Apologies and Forgiveness
by FaithsFollower
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own these sexy babes, Joss does.
Setting: S5, after Joyce died.
Spoilers: Ummmm, S3 and S4.
Author's Notes: This takes place during the fifth season and Faith is dead.
Feedback: Sure, why not?
Buffy came home from a research meeting at the Magic Shop to find Dawn standing at the foot of the stairs holding an envelope.
“Here. This letter came in the mail for you today.” Dawn held out the letter towards Buffy. “I didn’t have a chance to read it yet.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Very funny. Who’s it from?” She asked as she hung up her jacket.
Dawn made a face. “Faith.” She said, her voice showing her disgust.
Buffy looked surprised. “Wonder what she wants.” She took the letter and climbed the stairs. Once she got to her room, she sat on the bed and opened the letter. Out came a necklace with a heart on it. Buffy smiled. Faith once told her it was her most prized possession. She then unfolded the letter and began to read.
B, Hey what’s up? Prison is like boot camp! Anyway, I did the crime, so I guess I better do the time. We have to take these classes where we have to forgive and apologize and all that shit, and one of the assignments was where we had to write a letter to someone who we cared about and needed to apologize and shit, so naturally I thought of you. I mean, because of all the fucked up shit I pulled on you awhile back. B, I really and truly am sorry for all the trouble I caused you. I mean, like I said a year ago, I couldn’t stand to have you take all the kudos when we both did the dirty work. It didn’t make me feel all nice and warm inside. Instead, it made me feel like chopped liver, and you know how much I hate liver. Anyway, I forgive you for being a bitch to me when I wanted to put the past behind us. I forgive you for taking all the kudos even though we both did the job. I forgive you for being a much better Slayer than me, I forgive you for killing off the Mayor. I forgive you for being so damn sexy. That’s right B. I’ve been harboring feelings for you. And the time that I spent in your body, well, I did a lot of thinking. I needed to change. You know when I screwed your boyfriend? He reminded me of you, B. The whole time I was with him, I pretended it was with you. He told me-you-he told you that he loved you and I got scared. Why? Because my whole fantasy of me being with you got to the point where it was real to me. I heard you say to me ‘I love you’. So, now I want to say it back: I love you, Buffy Summers. Anyway, back to my whole point: I’m sorry for kidnapping Red and holding her hostage, I’m sorry for trying to get Angel to lose his soul, I’m sorry for being a bitch, I’m sorry for switching bodies, I’m sorry for a whole bunch of fucked up things that I did. Hope that you can forgive me. F. P.S. Here’s my prized posession. I want you to have it.
By the time, Buffy finished, her face was wet with tears. She laid the letter down and went to her bedside table and took out a newspaper clipping.
Faith O’Connor, 19, died in the electric chair Thursday. She is survived by her friend and business partner, Buffy Summers.
Buffy clutched the clipping in her hand and laid down on her bed, crying.
“I forgive you, Faith, and I love you.”