Fear - Only Human
by Raven White
Rating: R
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Spoilers: All seasons of BTVS.
Warning: CHARACTERS DEATH.
Author's Notes: This has not been Beta read. This will be turning it into a series. Let me know what you all think about it.
The bus ride to Los Angeles was bittersweet. They had lost many of the now slayers in the battle, but what hurt down to the bone was the fact that they had lost one of their own...Xander,..not to be forgotten they lost Willow's lover, Kennedy....
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FLASHBACK
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"Buffy, Catch!" Kennedy yelled as a Turok-Han began its attack on her, she was able to fend this one off with ease, the next four turned out to be even harder. Not use to the full power as of yet, one of them got in a good hit and then the two that was left were cutting into her with their long knives, she fell, crying out for Willow with her last breath.
As some of the Turok-Han's got past the slayers below, Andrew screamed that they were coming up the stairs..."THEY'RE COMING!!!"...."GOD WE'RE GOING TO DIED!!" He stood there pissing his pants watching Anya.
"Will you please stop that Andrew! I told you to use the bathroom before we came." Holding her weapon up waiting on the Turok-Han, as they made their way to the front, starting making swipes at them and then she was yelling, Xander heard her screams and came running to her, just as a sword found its way into his chest.
"An."
"XANDER.....Nooooooooo."
Not stopping, she pictured bunnies and then she kicked the shit out of the Turok-Han, cutting heads off, not taking the time to watch them fall to the floor into a pile of dust.
"YOU HURT MY XANDER...YOU HURT XANDER, YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT...YOU HURT..XANDER!"
Andrew was watching and trying to stay alive, killing what came after him, just as he was about to meet the end of a Turok-Han weapon. Anya killed the thing.
"Stay alive, Dammit!" Tears were dried on her face as they continue the killing.
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END FLASHBACK
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The chosen two were checking on the wounded. Since Willow would not let Buffy by her at all, instead Anya was holding her as they both were crying their eyes out.
"Hey Robin, how you feeling dude?"
"Like someone stabbed me, Faith. How are you doing? How many others are wounded?"
"Nice to see that you still have that fire that I saw last night!" Smirking at him. "I can't complain about me,.. size's we lost some important people this time out. Some of the new slayers, Xander and Kennedy didn't make it." Stopping as a mist of tears came to her eyes, swallowing hard. "Sorry."
"Hey, it's alright. We're only human." Trying to smile to let her know that it would get better. As Robin was now dosing on and off. Faith felt a hand on her shoulder, knowing who it was from the feelings that she was feeling.
"Faith, how is he?" The hand didn't move.
They could both feel the heat from each other body. Turning her head slowly to look at the blonde, she saw blood on the white top that Buffy was wearing.
"B, Robin's holding his own right now. But how are you doing? You're still bleeding!"
"I'll be fine Faith. It's just a small knife wound, don't worry about me. We have so many others to worry about now." Tearing came to the original slayer's eyes. "we lost so many, it just never stops." ... "I'm gonna go and check on..."
"BUFFY!!!" The dark slayer yelled as she was raising up and catching her. "B, come on, talk to me. Fuck don't you die on me!" Turning looking around, seeing that Red and Anya was looking at her, she made her way toward the other them. Standing before them, she went to lean down and give Buffy to the redhead.
"I..I can't Faith. Not right now...She would want you to take care of her. Please!" The redhead was turning an even paler shade of pale as the dark slayer was standing there looking at her pissed off and yet she understood.
"It's okay. I will take care of her." Moving off into the back, finding a seating to lay the blonde slayer down on, that didn't already have someone laying on it. Turning around she saw one of the slayers that was not seriously hurt, laying on one of the seats, taking up space that she needed for B right now.
"Get up the fuck up NOW!"
The once timid slayer, started to pissed and moan at her. But seeing the killer looking brown eyes that was worst than a hundred Turok-Han. Not wasting any time, she moved away from her and would remember not to piss off the dark one.
"Ok'y, B..gonna lay you down. I don't understand the new ones at all." Shaking her head as the blonde's back touch the seat. "I need to get some bandages and I'll be right back." Turning around she came face to face with Dawn.
"Here Faith, I saw her fall into your arms. I got some bandages and what not's. IS...is she going to be okay?"...."I can't lose her again." Trying her best not to break down and just start crying her eyes out.
"Why don't you go and see to Red and Anya. I'll take care of B here. Don't worry, I ain't gonna let her walk away just yet, Brat."
"Faith, don't call her that." Blinking eyes at them.
"Glad you back sis. You really need to stop being a drama queen oh. Gonna go see if I can do anything for Willow and Anya. Take care of her Faith." Walking off to the other two, trying to take her mind off of her sister, Xander and Kennedy. Not to mention the lost of her hometown.
"Faith, I don't need those..need to save them for the others." Trying to get up and see to the others.
"STAY THE FUCK ON THAT BENCH! You're bleeding, you fainted on top of me. SO don't you fucking move Buffy!"
"Alright...already...sheesh. I'm laying still. You gonna get on top?"
"I ain't playing here B. Don't ya move and I don't think you want me on top you right now. We would both get bloody and if I remember right, you like me on the bottom."
"FAITH, sheesh..don't want everyone knowing that!" Her color was growing paler, going to say something else but as the words left her mouth, she passed out again.
"B...shit. That's enough talking. Let's see what hurt you that bad."
Looking around at the bus, the dark slayer took a deep breath, sighing and then taking the bottom of the soiled top into her fingers. Raising it up, seeing the sword wound. Pulling her partner up and looking at her back, seeing that the wound went all the way through.
"FUCK ME!" *The bandages ain't going to help her. I have to stop the bleeding. I wonder? Fuck why not.* Yelling for Dawn, telling her what she needed now. "Dammit B, why do you think you're wonder woman all the damn time. You're human B. I just don't know what gets into that mind of yours at times."
"Faith, I got what you asked for. An arrow, gasoline and one of the strips from the white sheet. What are you planning to do to my sister?"
"Dawn, you are going to have to trust me. I would never hurt your sister, ... ever again."
"FINE, but if she dies, I will find a way to hurt you."
"If she dies...that will hurt more than what you could ever do to me."
"Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I need you to get two of the other slayers that are not hurt...well..let me add that are not seriously hurt, that can come over here now."
"Just a second, I already asked two of them. Come on over here. I'll be right back Faith, gonna go tell Giles to pull over."
"Smart Brat!" Shaking head. "Alright one of you get by her head and hold her hands up above her head." Watching one of them move into position.
"Ready."
"You hold her feet, after I move just a bit. Make sure that she doesn't move, cause this is going to hurt like a bitch."
"FAITH, GILES HAS STOPPED THE BUS!"
"Damn, I think they didn't hear her in Boston. Come here Dawn."
Running down the short space. "Yeah, what?"
"I need you to open the gasoline can." ....the smell of gas filled the bus.
"GOD SOMEONE OPEN A WINDOW...it smells in here." Window coming down sounding like nails on a blackboard.
"Done Faith."
"Good, now use the sheet and get some gasoline on it...That's right..just a bit..close the gas and hand it to anyone." The smell died down.
"God, that stinks."
"Now, take the arrow and rub it with the gasoline, be sure to coat it fully. Hand it to me with the tip pointing down." Taking the arrow and then breathing heavy.
"Guys turn her body till the wound is hanging off of the bench, now hold on tight to her, keep her still. I am going to slide this arrow through her body at the wound." Raising the arrow up at the wound in Buffy. "I'm sorry B.".. With half her strength, she pushed the arrow though the wound.
"AW FUCK!! ...WHAT THE FUCK?"
"Hold still sis, please."
Tears were running down two faces.
"Dawn come here, take this arrow."
"Eww." There was blood on it.
"Stop it! I need you to talk to her."
"Hey Buffy, what say that we go shopping once we get to Angel's. I so want a new everything. I need new shoes, new panties......"
The whole bus could hear the growing list of things that everyone would be needing soon. All except for a raven slayer. She was pulling a match from her pocket, looking at the blonde as their eyes meet. Seeing fear, trust and unless she was way off base, there was love as there.
"HOLD HER!" The smell of sulfur rose up and then the smell of skin, blood and gasoline.
"FAITH....FAAAAITHHHHHHH...FUCKKKK!!!!"
The wound was now burning out, slowly not red anymore, blood stopped. Buffy was out of it, passed out from the pain.
"You can move her back onto the bench now. Thank you girls. Go get some rest. Dawn you did wonderful."
Raising a hand, moving back hair from the blonde's face, the world came down to the two of them for mere seconds.
"Faith, thank you. I know that hurt you to do that to her... I'm gonna sit over here, so I can be close to her."
"Okay." Brown eyes stayed on the blonde slayer, a hand caressing the still face, the other hand holding a small petite hand. Small tears ran free out of brown eyes as time moved on for the whole bus.
...continued in Of Love...