A/N: Okay so I'm not too positive where this story is going, but the idea has been kicking around in the back of my head until I found it to hard to ignore so I figured I'd get it out. And what better way to get it out than share it with all you wonderful people. So here it is. Let me know what you think.

A/N 2: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I just play around with the characters sometimes.

Faith

I hate being in love. It's one of the least wicked situations I've ever been in. What's even worse is being in love with someone who will never love you back. Sitting back watching the person you love pine for someone else, someone not even alive is what really sucks. Here I am again sitting on the bed of my motel listening to Buffy go on and on about Angel. Every since that whole thing with Gwendolyn Post sitch she has been trying it seems she has been trying to get closer together. So after school she's in my room sitting on the edge of my bed talking about him. What irks me the most is that I can't bring myself to tell her to shut up. I remember when I first realized that I might have some sort of feelings for Buffy. It was my first week in Sunnydale, I was on the run from Kakistos and getting ready to run again when she stopped me. I was practically paralyzed with fear when I saw him, but she was brave enough to take him on. It was her that gave me the courage to kill the bastard.

"You know Faith, these conversations might be a bit more interesting if you maybe talked back a little," Buffy said.

"You seemed super occupied with your talk about Soulboy. Didn't want to interrupt. Don't really have all that much to say anyway," I told her.

"Not much to say? You've been here for like 2 months and I know practically nothing about you," Buffy said.

"Nothing much to know. Came from Boston. Used to slay there, now I slay here. The end. That's about it, B," I said.

"Really Faith?" Buffy said huffing and rolling her eyes.

I shrugged and smirked. "Fine, B, what do you want to know?"

"Tell me about you're family," Buffy said.

"How about you ask about something else," I said getting off the bed and going towards my homemade punching bag which was really just a coat rack with pillows duct-taped to it.

"You can't tell me to ask you a question and then just refuse to answer," Buffy said slightly angry.

"Okay you want to know about my family. My Pop is an abusive murdering drunk who has been doing time since I was four, and my Ma was a neglectful alcoholic prostitute who really didn't give a damn about me and died when I was thirteen," I said taking a few swings at the "bag".

"Faith I-" Buffy started before I cut her off.

"Please don't, B, the last thing I need is your pity. Look I think it would be best if you just left," I told her.

"But I didn't-"

"Just go!" I yelled.

She walked to the door. As she was leaving she turned back and said, "I'm sorry." Before disappearing out of the door.

After she left I took a few more swings before throwing myself into my bed face first and screaming into the pillow. I must have dosed off because by the time I got up it was dark. I figured I would go slay and blow off some stem. I avoided all the places I knew Buffy usually patrolled in and that was working well. I hadn't seen her all night. I had just made it to the hotel when I felt something grab my arm. I turned with my stake at the ready when I found my wrist in Buffy's hand. I pulled away and started walking towards my room.

"Faith will you please talk to me," she said following me to my room.

"There isn't anything to talk about," I tell her as I go into my room and close the door.

"My mom made lasagne tonight and I brought the leftovers," she called through the door.

This gets my attention because no matter how much I don't want to talk I can't help but love Mrs. S's cooking. I opened the door and let her in. She handed me the container and sat on the bed. I took it, opened it, and leaned back on my dresser while I ate. "Just so you know I only let you in because I have a wicked case of e munchies. So what's up?" I ask.

"Look, Faith, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to rehash bad memories for you," Buffy said.

"No worries, B. I'm five by five," I tell her as I continue to eat.

"What does that even mean? Five by five. Faith's always five by five. Can't you ever open up and let someone know how you really feel? I'm trying to be here for you Faith, but you always have to make things harder than necessary," Buffy said standing up and moving into my personal space. I swear she's so incredibly hot when she's angry.

"You don't know the first thing about me. If there is one thing I have learned in life is that feelings only lead to disappointment, B," I told her sitting down the container.

"No that's just and excuse. And guess what, F? It's not going to cut it anymore," she said poking my chest.

"Fine, you really want to know how I'm feeling? Okay here it is," I told her gripping her arms and crushing my lips to hers.