Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Sons of Anarchy; I’m just borrowing them for a little while.
Last time: She went back to the living room and got Abel to go pick up Ellie and Kenny from school, and start the daily struggle with Kenny over homework.
Willow picked a happy Faith and a sad Chibs up from the airport the following morning. “So, I take it we got our permits?” Willow asked, as Faith hoisted their bags into the back of Willow’s Honda.
“Yep,” Faith grinned which was rare for the dark Slayer. “Work starts Monday.”
“You either got laid or killed something really big,” Willow looked accusingly at Chibs who simply held his hands up and shook his head.
“Can I just be excited about the prospect of living somewhere that there aren’t roaches the size of my head?” Faith asked innocently.
“Not in my experience, no.” Willow got behind the wheel and started back towards Charming, Chibs quietly entertaining Abel in the back seat. “But, I’ll let it go for now.”
Willow waited until they dropped Chibs off at the clubhouse and were back at Opie’s before she told Faith that she was moving in with her boyfriend. She didn’t really expect the Slayer to care, but felt that Opie should be the one to tell the Club and not her.
“So, you’re moving out of the roach motel and leaving me all alone?” Faith asked, far more upset then Willow ever thought she would be.
“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d care,” Willow told her, devastated that she’d upset her friend.
“I haven’t lived alone since the mayor, Red.” Faith sat down on the couch heavily, pulling Abel into her lap like a security blanket. “I don’t want to be that girl again, and I’m scared that I will be if I’m alone.”
“You won’t be alone, Faith,” Willow sat down next to the Slayer, putting her arm around her. “You’ll still have all of us, I just won’t live there. You’ll see me every day, just like before. This way you can actually get away from me.”
“I’m a big girl,” Faith said, not sounding at all convinced. “What are we going to do once the Site House is built?”
“Don’t know,” Willow said honestly. “Maybe by that time you and Jax will have stopped dancing around each other.”
“Jax is not interested in me. Plus, I don’t do relationships.” Faith cuddled closer into Abel, who had fallen asleep. “Except maybe with this little killer.”
“I’ve seen the way you two look at each other,” Willow said, getting up to get Abel’s lunch ready. “Don’t let Robin ruin this for you, that man has done enough damage.”
“I’m not letting Robin do anything,” Faith said, gently putting the sleeping boy down on the couch. “I’m simply not the relationship kind of girl.”
“You’re scared to get your heart broken, Faith.” Willow sat down at the kitchen table after a fruitless adventure into the fridge, making a mental note to go shopping; boys just weren’t any good at it. “It’s okay, I understand, but you need to stop running some time. Jax is a nice man, he’s proved that he’s good at really trying to make a relationship work, and he’s interested in you.”
“I’m a screw and run kind of girl, Red,” Faith said, giving it a try with the fridge which wasn’t giving up anything. “What have you been feeding thee kids all that’s in here is beer.” Faith checked the label. “Old beer and mustard.”
“I need to go shopping,” Willow said unnecessarily. “We all ate out at Clay’s last night, they eat lunch at school, and I know there’s milk in there.”
Faith shook the carton, “not much.”
“I’ll add it to the list,” Willow said, picking up her phone. “The beer’s Opie’s, he’s reluctant to get rid of it, even though he can’t drink it.”
“Red, I’ve seen the man pound them back like a champ,” Faith said, sniffing one of the bottles and then pouring it down the sink.
“Yeah, but until he learns to control his power a little better, no more alcohol,” Willow said blushing at the memory that prompted the no more inebriation rule. “Let’s just say he’s almost as good at making things vanish as he is at blowing out light bulbs.”
“Ah, so no more alcohol because the town of Charming gets miffed when it’s deprived of electricity.”
“That and my wardrobe can’t suffer any more losses, and I haven’t figured out were he’s vanishing these things to.” Willow sent a quick text to Chibs requesting food for lunch. “My occult reference book was difficult to find the first time, I’m a bit reluctant to call Giles and explain what happened to it, since it involved my boyfriend vanishing everything that was distracting me. It was a good thing I wasn’t using my computer.”
“God, are we pathetic,” Faith said, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. “I can’t get my shit together enough to be a grown up, and you have this great boyfriend, whose guest bedroom you live in, and you can’t have sex with. It’s almost Buffy and Angel all over again.”
“Only he won’t go evil, there’s just the possibility that we’ll blow a hole in Charming, definitely the house,” Willow said, her face bright red. “Upside, this is a problem we can fix.”
“Just promise me,” Faith got a wicked smile on her face that Willow wasn’t at all sure she liked. “Next time you try, you two get a room in Lodi for the night.”
“You’re a bitch,” Willow went into the living room to check on Abel. “I promise.” The boy was sleeping peacefully, clutching Bast in his arms. “It’s not going to happen until he have this thing with Kenny worked out, anyway.”
“Is it getting really bad?” Faith asked needlessly, seeing how upset her friend was.
“It’s always hard when Opie’s out of town,” Willow sighed. “It’s like he feels he has free reign to act up when his dad isn’t in his life.” Willow paused, she knew that if this boy chose to, he would always see her as the enemy and it made her feel retched inside. “I just wish he wouldn’t be so mean to me, or his sister for liking me. I know it sounds very elementary school, but its how I feel.”
“You think it has to do with the fact his powers have yet to manifest?” Faith asked. “God, I spend too much time with you and Giles.”
“A large vocabulary is nothing to be ashamed of, Faith.” Willow brushed the hair on the sleeping Abel’s forehead, marveling at the fact that two months before, the youngest kid she was ever around was Oz’s cousin, Jordy and he was merely a teenager, and now she spent a great deal of her time with a toddler. “I think that the power is part of it, I also think being a pre-teen has a great deal to do with it, but most of all, he’s a young boy, who has lost his mother, is living with a father he barely knows and he sees my presence as his father replacing his mother.”
“Give him time,” Faith said. “It’s got to be terrible.”
“I’m happy to give him all the time he needs,” Willow said. “The problem is that he’s becoming more and more of a discipline problem.”
“How about I take him out after school, teach him some martial arts, and get some of that aggression out, Angel taught me some Tai Chi, would be a good way for him to relax a little.” Faith picked at her nails with one of her knives, something she did when unsure of herself. “Might make him feel special, too.”
“That would be good,” Willow patted her friend on the arm, well away from the wicked looking knife. “I spend so much time with his sister and Opie, I feel bad.”
“It’s no thing, Red,” Faith said, putting up her knife. “Chibs and I were going to practice our knife fighting anyhow.”” The door opened and closed, signaling Chibs arrival with lunch. “Has she managed to bring a flower to bloom yet?” Faith nodded to the half dozen dirt filled flower pots on the window sill.
“No, those we are growing the old fashioned way, water and sunlight, and they’re herbs, Faith.”
“I thought magic would be the old fashioned way,” Faith took the pre-offered bags form Chibs and wandered into the kitchen.