Gotta Have Faith
A/N: Here's the next chapter and this one didn't take as long as my others. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, so that helps. Plus everything just flowed easily. Again, this chapter is FR21 because of sexual content, more so than the last chapter. :) I hope you like.
“I don’t know what happened, Giles,” Willow said, looking up from the book she got the spell from, “it was a simple location spell.”
“Well, something went wrong,” Giles pulled his glasses off to rub his aching eyes. “Are you sure she said it correctly?”
“She rehearsed it for hours, Giles. I don’t think she would’ve screwed it up.”
“Alright, well, I think the only way we’re going to get her back is to do the spell again.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Willow asked, “I mean, we have no idea where she ended up.”
“I believe it’s the only way to be sure,” Giles replied.
“Okay, I’ll get the stuff together and then do the spell.”
“No, I can’t have you going,” Giles argued.
“What?” Willow looked at him with a confused expression.
“It’s like you said, Willow. We have no idea where she ended up, it may be too dangerous.”
“Well, who do you suggest then?”
“I’ll go,” Faith spoke up. She had been sitting at the table, fiddling with a knife while she listened to the two.
“Are you sure?” Giles asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Look, I’m the only logical person to send, the potentials aren’t ready for something like this.”
Giles nodded his head in agreement, knowing the slayer was right. “Alright, it’s settled then. Willow, show her what needs to be done and I’ll look for a return spell.”
Giles watched as Willow and Faith walked out the door, releasing a heavy sigh in the process. He walked over to the shelf of books that held all of Willow’s spells and started to sift through them. For the first time in a long while he was beginning to feel helpless; he hated feeling this way where his slayer was concerned. He was worried about her and where she was and for all they knew the spell could’ve killed her. He didn’t feel comfortable sending Faith because of that fact, but it was the only thing he could think to do.
After hours of page flipping, he finally found the spell he was looking for. Calling Willow on her cell phone, he told her of his findings and she informed him they would return momentarily.
He heard their return about half an hour after his call and saw Faith carrying the scythe. Furrowing his brow in confusion, he opened his mouth to question her.
“Why do you have that?”
“Hey, I figure if B’s in a dangerous place we’re gonna need it.” Faith replied as she twirled the weapon, smirking at the whistling sound it made. She loved the feel of it in her hands and felt all the more powerful with it. Giles nodded his head in understanding before handing Faith a folded up piece of paper.
“Here’s the returning spell. I wrote down all the ingredients you’ll need and how to perform it.”
“Thanks,” Faith grabbed it from the watcher’s grasp and shoved it into her back pocket.
“Are you ready,” Willow asked and Faith shrugged her shoulders in response.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Willow nodded her head and breathed in deep before leading Faith into a quiet room and helped her set up the candles. After they finished setting the stuff up, Willow turned to the slayer.
“Alright, well, you’re ready to go.”
“Ah, Red, you’re not gonna cry on me are you?” Faith asked with a chuckle.
“Come on, Faith. You’re no worried? We are, after all, sending you in blind here.”
“I’m a slayer. Taking risks is what we do.”
Willow smiled slightly at her response and pulled Faith into a hug. Faith had proved herself many times to Willow and the rest of the gang and had become part of the family. It pained Willow to risk the brunette’s life like this.
“Okay, Willow,” Faith patted the witch’s shoulder with one hand, “getting a bit too mushy for me here.”
“Sorry,” Willow said as she pulled away from her. “Be careful.”
“Got my pal, here. I’ll be fine.” Faith replied as she held up the weapon.
Willow nodded her head while smiling before she turned and left the room. Faith stared at the now closed door before turning to the circle in front of her. With a heavy sigh, she sat down in the middle, gripping the scythe in her hands. She didn’t want to leave this dimension without her and Buffy’s most prized possession. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and began to chant the words Willow taught her.
“Who’s Angel,” Mal asked, curious about the name ever since Spike mentioned it.
“What?” Buffy asked, lifting her head off of Mal’s bare chest to look at him.
“Angel. Who is that?” Mal asked again.
“Oh, uh, he was my first.”
“First everything. First love, first person I slept with.” Buffy spoke with uneasiness.
“What happened?” Mal wanted to know everything about the girl lying on top of him. He feathered the tips of his fingers over the bare skin of her arm, watching the goose bumps form from his touch.
“He became evil. Gypsies cursed him a long time ago and gave him back his soul, that way he would be tormented by all the people he killed. The only way to lose his soul was if he experienced true happiness and us showing our love for one another caused that.” Buffy explained. She thought for sure she would hurt by living it again, but with Mal she felt okay with it.
“I take it he didn’t lose it forever?”
“No, my friend Willow did a spell to restore it,” Buffy kissed Mal’s chest lightly before continuing, “unfortunately it was too late. I ended up killing him, sending him to hell so to speak but he came back.”
“Not sure, but he did. It took awhile before he became himself again, but eventually he came around. We weren’t the same after that though and he ended up leaving.”
Buffy released a sigh, “It’s hard to believe he’s dead now, though.”
“I’m sorry, bao bei.” Mal squeezed lightly with the arm wrapped around her and she smiled as his gesture.
“Thanks, I’ll be okay though.” Buffy looked up at him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
As she pulled away, she felt his hand on the back of her head, bringing her lips back to his. She felt him slip his tongue into her mouth and she released a moan at the sensation. Mal rolled over so he was on top of her and Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, anxious to feel him inside her. Pulling away from her, he stared down at her with a smirk planted on his face.
“Now what makes you think that’s what I want,” Mal asked.
Buffy looked between them before answering, “I can feel it.”
His smile grew and he pressed his lips to hers again, allowing his hands to wander down her body; cupping one breast in his hand. Buffy moaned into Mal’s mouth, arching her back at his touch. Mal pressed his tip into her, teasing her by not going in further. Buffy whimpered in protest as she tried to get him in deeper.
“Uh-uh, I’m in control darlin’,” Mal explained as he pulled away from her.
“Oh, Captain, you know I can force you,” Buffy replied as she lifted her head to nip at his neck.
At her words, Mal gripped her hips and was just about to take her hard and fast when Wash sounded over the intercom.
“Mal, we’ve got a situation up here.”
Mal grunted in frustration, nuzzling his face in the crook of Buffy’s neck. She laughed at his actions, stroking her fingers through his hair. She closed her eyes in ecstasy when he began to kiss her neck, lowering her hands to his back.
“You really should check this out, Mal!” Wash exclaimed through the intercom, Buffy and Mal could tell by the sound of his voice he was speaking through gritted teeth.
“Sounds urgent,” Buffy spoke as she gently tugged on the Captain’s hair to get him to look at her.
Mal groaned in frustration as he rolled off of her and placed bare feet to the floor below. He pulled on his trousers and Buffy smirked at the bulge in his pants.
“You sure you don’t want to deal with that first?” Buffy asked, wrapping the covers around herself. Mal looked down at what she was talking about and he gave her an apologetic smile.
“Unfortunately, it’s going away,” Mal leaned down and gave Buffy a quick kiss, “but we will finish this.”
Buffy smiled her response before she stood up and began to dress as well. Mal looked at her with disappointment and Buffy cupped his face in her hand.
“We’ll finish this,” she re-spoke his words, “and I want to know what’s going on up there.”
Mal nodded and headed up the ladder with Buffy right behind him. As soon as they got to the top they could hear yelling coming from the cargo bay and they rushed to find out what all the commotion was about.
Buffy stopped halfway down the steps when she saw who the cause was and she blinked her eyes to see if it was her imagination, but to no avail.
At the sound of her name, the brunette slayer turned to look at Buffy, a smile crossing her face. Releasing the merc from her hold, causing him to fall to the floor with a loud thud, she turned her attention to her sister slayer.
“Hey, B! Forget something?” Faith asked as she twirled the scythe.
Spike rushed into the cargo bay with River right behind him and halted instantly once he saw Faith. The look on his face was that of confusion mixed with interest; he had always been attracted to the slayer, but it had never been anything more than lust.
“What are you doing here? How did you get here?” Buffy asked, confused.
“I did the same spell as you,” Faith answered and by the crease in Buffy’s forehead, continued. “What, B? Did you think we just forgot about you and didn’t even bother to look for you?”
“I - I don’t know,” Buffy answered, still a little shocked at seeing Faith.
After the initial shock, Buffy asked, “How do you expect to get home now?”
“Ah, Giles. He found a return spell.” Faith replied as she pulled out the wrinkled piece of paper from her pocket.
“I’m not leaving, Faith. Not until I find Dawn.”
“I know. Hey, I just got here. I’m in no hurry to leave.” Faith replied, shoving the paper back into her pocket. Her eyes grew suddenly wide when she saw Mal standing next to Buffy, quickly throwing the scythe in his direction.
“B, look out!” Faith yelled just before she threw the weapon.
“Faith, no!” Buffy exclaimed as she ran in front of Mal, taking the full brunt of the weapon.
“Buffy!” Mal exclaimed as she fell into him, gripping the stake end of the scythe as she pulled it out of her stomach.
“Buffy, I’m so sorry,” Faith said in a panic as she rushed to her side.
“It’s alright, Faith. I’ll be okay,” Buffy accepted, coughing up a little bit of blood.
“Get the doc!” Mal yelled up at Kaylee who was standing on the catwalk above them with a horrified expression on her face, nodding her head at the Captain’s demand before running to the med bay.
“Mal, I’m okay,” Buffy argued as she tried to stand up, only to fall back into the Captain.
“I thought he was Caleb, I’m so sorry,” Faith tried to explain herself.
“Faith, I told you it’s okay. I thought the same thing.”
Both Faith and Buffy’s hands were covered in blood by the time Simon came rushing in with his med pack, pushing Faith out of the way so he could do his work. Faith held a bloody hand to her face as she tried to compose her fear and panic. Spike, at some point that Faith hadn’t noticed, was on the other side of Buffy, holding her hand in his. She noticed the jealous look on Mal’s face and it finally hit her that Buffy and the Captain had become an item.
After patching her up as best as he could, Mal and Simon were able to safely carry her to the med bay. Simon left Mal and Buffy alone, Buffy’s hand gripped in his as he tried not to show his fear.
“Mal, I’ll be okay.” Buffy spoke. “This isn’t the first time I got a stake to the gut.”
With those words, Mal looked up with hope in his eyes then turned to the door when he heard Faith’s voice.
“Can I come in?” Faith asked as she rested against the doorframe.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Mal said as he stood up, walking past Faith with a glare.
“What a great way to make a first impression, huh?” Faith asked as she watched Mal’s retreating form.
“He’s a bit protective of me,” Buffy replied quietly, the drugs starting to take effect.
“Ugh, that would drive me nuts.”
“Yeah, it does from time to time, but it’s also nice.”
“So, how did you manage to get past the fact that he looks like Caleb,” Faith asked, sitting down on the chair Mal recently vacated.
Buffy smiled before responding, “A lot of things. His personality, his sense of humor and he’s one hell of a kisser… among other things.” Buffy wiggled her eyebrows at Faith and the brunette slayer laughed at Buffy’s meaning.
“Sorry, again about that,” Faith pointed at the wound.
“Hey, we’ll just call it even,” Buffy replied, referring to the time she stabbed Faith.
“It’s practically in the same place, too!”
They both released bouts of laughter before becoming serious again.
“So, any sign of Dawn?”
“No, but I did run into someone else.” Buffy replied.
“Yeah, do you remember when we told you about Glory?”
“You’re shittin’ me right?” Faith exclaimed, hoping beyond hope that Buffy was pulling her leg. She had been told the story of Glory and was relieved she didn’t have to deal with her herself and now that she was back, she could feel slight fear build up inside of her.
“I’m not, though I wish I was.”
“Will you help me, Faith? I can’t defeat her alone,” Buffy asked, looking at her sister slayer though the slits of her eyelids.
“I’m here for you, B. Anything you need,” Faith replied.
“Thank you, Faith,” Buffy said groggily, her words coming out slowly. “You… have… no… idea… what… this… means… to…” Buffy’s words were cut short when she fell into a deep sleep. Faith smiled weakly at the slumbering form before her and brushed a strand of wild hair from Buffy’s forehead; leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the damp flesh.
“It’s time, My Lord,” the warlock hissed as he stood by a boiling pot.
“It’s about time,” Glory said exasperated. “What do I need to do?”
“Just drink,” he said as he handed her a metal cup full of the potion.
Glory yanked it out of his hands and guzzled the potion, coughing and gasping at the horrible taste it left in her mouth. Within moments she doubled over in pain as it took it’s effect, Glory screaming in pain as she gripped her stomach. Passing out on the floor, the warlock watched as a bright light took his hell god away to wherever the slayer was located; anxious to know the outcome.