Faith ficlet
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cygny
The room she's in is small, and it's probably not been cleaned since the last time the health inspector came through -- which might be never. Neither the tv nor the lamp work, so in the hours before dawn she lies like this in total darkness. But it's all hers, so she doesn't complain. The other girls are crammed into rooms in 2s and 3s and there's one room with five girls, but they're all best friends and wanted it that way.
Faith knows that trying to separate them is an exercise in futility. She rolls over on the bed, not thinking about scrounging up enough quarters to take the sheets to a laundromat. She'd rather spend her quarters on coffee and on the cigarettes she hides from everyone.
She's got rid of a lot of bad habits since she killed a man. But she's picked up a few to replace them. Not nearly as bad, and she doesn't expect to live long enough to die of lung cancer even if her Slayer's powers of healing wouldn't prevent it anyhow. Smoking isn't the bad habit she really regrets, so she takes a long drag and blows out the smoke and tries not to look towards the door.
She's not in charge anymore, which is a good thing. Buffy's all over that, with Giles and the others riding shotgun. Her job, as far as she can tell, is to be the one the other girls come to to ask for advice. What not to do, how not to do it. How to put up with Buffy and live through the times when you aren't slaying demons.
Faith lives for the nights she gets to patrol without herding a bunch of new kids. In the meantime, she doesn't look away from the ceiling in case she sees the bars in place of the cheap wooden door.
cygnyThe room she's in is small, and it's probably not been cleaned since the last time the health inspector came through -- which might be never. Neither the tv nor the lamp work, so in the hours before dawn she lies like this in total darkness. But it's all hers, so she doesn't complain. The other girls are crammed into rooms in 2s and 3s and there's one room with five girls, but they're all best friends and wanted it that way.
Faith knows that trying to separate them is an exercise in futility. She rolls over on the bed, not thinking about scrounging up enough quarters to take the sheets to a laundromat. She'd rather spend her quarters on coffee and on the cigarettes she hides from everyone.
She's got rid of a lot of bad habits since she killed a man. But she's picked up a few to replace them. Not nearly as bad, and she doesn't expect to live long enough to die of lung cancer even if her Slayer's powers of healing wouldn't prevent it anyhow. Smoking isn't the bad habit she really regrets, so she takes a long drag and blows out the smoke and tries not to look towards the door.
She's not in charge anymore, which is a good thing. Buffy's all over that, with Giles and the others riding shotgun. Her job, as far as she can tell, is to be the one the other girls come to to ask for advice. What not to do, how not to do it. How to put up with Buffy and live through the times when you aren't slaying demons.
Faith lives for the nights she gets to patrol without herding a bunch of new kids. In the meantime, she doesn't look away from the ceiling in case she sees the bars in place of the cheap wooden door.