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Title: Little Sister
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG (some minor language)
Pairing: none (some minor implied pre-Faith/Buffy vibes, maybe)
Warnings: none
Word Count: 559

Note: Originally written and posted on [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic here for [livejournal.com profile] orlidepp's prompt, "Faith was the first Slayer, Buffy the replacement".

Note the Second: Also, this was probably inspired by the Queens of the Stone Age song Little Sister. Because for some reason when I think of Faith, I think of QotSA. (shrugs) I scribbled out the story for the prompt and posted it and then for the rest of that day had the song going through my head; only realized why later. (derp derp)


"You think I wanted this? You're acting like I choose this!" Buffy pushed herself into Faith's space, and whoa, little sister better step back or she'd find herself on the receiving end of the Slayer's punch--again. A bruise decorated the blonde's cheekbone, a result of Faith's sudden flare of temper when the bubbly bimbo pranced into the room and announced she was the Slayer.

As if. Faith was the Slayer, thank you very much. But apparently the whole "when one dies another is called" thing worked for temporary deaths, too, which damn. Faith was kinda glad the Council hadn't known about that little trick before, because she had a feeling if they did they'd be playing Flatliners with a whole gaggle of teenyboppers. Buffy was talking again, and Faith tried to focus. She really shouldn't have; everything the other girl said just managed to piss her off.

"All I wanted was to have a normal life. Clothes! Boys! And then some English weirdo with ugly teeth and...and big glasses and raging halitosis comes along and tells me that 'cuz some other girl died I have to hunt monsters!"

Faith huffed. "Sorry for putting you out, sweetheart. Next time I'll be more careful not to die when saving the world, k? Wouldn't want you to miss Prom or anything. In fact..."

She pushed the blonde girl, lightly, just enough to get her out of her personal bubble. "If you want to go back to that little world it'd fine by me. I'm still the Slayer. I don't want you. I don't need you. So as far as I'm concerned, you can go back to California and play dress up and pretend there's not things out there eating little kids and killing families for giggles."

The other girl's eyes went kinda wide and her lower lip trembled a bit at that, making Faith absurdly think of a kicked puppy. Christ, and the Council actually thought her working with this kid was a good idea? She was gonna get herself killed the first time a vamp even flashed his teeth at her. Then a flash of something went through her eyes, a quick glimpse of steely determination.

"I'm not going anywhere," Buffy said quietly, but surely. "I know it sounds like I don't care, but I do. Saving the world is kinda a big deal." Faith snorted at the understatement. Buffy plowed on. "I'm just...this is huge, you know? How do I even begin to get used to something like this? I'm not...I'm not special. At least, not like this. Who wants to be a superhero?"

"I thought it was kinda cool." Faith shrugged her shoulders. "But you never get used to it, B, sorry to say. You just do what you can, and take what you can, while you can, and hope you die another day."

"I don't know if I can do that," Buffy admitted. "Will you teach me?" At Faith's surprise, she added, "Not just with Slaying stuff, but with...living in the moment? The carp-ing of the diem?" She still looked hella freaked out, but that little bit of steel she'd seen in her earlier seemed to be stronger.

"Yeah," Faith said. Maybe little sister was going to work out, after all. Or at least not be impossible to work with. "Yeah, I think I can do that."

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