Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or worlds used in this story, including the American Pie franchise, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, House M.D., or Scott Pilgrim. No harm is intended toward any of the copyright owners. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only.+++++ON FAITH, AND FIVE CONVERSATIONS SHE HAD
by Listener+++++Continuity Notes: This story takes place in July 2010, around the same time as the upcoming Psych crossover I've written. It is more-or-less a direct sequel to the 27 Jennifers crossover as well as "On Allison/Sarah". You really need to read the two linked stories in this paragraph to understand this one.
There are five total chapters, each one about 1000 words in length. This story has not been beta'd; any errors are mine and mine alone.+++++ONE: RAMONA
Faith stood at her office window, watching Chris and Allison embrace one final time. Then he got into his SUV and drove away.
He didn't look back. Neither did she.
Not even when Ramona put her arm around her. "I'm sorry," Ramona said.
"'s okay," Faith said. Outside, Chris's car was almost out of sight, almost to the bend in the road. "It's like B said about cookie dough." She laughed and finally turned away from the window, slipping out of Ramona's half-hug. "God, Angel fuckin' hated that line."
Ramona had never met Angel or Spike -- and no one in the ICW had heard from them for four years. But she knew that Angel had had a profound impact on Faith's life, and even though he was a vampire, Ramona didn't like to speak ill of her friends' friends. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"We were fighting the First." Faith sprawled across her couch; Ramona hopped up on Faith's desk, her legs hanging off the side, ankles crossed. "Angel rolls into town and brings this mystical amulet thing, which you know because you've probably heard the story about twenty times, yeah?"
"Yeah." Faith sighed. "Well, from what I hear, Angel wanted to be with B, stay with her, help in the fight. She sent him away, told him she was cookie dough -- that she hadn't finished baking yet, but when she did, she'd let him know, and then maybe they could be together." She chuckled. "Good thing it didn't happen that way, 'cause then he wouldn'ta met Nina."
Ramona felt her lips quirk into a grin; Nina Ash worked with the ICW in Los Angeles, and the one and only time she'd met the werewolf they'd spent the entire time ganging up on Faith, much to the other slayer's chagrin. All in good fun, though, and Ramona knew Faith knew it. "So now you're cookie dough?"
"Might be." Another sigh, and then Faith rubbed her hand over her face before turning dark eyes on Ramona. "Damn, y'know, I really liked him. I really think we coulda been somethin'."
"You know, I'm still not exactly sure what happened."
"'tain't rocket science, Punky," Faith said. "Maybe he didn't know he was doin' it, but he took advantage. Broke all kinds'a ethical rules and shit. I'm only surprised neither of us saw it."
"It's hard when you're both attracted to each other like that."
"But that's just it!" Faith sat up straight, then bounced to her feet and started to pace around the room. "It was just friendship -- good friendship, yeah, but just friendship -- until Nancy cast that damn spell on us."
"And it wore off," Ramona said.
"Yeah. It wore off." Faith looked down and away, and Ramona realized she was embarrassed. "Worst possible time, too."
"First time since Robin," Faith finally said. "Right in the middle, right when things were getting really hot -- did I tell you he has this thing he can do with his tongue that--"
"Faith!' Ramona felt her face flush; she wasn't a prude, but she definitely didn't want to think about her friend having sex. And it had been a while for her, too, although things were going well -- slow, but well -- with George, the paramedic she'd been sort of dating for about a month and a half.
Faith grinned. "Sorry," she said, and Ramona knew she wasn't, at all. "But anyway, it was going real good, and I looked down at him and it was like I was back in Sunnydale, like all I wanted was the physical." She turned and went back to the window, facing away from Ramona again. "I hated the way I was back then. I thought I left it behind when Robin and I got serious."
Ramona moved behind Faith and put her arms around her waist, hugging her. "I'm sorry," she said. "I really am."
Faith put her hands over Ramona's and shuddered, just enough for Ramona to know that her friend was trying very hard not to cry. "Yeah," she said. "Me too."+++++Your continued support, readership, and review-age are, as always, greatly appreciated.
This story was written as a direct result of reviewers who pointed out (very valid) issues with the Faith/Chris relationship in "On Allison/Sarah". Thanks to all who reviewed that story.
Tomorrow: Faith and Allison.