This story is seven days in the life of Buffy. I purposely left the story feeling a little choppy, it's not really my style, but I wanted to try something a little different. It's almost like looking through a photo album, it can leave things out and be out of order at times but you still get enough of the story to know what's going on. I hope you enjoy these 7 days.

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Monday…

I could feel the wound in my stomach still bleeding but I tried desperately to hold on to the moment we were having together as we looked over the hole known as Sunnydale. I was relieved and excited and terrified all at once and also a little queasy from the lack of blood but it was kind of a rush. Of course, the next thing I knew it all went black.

I woke four hours later and I knew before I even opened my eyes that I was in the hospital. I made sure to wiggle my fingers and toes and found something restricting the movement of my right hand. When I opened my eyes I realized it was because Faith was holding it between both of her hands.

She grinned when I opened an eye to look at her. "Hey, B."

I smiled. "Hi."

"You okay?" she asked. "You scared Giles and Red half to death."

"You too," I mumbled. I could see it in her eyes.

She held my gaze and nodded. "Me too."

"Everyone else okay?" I asked, my throat scratchy.

She nodded and stood up to pour me some water. "Everyone that was on the bus made it."

"Good," I replied with a sigh and took the water from her. "Thanks."

"Sure," she replied.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, noting the distinct lack of friends at my wounded bedside.

She shook her head. "I told you, you scared Giles half to death and they thought he was having a heart attack. He was down in the ER but they're releasing him now."

"What?" I asked, immediately starting to panic. My heart machine was beeping really fast suddenly.

Faith looked at it and nodded. "He's fine. Calm down, we don't need you having a heart attack."

I nodded and did my best to calm my breathing which calmed my heart rate down to a normal-for slayers-105.

Faith took a seat in the chair next to the bed and busied herself playing with a ring on my right hand. "So…"

"Good fight," I told her.

She looked up and grinned. "Hell yeah. We beat some demon ass in that one."

"I didn't think we were going to make it," I told her honestly. "There were so many of them."

"That was some scary shit, that's for sure," she told me as she suddenly reached over and grasped my hand. We both tried to ignore my heart monitor when the beeping increased as soon as she touched me.

"I'm glad you're okay," she told me.

"You too," I replied with a smile.

She grinned and that single act was enough to change our entire existence together. It all changed after that day.

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It wasn't hard to remember the way that Faith smiled. Or the way she had the smallest hint of a dimple with every word she spoke. It wasn't hard to remember the way she smelled. The scent of cigarette smoke and leather mixed with something entirely Faith. It really wasn't difficult at all to remember anything at all about Faith. She had that kind of presence that stayed with you after she was gone. Long after she was gone.

"So how does it look?" Xander asked, effectively halting my stream of thoughts.

I looked up at him standing in his tuxedo and I felt tears spring my eyes. "You look amazing, Xand."

He saw my tears and moved forward to pull me into a hug. "Are you sure you want to be here right now with me for this?"

I nodded my head; I needed to be strong for my friend right now. "Of course I want to be here for this."

He smiled. "So you're okay?"

"Of course," I lied with a smile.

"Good." He winked and turned to inspect himself in the mirror and it gave me a moment to catch my breath.

Xander's wedding was going to be amazing. He was marrying one of our slayers and she was so sweet and he was so in love. I really couldn't have been happier for my best friend.

"So when will she be coming?" I asked quietly. I couldn't help myself.

He turned and looked uncomfortable. "Wednesday."

"Two days." My heart suddenly skipped a beat. It was too soon.

"You're really sure you're okay with us inviting her?" he asked me.

I put on my bravest face and nodded. "Xander it's your wedding day, you should invite everyone that you want there."

He studied me carefully. "I appreciate the martyrdom, Buff, but I doubt she would have cared one way or the other."

"Faith loves you, she would of course care." I had to change the subject or things were going to get bad and quick.

He smiled a bit and nodded. "I know you two had a falling out I just want to make sure you're going to be okay."

"I promise everything will be fine." I only wished I actually believed that myself.

He grinned and turned back to the mirror so he could continue his tux fitting. "Great."

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"So how are you?" Kennedy asked me later that day. She was the only one that knew what had really happened between Faith and me.

"Honestly?" I asked. "Terrible."

She sighed. "You know she's bringing Wood with her don't you?"

"That should make the pain complete," I told her. Suddenly the ache in my chest returned and I felt the urge to cry.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked me.

"Sure," I replied.

Kennedy hesitated for a moment. "If you had the chance to have a do-over with Faith now, would you try to make it work with her?"

I thought for a moment. "I wouldn't redo what's been done because if I went back, I'd make the same decision. I wasn't ready to be with her." I paused and sighed. "But I will tell you that if she walked in the door right now and told me she loved me, I would commit to her for the rest of my life."

"She told me in Sunnydale that she'd always been in love with you," she told me. She caught my look and shrugged. "Look, I know you wish that night hadn't happened, but it must have been worse for her."

"I think it's safe to say that it's been bad for both of us," I told her.

"Both of who?" Willow asked as she entered the room.

"Buffy and Faith," Kennedy answered with a smirk. Brat. She wanted me to tell Willow everything; I wasn't quite ready.

"What about you?" she asked me.

I shook my head. "The whole falling out thing."

She looked at me with suspicious eyes. "I promise I'll get the whole story out of you one day."

"One day," I promised and stood up. "I'm gonna head home. I'll see you guys later."

"Later," Kennedy replied.

My best friend's eyes were on me as I left and I knew she'd grill me about things at some point, but she knew that now wasn't the time.

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Well, should I continue? Do you want the other six days? Let me know what you thought! Thanks for reading!!