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This story is No. 2 in the series "How Many Now?". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Cross-over song-based stories. Some het pairings, some f/f pairings, some silliness. Lots of fun!

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - OtherFaithsVoiceFR181012,992032,64614 Oct 1018 Oct 10Yes

How's the Weather in Denial?

So I decided to do another collection of short stories based on random songs from my Favorites playlist. The twist is that this time, they're all cross-overs! Some of these were crazy hard to work out, others flowed pretty automatically. I am open to the idea of making any of these into a full-length story, if people ask, but I do have a lot else on my plate right now, including finishing You're My What?, so patience may be required.

Buffy and her friends remain property of Joss and ME, cross-over characters are likewise property of their creators and studios, songs are property of their artists and recording houses, lyrics are included for reference only.


“I'm Not In Love” - Tori Amos – Strange Little Girls (this is a cover album; the song was originally recorded by 10cc on their album “Original Soundtrack”)
X-over: Supernatural
Pairing: Faith/Dean

I'm not in love, so don't forget it.
It's just a silly phase I'm going through.
And just because I call you up,
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I like to see you, but then again,
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me.
So if I call you, don't make a fuss;
Don't tell your friends about the two of us.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I keep your picture upon the wall.
It hides a nasty stain that's lying there.
So don't you ask me to give it back.
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me.
Ooh, you'll wait a long time.
I'm not in love, I'm not in love...


How's the Weather in Denial?


Faith was calling in the Winchester boys again. Well, really, she was calling Sam, knowing that Dean would come along. She never called Dean, never talked about him when he wasn't there- at least not directly. She'd say 'Sam's brother' or 'the Winchesters', but never 'Dean', never his name, and that made the whole thing glaringly obvious to Buffy and Willow.

Faith had met them at Harvelle's Roadhouse, during one of her frequent jaunts away from the Cleveland Slayers' House. She always insisted she worked better alone, and so she would get on her motorcycle and head out for a month or two, to tour the small cities and smaller towns of the mid-West and the Southwest, and clean out whatever packs of vampires or hostile demons had settled there. She'd made contacts, friends and enemies, within the Hunter network, and had been to the Roadhouse half a dozen times by the night in question.

That night she'd mostly just wanted a drink, maybe a game or two of pool, but when the Winchesters had walked in the door, her priorities had shifted. She'd made the first move, bought the first round, challenged Dean to a game of pool, and proceeded to shoot his concentration to hell with her suggestive comments and gestures. By the end of the third game, they'd gone through a whole bottle of whiskey, and Sam was asking Ellen about other places he could sleep.

Faith had taken off in the morning before Dean had a chance to, and at first she'd put the whole thing behind her as just another guy to use and lose, but her time in Cleveland was more restless than usual, and she left again quickly. She didn't admit, even to herself, that she might be looking for a certain Winchester, but when she ran across the boys in Minnesota, she couldn't say she wasn't glad. She helped them with their hunt, and then dragged Dean back to her hotel room for no sleep whatsoever.

That was her pattern for the next few months: Cleveland, and trying to deal with the baby Slayers for a week or three, then out on the road, sometimes heading for the Roadhouse, sometimes following instinct and newspaper stories, always ending up 'running into' the Winchesters, and falling into bed with Dean. After a few days, she'd be antsy with that, and would take off in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning, not even leaving a note, just running from how good, how right it felt, to hunt with them, to joke with them and tease them, to spend the night wrapped in Dean's arms.

Eventually she and Sam had exchanged phone numbers, at his insistence, so they could at least be in contact in case of big trouble. And, sure enough, the first couple of times he'd called her, it was for something too big for the two of them to handle, and she'd teased them afterward about needing the help of a girl to kill the big bad monster. But when she'd been on the road, and needed help, it was them that she called, not the Slayers. And afterward she stayed with them nearly twice as long as usual. The second time she needed help, she stayed a month, and near the end of that time, Sam even convinced her to take them back to Cleveland, introduce them to the Scoobies.

She played it cool, introduced them casually, but Buffy and Willow could tell there was something more. Especially since, after that, Faith never left town on her motorcycle; it was always the Impala she left in, and a few weeks or a month later, it was the Impala she was returned in, and she seemed calmer, happier, as she got out of that car, than she ever had in Sunnydale. Her room in the Council House, already home to a few snapshots of Faith with the other Sunnydale survivors, sprouted a new picture. It had been taken at a carnival- the Ferris Wheel lit up the background, nearly making a halo around Sam, who loomed behind Faith and Dean, in the foreground with their arms around each other and matching sappy grins neither of them would ever admit to. Buffy and Willow noted this evidence, and nodded knowingly to each other.

Faith had called Sam a few times, asking for their help with things the Slayers were too busy for, or asking for rides out of there, or just asking if they needed help, and every time, Sam convinced Dean to go see her. Not that he usually needed much coaxing, but he always put up at least a token protest. Sam, of course, could see through him just as easily as Willow and Buffy saw through Faith, but he also saw how happy the two of them were together, and he wasn't going to do anything to disrupt that, not even tease Dean about it.

And now Faith was calling Sam again, asking for help they didn't really need in averting a small Apocalypse, and Sam was talking Dean into putting their necks out, and Dean was thinking, though not saying, that he would avert a major Apocalypse single-handed if it saved Faith's life. And everyone could see, but no one would say, that the two were completely in love.
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