"FUCK..."

Her foot is stuck because she doesn't stand back up. I don't know if I should go give her a hand or not. she kneels on the floor. I hessitate while I see the bookshelf falling down, I can't move... I can't go, I can't talk, I can't breathe... in the last minute I decide to go offer her my hand, but it is too late. The bookshelf has fallen on top of her, her eyes close and she collapses to the floor. With the corner of my eye, I can pretty well see Angel and Cordelia running down the stairs and approaching.

Angel and Cordelia hurry to come closer while I am still here frozen in this very spot contemplating Faith's static figure. Angel throws the first aid box to Cordelia and lifts the bookshelf so he can take Faith out of there. Cordelia throws the box to the sofa and quickly kneels as well and caresses Faith's hair crying. I really can't move, I'm only frozen here unable to do a single thing, from far away I hear Angel say "Damn it Buffy! What did you do to her?"




[Chapter 3]



"Damn it Buffy! what did you do to her?" I hear him say while shaking almost angrily my shoulders.

I still can't answer, I can't even look at him. I don't know what I feel. I only look at her, laying on the floor. Unable to move, unable to attack, unable to look at me, unable to answer back to my insults, unable to hurt me, unable to try to kill me, unable to wake ip. Again, that instantaneous flashback gets inside my head. I see her trying to move, I see her kneel in the floor, I see her close her eyes slowly. Far away, too far away... "Buffy, help me" "Buffy, help me"

"BUFFY, HELP ME"

"Whu.. what?"

"We gotta take her to the hospital"

"yeah.. yeah, sure" I say absently, this is so surrel. Faith out of jail, Faith in coma again. It is like an enormous De Javu repitting itself inside my head

"NO" Says Cordelia from the back

"WHAT?" there is no time for that Cordelia. We have to take her to the hospital as soon as possible. Angel says while he lifts Faith in his arms.

"They are gonna think that Faith got into another fight again and that she tried to kill buffy. Specially if they see her there because she is gonna say so"

"You're right Cordelia. I'll say she attacked me because she did so"

"In that case Buffy.. Uhm, could you stay?"

"Whatever Angel, I didn't even ask to come with you in the first place" I say angrily as I see him leave.

Cordelia walks away as well and leaves me here alone in the living room. She won't talk to me, she won't even bare to look at me in the eye. I think all of them are suddendly angry at me, but I don't really see why. The only thing I did was to...


*Door Opens*

The door opens again and I see smoke coming out of it. "Shit! Angel?" Damn it, he went out in the middle of the day, and we didn't even care, guess we were too concentrated in other stuff. I'm still avoiding meeting his eyes because I want him to know that I am still very mad at him. He talks with Cordelia as if I couldn't listen, but he very well knows I can. He asks her if she can take Faith to the hospital. She says that she is afraid. Afraid??? Of what? that Faith might die on the way and that the police blames her for her death. I'm still standing here as if I wasn't able to hear a single word. However, she suggests they call an ambulance, but he says that if they come and see the mess we've made, they're gonna take Faith back to prison.

Is not that I really care, but... they are standing there like idiots arguing and none of them realizes that if they don't do something she's gonna die right now while their cheap soap opera continues. My mouth opens and I think I loose my senses for an instant because I hear my self saying "Angel I'll take her"

"WHU... WHAT??" I hear him say with surprised wide eyes, but a little released as well. 

"I said I'll take her" I walk slowly and doubtfully and lift the brunette girl in my arms "Now tell me where is the damn hospital before I regret this"

"Alright, drive straight until you get to the 54th. once you are already there, turn right, keep on going for three more blocks, in the corner turn right, keep on going for one block and you'll see the hospital"

"Whatever" I mutter while I shut the door close after me


*Door Closes*

----- * -----

Shit! Sometimes I really hate myself for doing this kind of thing. I'd give anything just for being unsensitive and beeing able of not giving a fuck if someone's hurt or dies. But No! here I go again, taking to the hospital to the very person I wanted dead minutes ago. I hate cars, I don't know why I even bought one... and I don't know why I am using this one and not Angel's. Yet, here you have me, placing Faith on the front seat and driving until I get to the damn 54th. But I guess it is my fault what happened to her, so this is what I have to do, even if I don't like it. "Damn!" I tried to turn on the radio and I broke the thing..damn damn damn.

I can see from here the sign that says 54th, now I have to turn ri...

"WHATTHEFUCK?, GET ME OUT OF HERE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING ME?"

"FUCK!" Faith's scream scared the hell out of me and made me let go the wheel unexpectedly. Easy, Breathe.. Ok!... getting control back now.

"Uh B!.. I love it when the wheels make that sound... so where are we going?" she asks smirking a little now.

"Nowhere" I snap at her angrily and without even looking at her I turn the car around to go back to Angel's

"How the hell did I get here? Last thing I remember is...

I step on the brake again, look at her with hate, start driving again and say "I kicked you, you fell on the bookshelf, your foot got stuck, the bookshelf fell on you, you fainted, and we thought you were dead" I see her open her eyes in surprise and open her mouth to say something. "Now please please I would appreciate some silence here, thanks is nothing personal so no offense" I say to her and she shuts up.

With the corner of my eye I see her fasten her seat belt, open the window, she aslo looks outside and smiles. Not that I care, but she looks happy. Well, I really don't blame her. It's been three years and I would miss all these insignificant things after so many time too. I think I feel a little released because nothing really happened to her. I thought she had died or that she had fallen on coma again.

We're here, I get off the car and slam its door close with all my strenght. She is still sitting there, but I don't care even though it is my car.

*Door Opens*

I get inside the house again and slam its door after me. Cordelia and Angel look at me weirdly, I know what they're thinking, so when I see Angel open his mouth slightly to let out something I snap at him acidly and say "She's fine". He looks at me even more surprised and I say "In the car"

Cordelia runs inmediatly outside to check on 'princess Faith'. I walk upstairs to pick up my thing and leave once for all, and while I do it I feel Angel's eyes follow me, but I don't turn around to meet his eyes.

 ----- * -----

Some of my stuff is still on the bed I slept on, so I put them in order and put them back to my backpack. I start to make the bed while I see little transparent drops wet the white sheets.

Someone's knocking the door. I know for sure it is Angel. Who else would it be? I mumble "It's your house, you don't need authorization"


*Door Opens*


He enters and glances around. After I while I hear him say "What are you doing Buffy?"

"Packing"

"Well, that is kind of obvious, but... are you leaving?"

"That is obvious too" 

"Bu.. But I thought we were doing that research together"

"So did I, but I changed my mind" Damn It! this is turning even more painful than what I thought it would be.

"Buffy, are you crying?"

"No Angel, it is just that L.A. Winters can be so hot that even my eyes are sweating now.. any other doubt you'd like to clear?"

"Why?"

"Because! It doesn't matter, just.. just let me. Go take care of your queen but be careful you don't end up all fried in the sun"

"But you can't leave like that"

"I can! if you don't believe me, just look" I say walking to the door.

"Buffy, we need to talk"

"About?"

"It is....

"ANGEL GET DOWN" Cordelia Interrupts him. He looks at me, then at the stairs outside, then at me again. He doesn't say a word, he only lowers his head and starts walking to the stairs... Is that what you want?.. OK! you don't care about me no more, that is obvious. I finish doing the bed, close the door behind me, grab my backpack and walk out.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________

[Faith]


SHIT!.. Light.. lots of light, some shadows. I open my eyes, see trees?!?! Yeah! trees, the road, a car... WOW! What a car.. Ford Mustang.. 1967 I'd say.. But wait. Who's taking me? Buffy? Huh? "WHATTHEFUCK?, GET ME OUT OF HERE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING ME?"


"FUCK!" She yells letting go of the wheel and stepping on the brake. Woops. shouldn't have said that. I scared her... Bad bad girl! Anyways she seems to have recover control now.

"Uh B!.. I love it when the wheels make that sound... so where are we going?" I whisper smirking without remembering she is a slayer too and that she can very well hear me. She looks at me with anger and my smile fades inmediatly when she says "Nowhere" 

But by the way.... "How the hell did I get here? Last thing I remember is...

"I kicked you, you fell on the bookshelf, your foot got stuck, the bookshelf fell on you, you fainted, and we thought you were dead" I must look surprised, I open my mouth to say something but she snaps at me "Now please please I would appreciate some silence here, thanks is nothing personal so no offense" 

You did huh? But I don't care... It's been so long since last time in a car and what a car dude, so I don't give a damn who's on the wheel this time. I just fasten my seat belt, open the window, and loook outside. I love this. Feel the wind hitting my face y messing up my hair. I love the road, the way that it seems you go backwards if you stare at it for a big while... I love this.

We're at Angel's already. Despite of the fact that B's already gotten out, I don't want to get off the car yet. She walked away in the minute we got here.. I think that if possible she would have thrown herself out the window earlier. She slammed the door closed making the car shake a little.

I unfasten my seat belt and relax. I watch the way the silver corners of the car shine at times, play with the mirror, and look at my face. "Fuck B!... that is what I call a wound" 

"Yeah, it doesn't look cool"

I jump a little and then look at the one who talked and say "Cordy"

"Hey"

"We really didn't have time to say hi, did we?"

"Nope, but there is time for everything" she says smiling

"Yeah... Aw!.. by the way, I didn't have time to tell you that now that I can stare at you from head to toe and smell your perfume. I must admit that you are one of the hottest girls ever" I say smirking at her while winking an eye.

"God Faith!" She says shaking her head, smiling, and blushing a little "Are you ever gonna change?"

"Uhm... Nope" I say smiling.

"Ok! Now let's go clean those wounds of yours" she says while she takes my hand ang gets me off the car. I am not really attracted to her, but I love teasing her. And also, you gotta admit she looks FINE!

"Hey, I'm sorry about Buffy" she says out of the blue

"HUH?!" I say while frowning

"I know you really like her and I am sorry she treated you that way"

Shit! that wasn't planned. My smile has turned into a miserable pout, but before she sees it, I fake a cheap smile for her. "Don't worry! you gotta give a little time to her.. that is her way to say hi. You'll see how she'll fall in a little time" I say trying to convince her... just as much as I try to convince myself.


*Door Opens*


We walk in, there are no sings of Angel or Buffy. Cordelia looks for her first aid box everywhere, but she doesn't find it, so she calls the vampire. "ANGEL GET DOWN" but he doesn't appear until some long seconds. He walks with his head low. He looks just like a 15-year-old heartbroken kid. Who would guess he is a 200-year-old vampire now. There is dissapointment in his eyes, as well as sadness. Buffy walks down after him, with the same look in her eyes.

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