PG-13, for swearingWord Count:
DrabbleRedux Prompt “Overwhelmed”Disclaimer:
Not mine - I just borrowed them for a bit.Summary:
Every once in a while the actual script of a show just compels you to write a fic for something that obviously happened off screen. Something about the way Giles later tells Faith she is doing a good job as the leader made it obvious to me these two had a chat at some point. How could I not write it?Author’s Note:
Sometime during the Season Seven episode “Empty Places”. Also, a big thanks to Booster for the quick beta.
She didn’t even look up - just kept smoking, staring out into the night.
“This is crazy, you know. Abso-fucking-lutely crazy. ”
He took a seat on the porch swing and simply waited.
“Letting little girls decide how to run this thing. Yeah, Buffy’s made some mistakes and they’re pissed. But me?”
She angrily flicked the ash from her cigarette. “Well?”
“Well, aren’t you going to stop this? Take charge or something?”
“No. I wasn’t planning to.”
She dropped her cigarette to the porch, grinding it out beneath her boot. “Great. You are just going to let the fuck-up Slayer lead a bunch of green, undisciplined teenagers to their deaths?!”
“Faith, you’re not-”
“Not the “fuck-up Slayer? How?” She paced restlessly as she spoke, the words tumbling out.
“Giles, I killed a man, worked for the bad guys, tortured my Watcher and most recently, I broke out of prison. I’m not exactly winning any awards here. And also, a high school dropout is just what every team needs in a leader.”
This pity party had gone on quite long enough. “Faith…”
She rounded on him, “Why did I expect a Watcher
to do anything?”
“Faith, sit down and shut up.” She opened her mouth for another retort. “Now.”
“I have no idea where you got the impression that Buffy is a model Slayer. Or even a typical Slayer. She’s not.”
He struggled to find the words. “Faith, There is something I should have told you years ago. You’ve done nothing
other Slayers haven’t.”
Much to his amazement, she just sat there, wide-eyed, listening.
“Other Slayers have accidentally killed. Actually, some Slayers killed on purpose. The Slayer’s unique abilities have been turned to many purposes through the ages. They have been assassins, warriors on the fields of battle, and helped topple governments.
She gasped. “And the Council didn’t stop them?”
“I am not proud to say, in most cases, it was the Council itself that set them on that course. They were not always as…uninvolved with the world as they are now.”
He continued telling her of the Slayers who had gone mad, Slayers that turned on their Watchers, Slayers who loved the thrill of the hunt too much. The line of Slayers had more than its share of black sheep, dozens of times both Slayers and Watchers had erred, with deadly consequences.
She said nothing when he finished. The silence was a comfortable one, both of them thinking how things might have been different had Faith had known all this from the start.
“Thank you.” Her was voice soft, quite unlike her usual bravado. “Thank you for telling me.”
With her anger burned out, only her fear remained. “Giles, what if…I don’t think I can do this.”
He gently patted her knee, “I know you can, Faith. You can and you will.”
Silence fell again and they sat there - shoulders touching, the words having all been said between them - a leader and her counselor.END.Originally Posted:
August 10th 2005