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This story is No. 1 in the series "Growing Pains". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Buffy is having trouble with a new dream. What could it possibly mean? Post-Chosen.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > DramaSithicusFR151704122,08029 Aug 0929 Aug 09Yes
Author's Notes: This starts out as not a crossover, but it will be leading to something juicy and hopefully fun for all concerned. Readers and Players. I'll post one ficlet a day until I've exhausted this story idea out, and I've got seven parts already standing by. Hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: Buffy and all related characters belong to Joss and ME Productions not me. The crossover will be disclaimered once we get to that ficlet, so, yeah. I make no money off of this, I don't intend to even try making money off of it. So see ya and enjoy the ride.

The nightmare was always the same, somebody laughing maniacally and then a strange blast of energy struck her, she cried out in pain and then blackness. It came every night now; Buffy was having trouble dealing with it and she was losing sleep over it. Leaving her bedroom after waking up in a cold sweat, the senior Slayer made her way down to the gym, it was late, really late. She needed to hit something. Strangely enough when she arrived she found Faith wailing on one of the punching bags and turning it into a fine powder; she looked upset.

“Can’t sleep?” Buffy asked.

“Wow, B, how observant of you,” Faith shot back sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be snippy about it, Faith,” Buffy retorted, her frustration building rapidly.

“I need to vent, sorry B, wanna spar?” Faith asked with a knowing smile.

“I could always take you,” Buffy reminded with her own smile curling her lips.

“I don’t think so,” Faith said, taking up a defensive position on the mats. Buffy smirked and moved across from her, assuming her own stance. She was feeling a need to lash out too and if Faith wanted to get beat down well then she was more than willing to give her a refresher course on who was the better Slayer. They started out slow, circling each other and sizing one another up which was pretty much standard stuff. They really didn’t need to go through this phase of the battle since they’d trained together often enough they could read each other like a book. But both of them had become so used to doing things this way when training the newbie Slayers it just came second nature to them. Buffy moved first, the recent nightmare memories forcing her to react. Faith blocked her first punch and followed through with one of her own, which Buffy easily avoided. Their fight became one of well choreographed beauty and grace as punches and kicks flew almost faster than the eye could track, but not for a Slayer.

Dancing back and forth, each of them fought brutally, though never straying too far from the awareness that this was a sparring match and not a life or death struggle. It wasn’t until Buffy got in a lucky shot that things started to get a little weird. Faith’s eyes seemed to burn red with anger and before she knew it she had Buffy in a devastating grip, choking the very life out of her, slammed up against the wall. Buffy lost all breath and fought desperately to regain her senses. Without warning Faith changed again as she realized what she was doing, and in an instant she let Buffy go. The bottle blonde collapsed, gasping huge gulps of air rapidly.

“What the hell was that?” she demanded.

“I don’t know, I haven’t felt that angry since the Mayor. Yo, B, I’m sorry, I guess these late night nightmares are really messin’ me up.” Faith’s apology brought Buffy up short she eyed her friend, briefly concerned.

“You too?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

Buffy shook her head. “Don’t pull that on me, Faith… you’ve been having the same kind of nightmare as me, haven’t you? Being hit by some weird energy beam and then blacking out.”

Faith’s eyes widened in shock. “When we were kids, but I never knew you when you were a kid.”

“I know, but wait, what? I’m in your dream? How come I only ever see myself in mine?” Buffy wondered.

“Maybe because it isn’t a nightmare,” Willow replied startling the pair of them. “Maybe it’s because we’re all subconsciously trying to remember something from different viewpoints.”

Buffy and Faith both spun to stare at Willow in confusion.

“You too, red?”

“I think so.” Willow nodded. “In my version we’re fighting someone, a shadow of a person we all should know and I see the both of you get hit before I can react… What does it all mean?”

“I don’t know, should we ask Giles?” Buffy wondered, feeling a little scared.

“If we ever want to get some sleep around here I think we should, Buffy,” Willow agreed.

“So who’s gonna tell him?” Faith asked, arms crossed.

The End

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