I wrote this quite a while ago and i'm going through it, it is a chapter that didn't make the cut for the main story but it is one i liked and did not want to go to waste.
Faith was in the kitchen when she finally found her way downstairs. Her eyes were puffy, her
movements slow and tired. The brunette pushed a mug towards her without looking up from the
documents in front of her. Anita in haled deeply, her mouth watering at the tantalizing aroma.
The coffee was dark, black but she took two large gulps anyway, spilling a little on the table in her
haste. It left a warm trail on her insides, soothing her jittery nerves almost instantly.
“Thank you.” She was breathing hard, small hands flat on the table. Faith gave her a small smirk,
wiping up the spilled coffee.
“No problem, B would pitch a fit so let’s keep this between us yeah?”
She nodded, dark gaze sweeping around the sunny kitchen, “Where is Buffy?” the words were
soft, dreaded. She had woken in the early morning hours screaming and crying for the loved ones
who were left behind. It left her heart bruised and broken, hurting her from the inside to know
that they were there…without her probably dying. And Buffy had been there, holding her like the
child she was rubbing her back and whispering promises that everything was going to be okay.
Had she been in her right mind she would have been embarrassed but…She just needed to be
held, she needed someone to lie to her right at that moment.
Alas, morning had come and she was embarrassed.
“She went into the office; it’s just me and you today kid.” Faith dropped the papers she was
reading, gathering them together in a neat pile and then placing them in a briefcase. Anita joined
her at the table, her feet kicking slowly, dark hair in disarray. She wore blue jeans today and a
white tank top, an upgrade from the pink she was forced to wear previously.
“I ‘m not a kid,” she scowled at the woman, “I’m older than you are.”
Faith only smirked as she got up from the table, pulling her dark hair into a messy bun, “Not in
this dimension you aren’t.” she pulled down a bowl, “What kind of cereal do you want?”
She slipped down in her seat, “I’m not hungry.”
Faith pulled out Lucky Charms, “The Leprechaun cereal it is.”
“You can’t force me to eat.” She stated sullenly, “I’m an adu-“
The Slayer gave her a long hard look, “You will eat, I have things that need to be done today and
I’m not having you pass out because your little bitty body is starved of nutrition.” The dark
haired woman placed the cereal in front of Anita her tone softening, “I’m sure this is all
overwhelming and stuff, but we’re trying our best to get you back where you came from. Sad as
it is, we have many other things we have to deal with. B isn’t really trustworthy with children so I
thought it would do you some good to take a ride, you know, get your head off of the bad
Anita stuffed a spoonful of the sugary cereal in her mouth, eyes dark, “How-you know I got
things-my mind?” she asked around a full mouth.
“You look like you haven’t slept,” she cracked her neck, ‘Hurry up and finish.”
“Where are we going?” she asked curiously.
Faith grinned, “Disneyland.”
For some reason it made her stomach lift, a smile fighting its way to the surface, “Really?”
“No.” the smile on her face slipped, the Slayer shrugged sheepishly, “I didn’t think you’d get all
Anita scowled, “I wasn’t.”
Her companion did not look convinced.