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Summary: Karaoke Challenge Response: While in LA, Faith visits Caritas. Companion piece to FaithBC/FaithAD.

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Literature > Dark Hunter Series(Past Donor)FaithSummersFR131807131,0566 Apr 096 Apr 09Yes
Karaoke Challenge: Write a short story about the crossover character of your choice visiting Caritas to sing, the subsequent reading they receive, and its consequences.

Disclaimer: Faith & Lorne belong to Joss Whedon. Ash belongs to Sherrilyn Kenyon. ‘Me & Bobby McGee’ written by Kris Kristofferson.

A/N: I can totally picture Faith belting that song out a la Janis – can’t you? This will eventually become a chapter in ‘FaithAD’.

Dedication: To Andy Hallett

Faith walked into Caritas. She hadn’t really seen Lorne, the peace-loving Anagogic demon, since she’d been in LA this time. What with dealing with ‘little miss I rule the universe’ and all she hadn’t much time for paying social calls. Still, Lorne had been the one to care for her the last time she was in LA. Across the bar she could see The Host, with an ever-present Sea Breeze in his hand. His green skin and red eyes and horns took a bit of getting used to at first sight but Faith knew he was a kind, compassionate individual.

She sauntered over, “Hey, Lorne, I missed ya up at WRH.”

“Oh, Faith!” up close Lorne looked depressed, “It’s just not the same without Fredikins.”

Faith remembers Lorne caring for her at the Hyperion. That was while she was trippin’ on that Orpheus drug that Wesley had given her so that they could catch Angelus.

He had sat with her the whole time. “Don’t you worry, princess, it’ll all be over soon. I’ve seen lots of girls go through just what you’re going through now.” Lorne had said to her as he held her hand. Then he sang to her. For a demon, Lorne had a real nice voice.

Lorne looked at Faith and smoothed the labels of his indigo silk suit, “I can sense this is a business trip.”

“Yeah, sort of,” Faith replied a little guilty. She looked around, “The place looks great.”

“But…” he prompted.

“But, Wes is sending me and Cordy off to New Orleans…and I don’t know…” Faith struggled to find the right words.

“I have a spot opening up right after this guy’s done,” Lorne gave her a tired smile and headed for the stage.

The parasite demon on stage finally finished butchering “I Will Survive” and Lorne gestured for Faith to take the stage. She took a deep breath and walked over reluctantly. Lorne nodded to the DJ. Without fanfare she began to sing:

~Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains,
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.~

Faith frowned as she saw Lorne’s expression but kept singing:

~Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' - ain't worth nothin' but it's free~

Lorne had a look of intense concentration on his face that was making Faith have a hard time focusing on the song, she faltered a little then regained her composure.

~From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standin' right beside me through everythin' I done,
And every night he kept me from the cold.~

Thoughts of Ash rose unbidden to her mind: riding in the back of Ias’ cart to Naxos, the look of intense concentration on his face as she coached him through Tae Kwon Do forms, his hovering concern when her arm got infected.

~The somewhere near Salinas, lord, I let him slip away,
He was lookin' for the love I hope he'll find,
Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday~

‘Big Finish,’ Faith thought:

~Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' left was all he left to me,
Feelin' good was easy, lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
And baby, that was good enough for me.~

Faith fought back tears as she exited the stage and headed for Lorne. ‘No way I’m gonna cry in a bar full of demons.’

“Oh princess,” Lorne wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Sea Breeze?”

She wrinkled her nose, “No thanks, ya got any Jack?”

Lorne waved to the bartender and who brought a glass and a bottle of Jack Daniels. “Leave the bottle,” he commanded.

She shot The Host a grateful look.

“So Wes has another suicide mission for you huh?” he looked into her large, brown eyes, “You sure you wanna trust his judgment again?”

“That’s the job right?” she avoided his eyes looking at her drink instead. She knocked back another shot. “So, I know you’ve got other stuff on your mind, but…”

“New Orleans is gonna be a big trial for you princess,” Lorne looked sad, “I think it’s something you have to do though…listen to Cordy – she usually knows what she’s talking about.”

“Yeah, hope so, it’s her vision that’s makin’ Wes think I need to go to New Orleans.”

“But you have places you’d rather be?” Lorne prompted.

“Yeah, I got lots a stuff to make up for and I’m not sure running errands for Wes is something I oughta be doing right now.”

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