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This story is No. 12 in the series "2009 Fic-a-day Challenge". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Faith sees Harry in a bar and offers a bit of advice on how to help handle the stress of end of the world sized problems.

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Literature > Dresden Files, TheEffieFR131831071,97619 Aug 0919 Aug 09Yes
Title: Age Old Wisdom
Author: Effie
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dresden Files nor do I own BTVS
Fandom: The Dresden Files
Genre: Humor, General
Summary: Faith sees Harry in a bar and offers a bit of advice on how to help handle the stress of end of the world sized problems.
Word count: 817

Faith sighed. This place was no fun. Of course being a slayer wasn’t really fun but Faith like to pretend she enjoyed most of it. At 25 she felt tired and almost wished she could have met her end years ago. Almost, for the first time in a long time Faith was taking the time to live like normal people.

All right, that wasn’t true either. Faith was enjoying life: no sex , drugs, and rock and roll for her. It was calmer and although there may have occasionally have been sex, and the potent drug she indulged in was a few bottles of bear, Faith was prepared as best as she could. A slayer couldn’t take on the world but she’d fight like hell to keep it going and stay on it.

This bar was hardly normal. Thirteen columns, thirteen tables and an assortment of people who definitely weren’t normal human, if that. She was at peace here though. Whatever ‘Accorded Neutral Ground’ meant it was mostly helping her relax and enjoy herself as a normal patron. It was a nice place to enjoy herself too.

The beer was great and the food good. Although the bartender hardly said anything she could deal with it. She looked around. A very tall man with a scarred left hand was looking rather worn out. She shook her head. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. If she hadn’t known better she would have thought it was more metaphorical than anything but something told her it was literal.

She studied the man. His face was weary and the way he moved indicated pain. She had no doubt he had come here for safety. Safety that would end at the outside those boundaries of the bar, it reminded her of Caritas. Although she hadn’t been around for the end, she had heard about its demise from Lorne. She wondered if at some point in time this place would meet the same end.

The man knew he must have been stared at because he looked up at her. His expression was hard and weary. She smiled at him, all sex and fun. He looked a bit flustered before glaring slightly at her. She knew her smile was bigger. She couldn’t help it. She liked a challenge and, even if he turned out gay—Faith would never live that night down in Cardiff— she could still try to help.

She met his gaze and rose a brow when he flinched back waiting for something. Except nothing happened and the man looked confused. He looked at her, up and down and seemed just confused. She stood up and sauntered to him, and it was sauntering she had enough practice to make it subtle to everyone but the person she was directing it at. The man was instantly on edge and reaching for something she had no doubt was a mojo weapon.

“Hey,” She said smiling.

“Hi,” definitely running around dangerous circles to get to this level of paranoid.

“Faith,” She introduced herself.

“Harry,” He said simply.

“Not interested?” She asked making it clear she was, though she really wasn’t but she really could help him unwind. He looked like the stick up his ass had a stick up its stick’s ass.

“No,” he said glaring at her and avoiding her eyes. “Why can’t I soul gaze you?”

She gave him a surprised look. “I don’t know what that is. Can’t help you there,” She said smiling at him.

“Are you human?” He growled pulling away from her.

“Last time I checked,” She said. “Are you? I mean, I can have fun but I stick to human.”

“Yes,” he growled. “Why are you here?”

“Well, I thought it was obvious but I guess you aren’t interested in sex.” The man looked at a loss for words. Faith could have laughed. “Because I gotta tell you, my experience with end of the world problems always look better after a bit of it.” She flashed him a smile that would have had demons running. “Not offering, if I’m real but just saying, yo.” She stood taller and looked at him, all warrior and familiar with the darker sides reality. “All work and no play,” She said smiling.

“Who are you?”

“Faith,” She said smiling. “Just offering a bit of advice.” She took a swig of her beer. It was empty now. “That and always remember rule 1,”

“Which is?”

“Don’t die.”

“Good rule,”

“Yep,” She said smiling. “Gotta go, Harry. Good luck,” She said as she saw the sun setting.

“Thanks,” he said unsure why it seemed helpful. She smiled at him and left.

“Man, Dresden,” One of the men near him said. “Didn’t think you actually were gay but now!” He began laughing.

“What!?” Harry screamed in outrage wondering why his heterosexuality was always the first victim of misunderstandings.

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