"They smell good, don't they?" Buffy asked.
"What?" Faith said, looking up from making the bed.
"Clean sheets," the other Slayer explained. "Like summer."
"I wouldn't know," Faith replied, almost sullenly.
"Right. I forgot."
"I noticed."
There was an awkward pause between the two.
"I wish I could stay, but..." Buffy shrugged.
"Oh, you have to go..."
"It's just that - "
"Sam's in trouble. I know." Faith held her hands up.
"So much to do to help him." Buffy paused. "Now I really have to..."
"So go," Faith replied. "Don't let me keep."
A few drops of blood dripped down onto the clean sheets, and Faith looked up, to see that Sam was standing in Buffy's place.
"Damn, just when we made it so nice," Faith commented.
Sam and Faith both looked down at the knife sticking out of his stomach.
"Are you ever going to take this out?" he asked.
Faith stared at it for a few more moments, then ripped it out, causing Sam to cry out in pain.
~*~*~*~
Faith looked up at the sky, noting a few grey clouds forming. She returned her attention to Wilkins.
"Think it's gonna rain?" she asked.
"Nonsense," he smiled, then gestured to her plate. "Now, eat your sandwich."
Faith smiled and tapped on the blanket. "I don't know. It just always seems like it starts raining about now."
"You're too young and too pretty a girl to start wearing worry lines on your face," the Mayor said, smiling kindly at her. "Y'see, there's nothing gonna spoil our time together. Who wants cheese cake?"
~*~*~*~
"Faith! Wake up!" Anya shook her shoulder.
Faith groaned and opened her eyes. She was laying on top of the bed at the motel, but Anya was in the bed that she thought Dean had been occupying.
"Faith, you have to wake up right away!" Anya tried again.
"I'm not really in charge of these things," Faith replied.
"Please wake up, oh please." Anya sounded anxious.
"I need my beauty sleep. So stop it, ok?" Faith rolled over onto her back, and she became aware of the demon on the ceiling. She sat up, and then realised she was now in her bedroom in LA.
"Buffy and I just made that bed..."
She stood in front of the bed, the covers all rumpled.
"It's so late..."
~*~*~*~
"I wear the cheese but it does not wear me."
Faith's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Honestly," she muttered.
~*~*~*~
"Do you think it's time?" Dean asked.
Faith spun around to see Dean standing in the kitchenette, wearing a wife beater and shorts, holding a bottle of beer.
"I guess so," Faith replied.
"You have to be ready," he told her, then dropped the bottle. The glass shattered and liquid spread across the floor.
They both stared at it, before Faith bent down to pick up the glass. She watched the liquid turn to blood.
~*~*~*~
"Disneyland," Sam was saying, walking backwards as he spoke to Faith. "Disneyland was a date."
Faith quirked an eyebrow, but a smile was spreading over her lips. "Oh really?"
"And last night? I bought you dinner. That's a date."
~*~*~*~
"These..." he said, holding up the cheese slices. "Will not protect you."
"Thanks?" Faith asked.
~*~*~*~
"I think it's strange. I mean, I think I should worry that we haven't found his name," Gunn said.
Gunn sat across from Faith on the floor of his office, a robot who looked like Sam stood in between them.
"Who, Mr Bot?" Faith asked.
"You'd think he'd let us know his name by now."
"He will," Faith replied. "He's not all grown yet."
"You're not worried?" he questioned.
"I never worry here," she said, gesturing around. "I'm safe here."
~*~*~*~
"L'hippo a piqué ton pantalon," Angel told her.
Faith nodded.
~*~*~*~
"Guys, the demons have escaped!" Faith stood in the room with Dean and Sam.
"This could be trouble," Sam said.
"We better make a fort," Dean replied.
Sam nodded. "I'll get some pillows."
~*~*~*~
The sky was getting darker as they moved along, grey clouds shadowing over the blue sky.
"Disneyland," Sam was saying, walking backwards as he spoke to Faith. "Disneyland was a date."
Faith kept her attention on the shadows. "Oh really?"
"And last night? I bought you dinner. That's a date."
The shadow was almost on top of them now.
"SAM!" Faith screamed.
~*~*~*~
"SAM!"
Faith tossed and turned in her sleep.
Sam & Dean
Sam was jolted awake by Faith's cries, but not before Dean was standing at the edge of the bed with a knife in his hand.
"Wake her up," he gulped, one eye half open but his biceps clearly ready for action.
Sam took a moment to process why he was standing like that, before carefully shaking Faith by the shoulders.
"Faith?" he said calmly, in a soft tone, "Faith? Come on Faith, wake up..."
Faith
Faith's eyes shot open and her cheeks were wet from tears. She took a moment to realise she was awake for real this time and once her eyes had settled on Sam's face, her expression became less troubled.
"Hi..." she said slowly.
Sam & Dean
"Hey you," Sam smiled, wiping her face with his thumb.
"And goodnight," Dean turned back to his bed, slipping the knife under the pillow again and getting back under the sheets.
"Are you ok?" Sam frowned, ignoring him.
Faith
"Yeah," Faith replied softly. "Sorry for the wake up call."
Her mind was racing after her dream, and she struggled to collect her thoughts.
Sam
"It's no problem, really," Sam insisted, "I've done enough of my own."
Faith
Faith smiled faintly, but her eyes were still clouded over with worry.
"It's... I don't know."
Sam
"If it's any consolation... it does help to talk about it. As cliche as that sounds," Sam offered, hearing Dean snoring again already.
Faith
"I don't know if it's worth talking about, really," Faith replied, biting her bottom lip.
"It could just be nothing."
But the nagging feeling in her stomach was telling her otherwise.
Sam
"You don't believe that," Sam told her straight out.
"And hey, I could make you tell me..."
Faith
Faith was quiet for a moment, before sitting up.
"I think... I think I need some air."
Her hands shook as she pulled the covers off herself.
Sam
Sam sat up with her, staring at her intently.
"Stop," he instructed telepathically and verbally, gulping a little because he knew straight off the bat that he was doing something wrong.
"Tell me."
Faith
Faith glanced at him, then her gaze returned to her lap.
"It's probably nothing, Sam, really. It was just a dream."