All The Time In The World
by Nikita
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the great and powerful
Joss.
Author's Notes: From Faith's pov. <flashback>. A little fic to try to get
back into the writing thing after much partying. Woohoo! I love the
holidays.
Feedback: Please!
I feel pretty good right now. Buffy is lying across my bed (the perfect place for her, if you ask me) watching TV, and I'm propped up against the headboard, pretending to watch TV. In fact, I'm watching Buffy's every movement.
Things are getting back to normal between us, finally. I did a couple of good deeds the other day. Humiliated Scott "asshole" Hope in front of his date, I mean, what the hell is wrong with him? He had BUFFY and he dumped her! Idiot. You know what? The world is full of idiots. Who the Hell was voting on that Homecoming thing anyway? B in a tiara, there would have been no one cuter. Anyway, I also let Buffy and Cordy have that fantastic limo to themselves. How much would I have loved that? Going in a "snugglesome" (to use Red's word) limo as B's date to Homecoming. As B's date.... well, that's how I would have seen it, don't know about her.
I think she's kinda forgiven me for attacking deadboy. I guess I was a little irrational, I was so pissed at her for not telling me about him. She always moans at me for not opening up, what does she expect if she doesn't do the same? I guess I can't really blame her though. The gang aren't that forgiving when it comes to betrayal. I don't think I would have been back, if I was him.
B never thinks straight when it comes to Angel. She thinks with her heart, much like I do when it comes to her. I've been dropping hints about how I feel, but she's either not getting them, or she's ignoring them. Either isn't good. She either doesn't think about it at all, or she doesn't want to think about it. I understand that, love is a scary thing. People take advantage of it, use it to fuck you. Literally.
<"You know before we did it?"
"Huh?"
"You said you love me?"
"Oh, right."
"Well, I guess, I mean.... I love you too."
"Right."
"Where are you going?"
"Home. Do you really think I meant it? Who the Hell would ever love shit like you?">
Asshole. It took me a while to realise that most people just say it to get me into bed. Eventually I just stopped trusting anyone. No one was worth it. Then I saw B, and I had found someone worth the risk. So I stayed around. Yeah, we've hurt each other a few times already, but things are getting better, and no way am I going to let her down again.
I see her and it makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time. I want to tell her how I feel, how she makes me feel, but I don't know how to say it. I don't really think she feels the same way, I mean, B's straight I think. I think. It's just these little things that happen between us that makes me feel I have the smallest chance. The way she jokes about us being just good friends, the tension between us when we slay or train. The way she keeps trying to help me.
I think I can do this.
I can tell her I love her.
She rolls over and stares at me with those big green eyes and smiles.
"What are you thinking?"
I hesitate a moment too long, and my nerve goes.
I'll show her a good time tomorrow. I'll take her out, we'll slay, we'll party, then we'll eat, and I'll tell her.
"Faith?" She asks.
I shake my head and grin. "Nothing."
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll tell her I love her. After all, we have all the time in the world.