happy. We do look alike, it's kinda freaky, but I guess we've all seen freakier things. It's a good thing we don't all look exactly alike, else we'd be having some problems foreal. She's fun, we get along tight and we're planning on pulling a few pranks on B and Sarah sometime during this trip. Now those two are really similar. Both stubborn as hell, and always arguing with each other...me and Eliza (Sarah's girl) just sit, share a few smokes, and just watch the show. They're just fucking hilarious to watch. Better than cable.

They spend so much time trying to outwit each other, it's great. Me and E are gonna start a pool of money and see who beats who in the smarts department. I think X-man wanted in, too, so we'll get him to chip in later, though I bet it'll get his horny panties in a twist. Even now, they're picking at each other's ideas on how to properly kill the big bad. Oh, and there's E giving me the 'please save me' look.

(Note to self: Give some money to Faith for the wit battle when they return, and stay far away from Xander when it happens.)

You know, the last letter I wrote to you was a little over 4 months ago.

(She knows.)

It was tough then, and it's unbelievable just how much was fixed up since then. Me and Buffy...Sarah and Eliza...moving back to L.A...moving back in with you lot...Everything's changed. I wasn't sure if it was gonna work out, Squirt, I really just didn't know. But I don't have any doubts now. It's a nice feeling, feeling sure about myself and my life, and all this; being with your sister, it was worth all the shit that I had to plow through. It hurt and it was rough and there were more than just a few times when I was planning on topping myself. Just getting it over with and dying. But this, this was worth it. I've never been happier.

(Dawn is certain that Faith deserved it.)

I love her, Dawn. I never stopped and even if I had to wrestle a thousand more alligators naked to get to her, I would. At the beginning I was cold. Harsh. The old wound wasn't ready to heal just yet, and she'll tell you just how hard it was to get me to sleep in the bed with her. Took about 2 weeks and a hundred thousand of her tears. I didn't ask for the tears, I just needed the time. Sometimes we still fight, I say she's being a selfish snob, and she calls me an irresponsible brat. But I love her. She knows that. And the best part of all is that she loves me, and I know it now.

I know it. I don't doubt it anymore.

I don't have to.

(You never had to, she thinks.)

Can't wait to get back there, Bitesize, even if it's been a week, I still miss you. Keep safe, kiddo, I don't know what either of us would do if you got yourself in trouble.

Sarah and Eliza and your fucking beautiful - and beautifully fuckable - sister says hi.

(Hi back.)

Always in my heart,

Faith

P.S. You're still the key to my heart, Squirt, and I swear you're bazillion times more gorgeous than her.

P.P.S. Don't tell.

(She wont.)

END.

In case some of you still need some clearing up, the P.S. and P.P.S.; Faith was just joking. Anyways, go click that review button.