Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it belongs to that genius guy Joss Whedon and those crazy folks over at Mutant Enemy, etc etc.

Author Note: Okay, only a really, really short chapter, but I wanted to get something up and let you all know what's going on. My Internet is being threatened, and I might not have access to it for a while, depending on what happens in the next few days. So I wanted to let you all know that I wont be updating for a while. I have no idea how long, but hopefully it won't be too long. Sorry for the delay in getting this up, and for how incredibly short it is. But it's better than leaving you all hanging right? Anyway, hope you enjoy it, no matter how small it is.

With a Smile on her Face

Chapter Four

Buffy was pretty happy with herself and how her life was going. With the help of Faith, the Scooby gang had taken care of a cult of female demons (she wanted to say the Sisterhood of Joe, but with the way her memory was, she was pretty sure she had it wrong) and thwarted them in their attempts at creating yet another Apocalypse. Sure, the battle was tough, but in the end everyone came out okay, so who was she to complain? And making sure Faith was included, that was just a plus.

They had been going on nightly patrols together for weeks now, never missing a night, and Buffy was certain that Faith was warming up to her more every night. Currently, they where strolling through one of the many Sunnydale cemeteries, and Faith – for some reason – just wouldn't stop pressing her on her relationship with Xander.

"Seriously B," Faith said. "I mean sure, he's not exactly Mr. Hunk, but he's not that bad looking. You're telling me you've never giving Xander a good roll in the grass? Not even thought about it?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you? Never. Ever. Not in a million years. Xander's my friend. I would never do that with him."

"Prude." Faith mocked.

"Slut." Buffy shot back.

Faith looked at her wickedly, grinning, and Buffy found herself admiring the girl's sexy dimples. Before she could question that, Faith spoke: "You bet I am B. You know my philosophy. Want. Take. Have. I don't care about anything else."

"Not anything?" Buffy questioned. She found it kind of sad that all Faith cared about was herself (what could have happened to her that would make her this close guarded?) and once again vowed to break through her sister Slayers walls.

"Not really."

"What about family?" Buffy asked, wondering for the first time why she hadn't even thought to ask Faith about her family before now. She wanted to slap herself for being so heartless and ignorant. She went on. "Friends? Anything?"

"Family is overrated." Faith stated. "All I need is a bed, some weapons and food and I'm good to go. Slay. Sex. Food. Sleep."

"I don't know how you do it," Buffy said truthfully. "When my parents split and my dad left, I didn't know what to do. Everything was wrong. Then we moved and everything changed and I had to adjust to everything. I almost couldn't handle it. I wouldn't have if it wasn't for my mum and my friends."

"You don't see your dad anymore?" Faith asked, and she sounded genuinely curious.

"Sometimes," Buffy admitted. "But not as often as I'd like. He doesn't really have tine. It makes me angry sometimes. It's like he doesn't care. Even when I'm with him it always feels like it's a chore for him. I'm just this little annoyance he has to put up with. We were supposed to go to an ice show for my birthday, but he had to work, apparently. I was kind of almost glad…in a way. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to see him, but at the same time I was relieved that I wouldn't have to…you know?"

"Not really." Faith swirled her stake in her hand as she spoke. "It sounds way too complicated for me B. I don't get the family thing. It's just a bunch of people you were born into. It doesn't really matter. They don't really matter. All that matters is you Buffy."

Buffy looked sidelong at Faith, appraising her. "That kind of made sense…in a dark, depressing kind of way."

Faith chuckled. "Maybe so, but it doesn't stop it from being true B."

"So what about your family?" Buffy asked.

Faith paused, looking at her feet for a moment, obviously wondering how to word her answer, but when she looked up her words died on her lips and she merely pointing, a familiar smirk lighting up her features. Buffy looked over her shoulder and spotted the Vampires (or were they overgrown Bumblebees with swords, she couldn't tell) not too far from them. She sighed.

"No rest for the bone wrenchingly tired." Buffy groaned.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Faith returned.

The two Slayers charged into action, and when all was said and done (including the one vamp that was separate from the rest, though clearly part of the gang) they relaxed again, their conversation forgotten. Faith examined a minor wound on her arm as Buffy dropped into a crouch to examine the two swords (one long, one short) the last vampire dropped.

"Check it out," Buffy said, nodding at the weapons.

Faith glanced down at them and then shrugged. "I've got better."

Buffy laughed. "I didn't mean we should keep them." She went on. "You think these things mean anything?"

"Like what?" Faith asked sarcastically.

Buffy shrugged. "I don't know. Think we should take them and show them to Giles?"

"He's your watcher." Faith dismissed.

"Not really." Buffy said, standing and testing out the abandoned swords. "Fired remember?"

"Right." Faith stretched seductively. "Who cares anyway? We done for tonight?"

"Yeah," Buffy replied. "I'm beat."


Now, this is where things change dramatically. Obviously, the events mentioned at the start of the chapter are from the episode 'the Zeppo' and this whole chapter is an extended and alternate 'Bad Girls' opening. This is where things change and from here on we have the domino effect.

I'll see you all when I can safely start posting again. Sorry about this.