Interlude - Things Change
A soft, warm breeze teased Buffy’s skin, causing her eyes to flutter open.
She was in a soft bed that vaguely registered as not normal, but she didn’t think much of it.
The voice that had spoken her name had come from right beside her, and Buffy turned to her right to see a familiar face looking down on her while sitting up next to her in the bed.
“It was cold outside,” Faith said. “It’s getting colder all the while.”
“There’s a storm coming,” Buffy said.
“It’s gathering even now.” Faith got out from under the sheets and moved to make the bed on her side.
Buffy followed Faith’s lead. “The storm isn’t here yet.”
The two Slayers fell into the familiar routine of making the bed. When Buffy looked up at Faith, however, her eyes widened as she took in the soft aura of golden light surrounding her fellow Slayer.
“You’re glowing,” Buffy said proudly. “You’re so bright, it almost hurts. Is this a bad day for a picnic?”
“I don’t know,” Faith said.
Buffy couldn’t see Faith very clearly, but she thought she could sense her sister Slayer squinting her eyes.
“Are you burning?” Buffy asked.
“Could be. Things fall apart and need to come together again.”
“Everything,” Faith said simply.
Buffy looked down at the bed and smoothed out the black satin sheets before pulling the red quilt over them. “It’s not like it used to be, is it?”
“Nothing ever is, B.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“You tell me.”
Buffy scrunched up her face in deep thought. “I couldn’t say.”
“Me neither,” Faith said.
“What are you thinking, Faith?”
Looking up across the bed, Faith narrowed her eyes to try and make out Buffy through the dark haze that covered her face.
“You’ve been too long in the snow,” Faith said. “Cold days, dark days… They’re all over you.”
“Strange,” Buffy said. “They felt so hot.”
“They always do at first,” Faith said. She smoothed the white cotton sheets down and pulled the soft blue quilt over them.
“What do you think is out there?” Buffy asked.
“Shall we go and see?” Faith asked.
“I think we should.”
“All right, then.”
Faith walked over to the door, Buffy right by her side, and she turned the knob.
The two Slayers stepped outside into a snow-filled swamp. A swarm of Rakghouls was closing on them, but their skin wasn’t its sickly greenish hue, but a bluer color. They also had glowing red eyes.
“They’re hideous,” Faith said.
“They’re beautiful,” Buffy countered.
Faith shook her head. “You’ve stared overlong into the abyss, B.”
“Do you think it stared back?”
A Rakghoul lunged at Faith, and a quick slice of her blue lightsaber cut it in half.
“What are you doing?!” Buffy cried.
“It attacked me,” Faith said simply.
“It was a friend,” Buffy whined as she knelt over its corpse.
“What are we now?” Faith asked.
“I don’t know. Nothing’s like it was.”
“It never is.”
Buffy stared sadly at the mutated Chiss, wondering what could have happened to the gentle, proud species. Whatever it was, it surely couldn’t justify death, could it?
“Why can’t things be simpler?” Buffy lamented. “Why can’t we just go home?”
Buffy saw Faith look around. “All right, then. Let’s go home.”
Faith reached down a hand that Buffy saw glowing with light. Buffy grasped it with her own paler, clammier hand and rose to her feet.
As she reached her full height, Buffy found herself back in the bedroom.
“What happened to the pillows?” Buffy asked as she looked at the bed.
“They clashed with the sheets,” Faith said.
“So they did,” Buffy agreed.
“Do you still want to be here with me?”
“Of course, I do!” Buffy said with shock. Why would Faith ask such a thing? “Do you want to be here with me?”
“I do,” Faith said softly. “It just isn’t what it used to be.”
“It can be,” Buffy argued.
Faith looked around. “We need to redecorate.”
Faith took Buffy’s hands in between her own. “You’re cold.”
Faith’s warm, soft, glowing hands made Buffy feel dirty. “Too long out in the dark, like you said,” Buffy said.
“Come back to me,” Faith cooed softly.
Buffy closed her eyes and leaned into Faith.
Their lips touched, and for that moment, everything wrong with the world faded away and was gone.
The moment passed, their lips left each other, and the world was an imperfect place once more.
“Always be there for me?” Buffy pleaded.
“Always,” Faith promised. “And you?”
“The same,” Buffy agreed.
Faith sighed. “Such a busy day ahead of us. We should get some rest.”
“Yes, we should,” Buffy said.
The two Slayers went over to their twin beds and they each tucked themselves in. Faith pulled her blue quilt and white sheets over her while Buffy wrapped herself in black and red.
“What do you think we’ll dream of?” Faith asked.
“Each other, I hope,” Buffy replied.
“I hope so, too,” Faith said. “Good night, Buffy.”
“Good day, Faith.”
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