A/N: Okay so I know I'm not the best writer and these are going to be completely random, they would never happen they are basically what ifs that pop into my head so I apologise for their crappiness but I wanted weird sweet Fuffy moments.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns everything in the Buffyverse none of it is mine unfortunately.
Timeline: Season 3, after Faith turns to the Mayor but before anything big really goes down.
Meetings and Ill Feelings.
Buffy had no idea how it happened.
She was supposed to hate her. She was supposed to look at her and feel nothing but disgust. She was supposed to feel the sting of betrayal gnawing at her insides.
So why was she here? Why was she here in her house, on her couch?
She had been on patrol, stalking through the cemeteries looking for something to slay. It had been a fairly quiet night; most of the town's nasties had been keeping a low profile as of late and Buffy was beginning to get antsy. Here was the Mayor, biggest evil to date just waiting to be killed but his tiny invincibility clause put a dampener on that.
Upon hearing the sounds of a fight up ahead Buffy had to stop herself from squealing in delight as she rushed towards the sounds of the scuffle. Rounding the corner she saw one vampire punched a dark haired girl to the ground as his buddies began kicking her repeatedly as she cowered curled up in the fetal position on the ground.
"You know for someone who has a couple of lifetimes to come up with things to do you vampires really do lack imagination," she said causing the three vampires to look up at her, their yellow eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
"Slayer," the first vampire hissed lunging for her, his two companions quickly following suit.
Not missing a beat Buffy dove into the fight, relishing the feeling of her muscles stretching and straining as she struggled with the vampires. Quickly staking the first two she turned to the last who upon seeing his friends dusted had begun to run away. Taking aim she threw her stake in his direction, grinning as it hit its mark and the final vampire exploded into dust.
Rubbing her hands together to rid them of any excess vampire dust Buffy turned her attention to the girl she had rescued who she noticed was now kneeling on all fours her long dark hair obscuring Buffy's view of her face.
"Hey are you ok?" she asked bending down so that she was on the same level as the other girl and reached her hand out to touch her arm. Upon contact with the girl's arm Buffy pulled her hand away quickly as the other girl's skin was alarmingly hot to touch.
"Hey maybe you should sit down for awhile," Buffy reasoned as the girl before her struggled to stand up, she nearly made it as well but just before she stood to full height her knees gave way and Buffy found herself knocked down under the weight of the falling girl.
On impact with the ground the girl groaned and Buffy struggled to free herself from their tangle of limbs. When she finally had gotten herself free she found herself face to face with someone she really hadn't expected to see.
Kneeling in front of her was Faith who looked several shades paler then Buffy had ever seen her. Her face was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and the thin tendrils of hair that framed her face stuck to her cheeks. Buffy could see that even in the warm Sunnydale evening Faith was shivering and hugging herself tightly.
As it was it appeared that Faith hadn't spotted Buffy yet as her eyes were currently squeezed shut. Her shuddery breaths were the only sounds that filled the silence.
As her former ally knelt, shivering before her Buffy felt a rush of emotions pour through her chest. Faith's betrayal rang clearly in her mind and she wished with all her might that she wasn't here right now and that she didn't have to deal with what was in front of her.
She wished that she could just leave her; pretend as though this whole encounter had never happened. Walk home happy and carefree and report another successful patrol to her Watcher and then settle in on the couch and watch movies with her mother.
She knew she couldn't when a throaty cough pulled her from her thoughts and her eyes found deep brown ones staring back into them.
"B?" Faith's usually raspy voice seemed even impossibly raspier, her fever bright eyes showing her clear confusion.
"Faith what are you doing here?" Buffy asked her.
"I-I don't know, I think I was going home, or-or maybe I was coming to meet you, I-I think I was, coming to tell Giles, and you about it, all about it because it was important to tell and you have to know, because you're Buffy," Faith replied pulling her arms even tighter around herself as she shivered in the warm breeze.
Buffy frowned, Faith wasn't making any sense and she was nearly one hundred percent certain that the other Slayer hadn't been coming to meet her and Giles as they hadn't spoken in quite awhile on account of Faith being on the side of all things evil.
Sighing as she slipped off her jacket, Buffy placed it round Faith's shoulders, careful not to touch the other girl. Buffy was hurt by the actions of her sister Slayer and wasn't at all comfortable being around her, even in her current state.
Still contemplating what she should do Buffy knew she couldn't just leave the other girl where she was. Not only was she clearly not completely lucid, Buffy couldn't deal with the other's girl's death on her conscience if any demon found her where she was.
"B," Faith started and Buffy looked up to meet her eyes, "I don't feel so good," she finished.
Taking in Faith's slightly flushed cheeks Buffy sighed again as she stood.
"Yeah I'm getting that," she said reaching down to reluctantly offer Faith her hand and was once again startled as she felt the warmth of the other girl's skin.
Once she had gotten Faith to her feet she placed one arm around her waist frowning as she felt the trembles running down Faith's spine. Glad for once that she had decided to patrol the cemetery closest to her house she began the short and slow walk home.
Faith was unusually quiet and Buffy was glad. It was hard enough for her to have to deal with Faith being this close to her and needing her help, she wasn't sure she could handle it if Faith had been speaking to her, although looking at the pale and shaky demeanor of her fellow Slayer she wasn't even sure the other girl would be up to it.
Reaching her front door Buffy paused, she wasn't sure how she was going to explain this to her mother. Joyce knew about Faith's betrayal and had often vocalized how she felt that there was still some good left in Faith. Buffy just hoped that Joyce still felt that way when confronted with the dark Slayer.
Pushing open her front door she helped Faith into the living room and sat her down on the couch.
"Stay here," she said to Faith as the dark haired girl nodded her head.
Entering the kitchen where she could hear the sounds of her mother putting dishes away she smiled a greeting and stood watching her from the doorway.
"What's wrong?" Joyce Summers asked her daughter putting the dish she was currently holding down on the kitchen counter.
"Noth-how could you tell?" Buffy replied.
"Call it mother's intuition," Joyce smiled back.
"It's Faith," Buffy sighed sitting down on one of the bar stools.
"What's she done?" Joyce asked.
"She's here," Buffy replied.
"Why?" Buffy couldn't help but notice the slight tinge of panic that entered her mother's reply.
"I found her on patrol, she was getting attacked by these vamps, I think she's pretty sick she is all shaky and hot and I think she still thinks we're friends so I didn't know what to do so I just bought her back here and now she's in the living room," Buffy said taking in a deep breath as she finished.
"Are you sure this isn't some game of hers?" Joyce asked her daughter.
"No, I'm pretty sure she's legit, she's not that good of a faker," Buffy replied.
Taking a deep breath Joyce ran her hands through her hair and then placing her hands on the counter she nodded her head.
"Okay then, well lets go see what's wrong shall we," she said.
"Thanks mom, I didn't know what to do," Buffy said smiling at her mother as Joyce followed her towards the living room.
Walking closer the Summers women could see Faith had her head leaning against the back of the couch, her eyes were half closed and she was blinking rapidly trying desperately to stay awake. Taking in the young girl's pale and sweaty complexion and flushed cheeks Joyce ordered Buffy to bring her blankets, pillows and a cool washcloth.
Coming to sit on the coffee table in front of Faith Joyce leaned over and placed a cool hand on Faith's forehead. This action startled the drowsy Slayer and Faith's head jerked upright and she weakly grabbed Joyce's wrist.
"Faith its okay sweetheart it's just Joyce," the eldest Summers woman said.
"Oh, hey Mrs. S," Faith replied and Joyce frowned at her raspy voice.
"Buffy tells me you're not feeling very well," Joyce said running and comforting hand through Faith's hair.
"Nah I'm okay Mrs. S," Faith said trying to stop her shivering and silently cursing her slightly chattering teeth.
"Well regardless why don't you have a little slumber party at our house tonight," Joyce said squeezing Faith's arm reassuringly as Buffy returned with the supplies.
"Buffy why don't you take Faith into the kitchen and get something to eat while I set this all up," Joyce said motioning to her daughter.
Buffy nodded and reached down again to help Faith up and led her into the kitchen and sat her down at the table.
"We don't have much so sandwiches will have to do," she said not looking at the other girl and buttering slices of bread as she spoke.
"S'ok B, I'm not hungry anyways," this more then anything worried Buffy the most. Faith and food went together like a house and fire so this confirmed that the other girl definitely wasn't faking it.
Bringing two plates over to the table and setting one down in front of Faith she wordlessly motioned for the other girl to eat.
"You have to eat something or you will never get better," she said taking a bite of her own.
After a moment Faith half heartedly followed and the two Slayer's sat and ate in silence. When she had finished Buffy looked over and noticed that Faith had barely touched her food. Instead she was sitting with her head resting in one hand, the other holding one half of her sandwich.
"Faith," Buffy said questioningly and the other girl looked at her with tired eyes.
"Sorry B, just kinda feel like I've been run over by an 18 wheeler," Faith replied.
Nodding Buffy rose from her place and put their dishes in the sink, returning to the table she helped Faith back into the living room where Joyce had arranged blankets and pillows to make a comfy bed on the couch.
"Ok you girls get settled and I'm going to go and grab Faith some aspirin," Joyce said noticing Buffy's wide eyes as she pushed her daughter onto the couch next to Faith.
""B, you're mom's nice," Faith said while trying to make herself comfortable. When Joyce returned she proclaimed that the three were going to spend the night in front of the television and have a real 'chick flick fest' to which Faith protested mildly.
As the end credits on Love Actually began to roll Buffy felt her whole body stiffen as Faith's head dropped onto her shoulder and despite the blankets covering them she could feel the other girl shivering as she snuggled in closer trying to steal some of Buffy's body warmth. Her mother noticed her reaction to the other girl and scowled at her over Faith's head.
"I thought you wanted to help her," Joyce said quietly.
"I do, I think, it's just weird and uncomfortable with her here and what if she wakes up and tries to kill us, I bet then you wouldn't be all complainy because I was on my guard," Buffy said defiantly.
"Buffy the girl has a temperature and can hardly stand on her own I doubt she's going to be killing anyone anytime soon. Besides she obviously doesn't have anyone else who could take care of her so she's our responsibility for the moment," Joyce said in her best motherly voice.
"She has the Mayor, that's who she left us for," Buffy grumbled.
"Well he mustn't care for her that much if he let her out patrolling in this condition," Joyce stated standing up from the couch. Buffy looked at her warily as she stood in front of the two Slayers on the couch.
"Did you ever stop and think that maybe Faith was in that cemetery, the one closest to our house for a reason, I mean think about it Buffy when you're sick who do you want looking after you, the ones you feel most comfortable with right, so think about why she was there in the first place."
With that Joyce leaned down and put her arms around Faith's shoulders, guiding the dark Slayer down so that her head was resting in Buffy's lap. Faith stirred and opened her eyes looking up at them blearily.
"Wha," she started as Joyce pushed her back down.
"It's ok honey just go back to sleep Buffy is going to stay here with you," Joyce said stroking her hands over Faith's hair as the dark haired girls eyes drifted shut again.
"Mom!" Buffy said incredulously, not knowing where to put her hands. She knew she couldn't move without waking the other girl and her mother definitely knew that.
"I just want you to think about things," Joyce replied giving her daughter a knowing look, "have a good night honey."
Buffy hadn't ever felt so uncomfortable in her entire life. She was sitting straight upright her hands wavering over Faith's stomach she didn't want to touch the other Slayer. She couldn't believe her mother, earlier in the evening Joyce hadn't even been sure they should trust Faith and then here was, wanting Buffy to completely embrace the other girl and forget all about the things she had done to her.
She looked down at her sister Slayer. She was so confused with her feelings towards the other girl. On one hand she was so hurt with Faith's betrayal, but on the other it had been so wonderful to have someone who could understand what it was like to be a Slayer and she wouldn't easily admit it to anyone but deep down she so badly wanted to have Faith on her side again and if this was a cry for help well, she didn't want to get her hopes up but she would be so excited.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a coughing fit from Faith who sat up quickly as it sounded like she was coughing up a lung. Reacting purely on instinct Buffy didn't even realize as her hands found their way to Faith's back and she rubbed them up and down in an effort to ease Faith's coughing.
Faith collapsed back down onto Buffy her face flushed as she sucked in air trying to control her breathing.
"Thanks B," she said sounding completely spent.
"A-are you alright?" Buffy asked her.
"A little sleepy," Faith replied looking up at her with tired eyes.
"Faith, can I ask you a question?" Buffy asked.
"Mmm," Faith mumbled her eyes drooping closed.
"Did you come looking for me tonight?" to which Faith's eyes snapped open.
"Whattya mean?" she answered.
"I haven't seen you in ages, since well you know, and then you just turn up in the cemetery closest to my house, you gotta know I might've have been there so why did you go there?" Buffy asked.
"I dunno, I woke up this morning and I felt kinda bad and then I dunno I think I lost a lot of time yesterday and I dunno where my head was at and I just felt like shit and it just felt like I needed someone I knew and then it got worse and then the next thing I remember is your mom talking to me. I guess I probably shouldn't be here huh," Faith said trying to get up.
Buffy found herself pushing her back down.
"Yeah you shouldn't, but you look like crap and I don't want your death on my conscience so you're staying here until you're better and I guess we'll go from there," Buffy said resting her hands on Faith's stomach.
"B," Faith said her voice taking on a breathy quality as her exhaustion caught up with her.
"Yeah," Buffy replied.
"I missed you," she finished as she drifted off.
Buffy was speechless as she looked down at Faith's face which looked so young and innocent when she was asleep, it was hard to believe looking at her now all of the things she had done and was capable of.
"I missed you too," Buffy said, and she surprised herself because she actually meant it.