Title: Apples, Trees and Roots
Disclaimer: J.K. and Joss own all. I own battered copies of their collected works.
Spoilers: Season 7, book 5, my ficlet Numb the Pain.
Summary: Faith never thought shed become somebodys family or The collected Black family reacts to the news of their newest misplaced member.
A/N: I was never originally going to go back to the verse established in Numb the Pain, mainly because it was a one-off. It took me years to write it. But every once in a while, you get a nudge about an old story and the What-ifs pop up.
The first few are little ficlets about Faith's side of the family, before getting into the whole Black heir nonsense. Mainly because my media player was on random, and these songs actually popped up while I was writing. Spooky and yet fitting.
Apples, Trees and Roots The Best of Times
Apples, Trees and Roots
The Best of Times
The most her ma ever said about her dad was that he liked fast cars and good-time girls. Then one night when Marni Lehane was in a chemo-riddled ball of agony, she'd confessed to nine year old Faith that she'd been conceived in the backseat of a '73 Pontiac GTO in the summer of '82 to the Styx song The Best of Times. Marni had gone on about that car - which she and her 'cousin' had won playing pool back in the summer of '80 and how Marni's no good brothers had tried more than once to steal it from her - for a half an hour before remembering shed meant to talk about Faith's father.
"He tried to hide it, ya know? But I could tell he was a rich boy slummin', oh, but Faithie, baby, he was worth it to get you," Marni laughed sadly. "Had to sell that GTO to your Uncle Jimmy though, that little sniveling bastard. He wrecked it not a week after his check cleared. Stupid drunk."
But Marni had never told Faith that she'd lost more than her precious GTO when she'd gotten knocked up by a rich foreign boy who never came back for her. Her strict Irish Catholic parents had kicked her out of the house at nineteen, and she'd picked up smoking to keep herself skinny to get good tips at the local diner she'd worked at nightly while her baby girl slept in the back supply room because she couldn't afford a sitter. And that vanity would end up costing her life in the long run. Or that every scumbag boyfriend of hers had been a poor replacement for Sirius. It had really been the best of times, back when Marni had been free to be a good-time girl cruising around in a fast car.