|TITLE: It Starts With Faith
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CONTENT: F/F romance. Don't like it, don't read it.
SUMMARY: An alternate reality series that places Faith as the one true slayer aka the chosen one for her generation.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my wardrobe of assorted blue jeans, t-shirts, and boots.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my quiet chapter. Not much slaying action in it. The opening scene was inspired by the fic
Just Good Friends by Sasha Chase. A story I'd love to see continued. That was a not so subtle hint. lol.
Faith narrowed her dark brown eyes and locked them on her target. This time she would succeed. This time her
goal would not evade her. This time she would triumph.
She was the slayer and she could do this.
In a slow careful movement, Faith moved into action only to watch in certain exasperation as she failed once
again. She heard the sound of soft laughter and turned to Cordelia who was trying to restrain herself from laughing
"This is impossible!" Faith declared with a scowl as she stalked towards where her ball had landed.
She was still scowling as she hit the ground with her putter and searched for her ball that had ricocheted off
the windmill. Faith found her ball near the maze portion of the course and gave the couple playing there a quick
apology before she headed back to Cordelia.
When she arrived at the dreaded windmill Faith found Cordelia leaning against her putter. "This is supposed
to be fun," said Cordelia playfully. "You do know that, right?"
"Oh, it'll be fun," said Faith in grim tones while she moved to put her golf ball back into place.
"When I can finally sink this shot."
"You hit the ball too hard," Cordelia said. She stopped leaning against her putter and put it on the
ground before she walked over to Faith. "You need to be gentle."
"Gentle, huh?" Faith's lips quirked up in a sneaky smile. "Why do you want me to practice on
Giving an exaggerated sigh, Cordelia asked, "How can you find something dirty in every word I say?"
"It's a talent," drawled Faith with a smirk.
Faith then lowered her eyes to look at the tiny door on the windmill then back at her golf ball then back at
the tiny door again. This time she would make it for sure. This time she would get a--
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a pair of warm hands covering her own and a soft body leaning up against
her back. Faith cleared her throat and said slowly, "Not that I mind or anything but what're you doing, Cordelia?"
"Helping you," replied Cordelia. As she said this, Faith could feel the tall brunette's breath on
her skin and she couldn't help but shiver at it. Cordelia then rested her chin on Faith's shoulder and murmured,
"Look at the hole."
Doing as she was told Faith moved her head to look at the hole that was past the windmill. Seconds later she
felt Cordelia's hot breath on her skin again.
"Look at the windmill," said Cordelia. She smiled as she felt Faith's face contort in another scowl.
"Okay," she said after a moment. "Now look at your ball."
Again, Faith did as she was told and stared at her bright pink golf ball that she had immediately claimed from
the bin when she saw it. Cordelia having settled for a more restrained shade of royal blue when picking out her
Despite being in a public place, Faith was feeling herself becoming lulled into a strange feeling of comfort.
She decided that she rather liked being held by Cordelia like this. Maybe I won't make this shot, Faith thought
with a devilish grin. Faith was still thinking about this when she felt breath on her skin and she knew that Cordelia
was about to speak.
"Close your eyes," Cordelia whispered.
Faith's eyebrows immediately shot up and she gave a lascivious smile. "Why?" she asked. "You
gonna kiss me?"
She felt Cordelia's midsection vibrate slightly as she gave a soft laugh. "No, I'd want your eyes open
for that," Cordelia replied. "So you know just who's doing it."
"Like I could ever forget."
"Flatterer," said Cordelia who smiled at the statement anyway. She moved her hands off of Faith's
and traced them up to her eyes. "Good girl," she murmured when she felt the eyelids down and knew that
Faith had her eyes closed.
"Good girl," Faith repeated ironically. "Why does that sound not right coming from you talking
"I have no idea," Cordelia said sweetly as she moved her hands back on Faith's. "Okay,"
she moved to put her chin on Faith's shoulder and looked down at the ball. "Now swing, but not like before.
Really gently this time."
"You're the boss," said Faith with a smirk.
Exhaling the breath she'd been holding ever since Cordelia had called her a good girl, something that she hadn't
heard since she last seen her father, Faith moved her putter to take a slow and gentle swing.
A moment passed and Faith was wondering if her ball had actually reached its target when she felt a pair of
soft lips touch the back of her head. Opening her eyes Faith looked up at Cordelia who was smiling widely.
Cordelia tapped the surprised slayer on the nose. "I told you so," teased Cordelia. "Being gentle
is all it takes. Look," she said. Cordelia touched Faith's shoulders to turn her around so the slayer could
see her golf ball come to a stop just outside of the hole.
"Damn," said Faith lowly. She broke out into a big smile as she stared at her golf ball. "It
worked." Faith turned to Cordelia who was still smiling. "You," she began slowly. "Are my official
expert on miniature golf now."
Shaking her head at this, Cordelia walked past Faith and towards the hole as she said, "You can call me
that after you manage to get past this hole, okay?"
"Okay," agreed Faith mischievously. "But will you help me with this shot too? I don't think I
can make it."
Cordelia's only response was soft laughter and a derisive look in Faith's direction that said, 'Don't push it.'
Ah well, you can't win them all.
* * * * * *
"I still don't see why I had to get one of these infernal contraptions," said Giles in annoyance.
He stared at the pager he held like it was some sort of hell beast.
"It's simple G-man," drawled Faith. She stood on her tip toes searching through the cabinets as she
tried to decide what she wanted for breakfast. "Now I can bug you any time I want. Just like you can bug me.
It works equally, see?"
"I bug you?" Giles asked with some offense.
Chuckling as she pulled out a large bag of chex mix, Faith turned around to face Giles. "I was joking,"
she said in wry tones. "You need to loosen up. Besides, you know why I wanted to get you one. What if I'm
in trouble, huh? Now I gotta way of telling you about it." She looked at him with troubled eyes. "You
want that, right?"
Lifting his head, Giles said quickly, "Of course! I didn't mean to sound otherwise it's just..."
"You hate this infernal contraption," offered Faith with a smile. She sat across from him at their
small kitchen table and opened up the bag of chex mix. "Just consider getting a pager as a welcome to the
"Very funny," replied Giles in droll tones.
"Thanks," Faith mumbled through her mouth full of chex mix while managing an impish smile. "I
They both sat in relative silence, Faith ate her food and Giles drank his tea as he looked at her. Finally he
asked carefully, "Did you enjoy your date with Cordelia?"
Faith blinked and popped a small pretzel into her mouth before smiling. "Yeah," she said. "It
was fun but I sorta got competitive with the mini golf. She kicked my ass though." Faith paused and muttered
darkly, "Damn windmill..."
"She also helped you pick out these infernal... err, pagers, didn't she?" asked Giles.
"Yeah, she did," said Faith as she gave Giles a close study. "Is this going somewhere, G-man?"
"No, yes, well," Giles stammered uncomfortably.
Her dark brown eyes narrowed and Faith gave him with a close study. "C'mon, give. What's up?"
"Nothing!" said Giles quickly and at this reaction Faith raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Uptight much?" Faith said with a chuckle. "You must wanna know how far we've gone. We haven't
done the nasty but thanks for being so interested. Cordelia wants to play it nice and slow so that's how it's gonna
While Giles flushed an interesting shade of red Faith continued to munch on her chex mix. After a moment, she
looked at him and said, "I'm too old for the birds and bees talk, G-man. I've had some experience, y'know?"
"Yes, well," Giles coughed before he locked a solemn gaze on her. "Make sure that you're always...
"Don't worry," said Faith with a smile. "I plan on being a one on one kinda gal from now on."
"Good," said Giles as he picked up the newspaper and began to scan the front page. "I'm sure
that Cordelia will be most happy to hear of your devotion."
Smirking at this, Faith merely ate another handful of the chex mix and wondered what the object of her affections
would think of her little talk with Giles.
It was then that the sound of Cordelia's soft laughter rang in her ears and Faith suddenly couldn't wait for
* * * * * *
"Very good," the Master said with a smile.
Zac lowered the broad sword he held and looked at the Master. Across from him, Brendan was breathing heavily
as he stared at Zac incredulously.
The boy had no training and yet he had somehow fought him to a standstill. If the Master hadn't stopped them
Brendan wasn't sure if he could've won the match.
"Thank you, Master," murmured Zac as he kept his eyes lidded and looked at the Master with a solemn
"So polite," said the Master as he chuckled. "I do enjoy that aspect of your personality, Zac.
Tell me, how did you find fighting Brendan? Was it a challenge at all?"
"At first," Zac began. "But once I got used to using the blade it became increasingly easier
The Master's smile widened and he said, "It's as I suspected. As my Anointed you are a natural warrior,
Zac. All we need to do is make sure that you're properly trained."
"As you say it, Master," murmured Zac quietly.
"Brendan," said the Master as he looked to the lithe vampire who had been watching the entire exchange.
"I want you to take Zac hunting tonight. See that he learns well."
"Yes, Master," said Brendan as he bowed his head.
"Oh, and one more thing," the Master turned and walked away as he spoke. "Make sure to avoid
that irritating slayer. She mustn't know of Zac until the timing is right."
"Yes, Master," repeated Brendan.
The Master sighed at this last statement. He really wished that his followers would find a new line. They were
starting to sound like broken records.
* * * * * *
"Giles gave you a sex talk?"
Faith watched as Cordelia failed to stifle her giggles. And fail very badly at that as Cordelia was now laughing
uncontrollably causing several girls in their gym class to stare at them. Noting the attention, Faith threw a warning
look in the girls direction before turning back to Cordelia who seemed to be quieting down.
"It's not that funny," said Faith sourly.
"Yes it is," Cordelia replied as she gave another giggle. "You... Giles... and sex."
At this, Cordelia burst out into laughter again and Faith watched her with a droll expression. "Gee whiz,"
she said in dry tones. "I wonder if I should be insulted."
"I'm sorry," Cordelia said as her giggles calmed down once again. "I just get this mental picture
of Giles stammering and trying to talk to you about the birds and the bees."
Recalling the situation, Faith smiled without helping it. "I guess it's sorta funny," she said. "I
dunno if he even knew what he wanted to talk to me about. Still," she mused as she lightly kicked the bench
in front of them. "It's cool that he was worried, y'know?"
"Yeah," said Cordelia quietly. "I can understand that."
"My folks never really bothered with that," Faith said thoughtfully. "I got my sex ed from the
foul mouthed guys in the neighborhood." She looked to her companion and asked, "How about you? You ever
get an embarrassing sex talk?"
"No," Cordelia smiled as she gave a vague shake of the head. "When I was thirteen my mother gave
me a book."
"A book?" repeated Faith as she quirked an eyebrow. "What? Like a porn book or something?"
Laughing softly, Cordelia smiled then said, "Nooo. It was a sort of medical book. You know, it gave the
basics of the sexual act and had some pictures."
"Pictures, huh?" Faith said teasingly. She bumped knees with the other girl and said, "Why I
do declare that you're getting more and more interesting Miss Chase."
"I thank you kindly, Miss Spencer," replied Cordelia as she mimicked Faith's overdone southern accent.
Smiling widely, Faith was about to say something more when the gym teacher called her name out. Heaving an exaggerated
sigh Faith looked to Cordelia and said, "Looks like it's my turn to run around in circles. For joy."
"Go the distance," said Cordelia playfully.
With a fond look on her features, Cordelia smiled softly and watched as Faith rolled her eyes before she loped
down the bleachers towards the track field below. She kept her eyes on Faith as the slayer moved into place at
the start line. That was when she sensed someone hovering over her and she looked up at the figure of Harmony.
"Harmony," said Cordelia as she moved her eyes around the other girl to watch Faith begin her run.
"Honestly, Cordy," began Harmony in disgusted tones. "What happened to you? Were you always like
this or did she just pervert you or something like that?"
Reluctantly moving her eyes away from Faith who was about to finish her run, Cordelia looked at her former friend.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked. Cordelia formed a sly smile as she said, "Don't tell me that
you're interested in me now? I never would've guessed."
At this comment, Harmony turned beet red before she whirled around and stomped away. Smirking at this reaction,
Cordelia turned to watch Faith cross the finish line.
Very slowly Cordelia was beginning to realize that she no longer cared what Harmony or her former friends thought
about her. She wasn't sure why this was but she knew it was the truth. Somehow, Cordelia figured that it had something
to do with her newfound relationship with Faith.
Cordelia had finally found herself a winner.
* * * * * *
"So are you going to do it? Join the track team, I mean. Not do it, do it," Willow said as she turned
Smiling at her friend, Faith tilted her head to one side as they walked through the lunch line and towards the
cashier. "I dunno," she murmured. "I'm not much of a joiner. And I don't gotta lot of spare time
what with all of my chosen one duties. Plus I don't think running around in circles sounds like a lot of fun. Especially
"You could be with Cordelia," finished Willow as she gave a knowing smile. "I figured as much
but you're going to have a hard time getting rid of Coach McGrath. She's pretty persistent about chasing down the
players that she wants."
"Yeah, well, she better not try chasing me down. That's not on the legal side, y'know?" Faith drawled.
"Ugh, sick mind," said Willow who shook her head and paid for her lunch. "You have a sick, sick,
Paying for her lunch, which was nothing but an assortment of junk food, Faith shrugged and said, "What
can I say? My brain is infested." She paused to look around the cafeteria and asked, "Where's X? I don't
see him around."
"He's trying to convince Emily Douglas to go out with him," Willow said with a slight scowl.
Observing her friend, Faith said, "You oughta just tell him that you dig him already, Will."
"I know," said Willow as she heaved a sigh.
The redhead wove her way through the tables until they reached one on the far side of the cafeteria that they
had claimed several days earlier as their own. Since then no one had dared to sit at it thanks to Faith's growing
reputation as an overly violent deviant. It was one of the few times that their group was appreciative of the school
"So why don't you?" Faith persisted as she opened up her package of twinkies and began to eat. "Too
"Something like that," Willow murmured. She paused to look out the window then looked hard at Faith.
"It's just that we've known each other for so long. I don't think that Xander's even able to see me as anything
but a friend."
"But you still like him," supplied Faith.
"Yeah," Willow gave another sigh. She wore a wan smile as she said, "Pathetic, huh?"
"No way," said Faith as she gave a vigorous shake of her head. "You're not pathetic. No girl
of mine is pathetic and you're my girl. Will," she paused and lowered her voice. "I think what you gotta
do is try to get your mind off of him."
Lifting her green eyes, Willow asked, "And how do I do that?"
"Easy," Faith formed a slow smile. "We hook you up with a delectable hunk that makes you forget
"I don't know..." began Willow nervously.
"C'mon," Faith wheedled as her smile grew. "It'll be fun. I can ask for Cordelia's help and we
can play dress up. We'll snag Amy too and it'll be a girls night thing. What do you say? You wanna give it a shot,
"Cordelia?" repeated Willow uncertainly. She was trying to give Cordelia a chance because of Faith
but couldn't help feeling a bit nervous around her.
"Yeah, Cordelia," said Faith. She ducked her head so their eyes would meet and said quietly, "I
know you're sorta on the antsy side around her but this'll be a chance for you to see the side of her that I see.
C'mon," Faith smiled. "Give me this chance to prove that she's not the Mistress of Evil."
"I don't think she's evil," Willow protested. When Faith quirked an eyebrow she looked embarrassed
and said, "Okay. Maybe I did but not anymore. She's just..." Her face scrunched up as she considered
her words. "Cordelia."
Smiling at this, Faith replied, "That she is."
* * * * * *
"What? Like a slumber party?" asked Cordelia as an disdainful look played on her features.
Chuckling at this, Faith shook her head and leaned back against the locker next to Cordelia's. "Nah,"
she said. "I meant more like a makeover session for Will. Y'know, show her how hot she is then we go out and
let all the guys drool over her to give her a much needed boost to her ego."
It was after school and Faith was talking to Cordelia about their plans for the night. Since it was Thursday
no one had much going on and Faith had already cleared things with both Willow and Amy. That left Faith with only
Cordelia to agree to the plan. And so far the leggy brunette was being somewhat unenthusiastic.
"C'mon sweets," Faith coaxed. "This'll be fun. I swear it will. Plus you can get to know my friends
better. And," she drew the word out slowly. "We need your help."
"With what?" asked Cordelia quizzically.
"With the girly stuff," said Faith as she smiled. "I dunno if you noticed it but I'm not exactly
with that whole scene and neither is Willow or Amy." She paused to gently push some stray strands of hair
from Cordelia's eyeline. "Confidence makes you beautiful," said Faith. "I know that and you know
that but Will doesn't know that yet. I'm thinking that maybe we should teach her, huh?"
Rolling her eyes, Cordelia moved her gaze from Faith's as she closed her locker. "You," she pronounced
in teasing tones. "Are the biggest mushball on the planet."
"Yeah, well," Faith flushed slightly as she looked around the hallway. "You just keep that to
yourself, huh? I wouldn't wanna lose my reputation as a badass."
"Don't worry," murmured Cordelia who looked at Faith with smiling eyes. "I like having your mushball
side all to myself."
"Don't wanna share?" asked Faith playfully.
Slowly lifting her hand to wind it around the back of Faith's neck, Cordelia caressed the soft skin with her
thumb as she said softly, "Exactly. I'd never want share you."
"Cordelia," Faith said sensuously. "You're so butch." She formed a lazy smile and said in
low tones, "I love it."
"Good," Cordelia replied as she leaned in to give Faith a quick kiss. "Because I can be the possessive
Her eyes twinkling, Faith said, "Any type that you are is my type. Don't you know that by now?"
Shaking her head, Cordelia pulled away and asked, "Will you meet me after cheerleading practice?"
"Of course I will," drawled Faith. "I'd wait until eternity and them some when it comes to you."
"Mushball," said Cordelia playfully before she turned and walked down the hallway towards the gym.
Watching Cordelia exit, Faith leaned back against the lockers and murmured, "Only with you sweets."
* * * * * *
"So nothing is happening? Nothing at all? Not one little peep of evilness rearing its ugly head?"
asked Faith with certain skepticism.
School was finished for the day and Faith was in the library for her usual conference with Giles. Sometimes
they would talk about the slaying and sometimes they wouldn't. Mainly they would just talk and Faith had become
fond of their daily meetings. It was a nice habit that she genuinely enjoyed.
"There's nothing," Giles lifted his head from the book he was reading and wore a look of disappointment.
"I simply don't understand what could be going on. Don't the minions of evil have any pride? This is just...
Quirking an eyebrow, Faith sat down on the library table and rifled through her pockets. Finally she produced
a piece of gum then began unwrapping it. "Maybe they're all on vacation or something," Faith suggested
before she popped the bubble gum into her mouth and started chewing.
"Vacation? See, this is what I'm talking about. They're losing all concept of standards," said Giles
as he continued what could be called a miniature rant of sorts.
"Right," said Faith slowly. She blew a bubble and gave her Watcher a close study. After a moment,
she moved off the table and said, "G-man? Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Giles replied with some surprise. "You know that you can ask me whatever you like,
"Cool," Faith formed an easy smile. She shoved her hands in the pockets of her pants and there was
a slight pause before she asked, "Can I go out tonight?"
At this question, Giles could only blink before his wits came back to him and he said, "What was that?"
"Cordelia's gonna help me and Amy get Will's spirits up about the whole X thing," Faith explained.
"We're gonna go clubbing at the Bronze. Is that cool with you?"
"What will you--" Giles started to say but cut himself off as he shook his head and took off his glasses
then began to clean them. There was a moment of silence before he rose to his feet and gave Faith a close study.
He turned on his heel and walked towards his office. "Very well," he said. "You may go but please
be cautious in your actions."
Smiling widely, Faith replied, "Thanks a lot G-man! And don't worry, I'm a girl scout. Always cautious."
With that, she dashed out of the library in the best of moods while Giles watched her. When she exited with
a loud slam of the doors he sighed then said, "And here I thought that their motto was to always to be prepared."
Turning back into his office he shook his head. "Or is that the boy scouts? Damnable American clubs..."
* * * * * *
Xander was confused.
He hadn't seen hide nor hair of Faith, Willow, Amy, or even Cordelia all day. It was like all of his friends
had abandoned him. This was a situation that he didn't like at all.
Some would think he'd feel weird being the only guy in a group of almost totally girls. He didn't really think
of Giles as one of them. Giles was more like the supervisor. The guy who looks out for the group but isn't a part
Anyway, some would think that he'd feel weird about being the token guy but for him it was the exact opposite.
He enjoyed it. In fact, most of his life his best friends have been girls. It didn't even matter to Xander that
they were girls. All he wanted was to belong. To be able to genuinely say that he had his own special group of
Sure Xander had a few guy friends. He always had guy friends but they were just to hang out with. None of them
knew anything serious about him or his life. The only one he'd been remotely close to was Jesse and he moved away.
Then there was Willow.
Always Willow. Xander had known Willow ever since they were little kids. She was the only steadfast thing throughout
his life. There was always Willow.
Willow was always there. She listened to him, supported him, and was always his friend. He loved her more than
he did his own parents. It surprised him to realize that but it was honestly true.
Now if he could only find her.
Xander really wanted to find her and tell her about his disastrous attempt at asking Emily Douglas out. In his
mind the experience gave a new definition to the term shot down.
Stifling an exasperated groan, Xander searched through the quad one more time before he decided to give up and
head for the library. Even though all those books gave him the creeps he knew that was the most likely place for
Willow to be hanging out.
Turning around, Xander smiled as he expected to find Willow standing there but instead he found Amy. Trying
to mask his disappointment, he said, "Hey Amy."
"What's with you?" asked Amy as she observed his glum behavior. "Someone kill your dog?"
"I wish," Xander muttered. He frowned then looked at her closely and asked, "You seen Will around?"
"Nope," said Amy. She pressed her books closer to her chest and said, "We're going out tonight
"We are?" asked Xander blankly.
"Not you!" Amy said quickly as she flushed slightly. She paused then explained, "It's a girls
"Which would imply girls only," Xander finished before giving a sigh. "Okay, I getcha. I'll see
"But Xander--" began Amy in worried tones.
"It's fine, I'm fine, all is fine," interrupted Xander. He turned and walked away from her. "You
gals have fun tonight."
Watching him walk away, Amy wore a look of concern on her features as she said softly, "I'm sorry."
* * * * * *
Willow looked at the scissors and how their silver color made them shiny then said nervously, "I don't
know if I really want to have my hair cut. Sure it's sort of hard to care for but if you know if you really just
have time to take in the morning and--"
"Chill out," Cordelia said smoothly. "I've done tons of haircuts. I'm not going to scalp you
or anything. Trust me."
At this comment, Faith quirked an eyebrow and looked at Willow expectantly who heaved a deep sigh. They just
finished an early dinner and were upstairs in Cordelia's room where the leggy brunette decided Willow needed to
have her hairstyle updated a bit. Throughout the evening the redhead was growing more comfortable with Cordelia
but when it came to her hair... well. She was a bit unsure.
And Amy? Well, Amy was her usual self. Cheerful and happy. Except every now and then she'd drift off then get
this sad contemplative look on her face. Everyone had come to a silent agreement to just leave her be. Amy would
tell them what was wrong when she felt that she was ready.
"Okay, okay," said Willow quickly. "Cut my hair but don't cut it too much. Cut it a little bit.
Cut it minorly. Cut it on a nearly microscopic level. That's when--"
"Willow," interrupted Cordelia. She picked up a nearby hairbrush and walked back to where the redhead
sat in front of her dressing table. In a slow comforting movement she combed through Willow's long hair as she
said, "I think that you're right. We shouldn't cut your hair too much. I was thinking maybe to just around
your shoulders. Is that good?"
Considering this, Willow looked into the refection of the mirror to see Cordelia combing her hair with a soft
smile on her features. "Yeah," Willow said quietly. "That's good."
"Cool," replied Cordelia as she finished combing Willow's hair. "I think that it would look nice
Cordelia turned back to put her brush away and Willow looked to Faith who just smiled. The slayer was next to
Amy and they were both sitting on Cordelia's bed.
"Sooo," Faith drew the word out slowly. "You never told me you were a hairdresser, Miss Chase.
What's up with that, huh? You leading a secret life on me?"
"Whatever," said Cordelia playfully. She turned back to Willow and began preparations for cutting
her hair. "It isn't that big a deal, Faith. Lots of girls cut their friends hair."
Frowning at this, Faith moved forward on the bed to lie across it so she could reach down to pet Monet who was
curled up in a ball on the floor and purring softly. "Not in my old neighborhood," Faith commented. "In
my neighborhood all the old ladies cut hair. Y'know, the grandmas?"
"Are you calling me a old lady?" Cordelia asked in muffled tones as she held a comb in her mouth while
she evened out the length of Willow's hair.
"Perish the thought, sweets," Faith said with a chuckle. She watched Willow begin to get nervous as
her hair started to get cut and said, "All right Will. You never did get to tell us just how you learned to
play that piano so good."
Earlier in the evening they had been wandering around the house, or Chase manor as Faith liked to call it, and
came upon a grand piano in the what was called the sitting room. A name that Faith had found utterly ridiculous
and laughed over it for at least five minutes before she calmed down.
While Amy and Faith chatted with Cordelia as they looked over the contents of the room Willow walked towards
the grand piano as if in a trance. She sat at it and against her greater judgment she began to play.
Needless to say, the others were stunned at both her playing and her talent which was massive. Willow was a
truly magnificent pianist and when she finished her piece all three girls were speechless for a long moment. When
they did speak they had nothing but compliments for her talent.
Willow of course turned bright red at the praise and quickly changed the subject before they could ask her about
her playing. The event left such an insight into her personality that Faith just couldn't help but remember it.
Remember it and remain curious. And since Willow was trapped, having to stay in one place while Cordelia cut
her hair, it was the perfect opportunity for Faith to drill her.
"It's kind of boring," said Willow nervously. "You don't want to hear about it. Lets talk about
"Will," drawled Faith in teasing tones. "C'mon, give it up. Tell us how you got to be such a
kick ass player."
Heaving a quiet sigh, Willow replied, "The usual way I guess. My mom signed me up for lessons and I spent
most of my childhood in front of the piano after school was over."
"And you liked it?" asked Amy dubiously. "I always hated it when my Mom made me do stuff like
"But your Mom was a whacked out mental, Amy girl," Faith reminded with a chuckle.
For a reply, Amy stuck her tongue out at Faith then looked back at Willow and asked, "So did you like it?"
"Not at first," Willow admitted slowly. "But after awhile I got to enjoy it. It sort of became
a way for me to let out my emotions."
"Yeah, I can get that," said Faith. "Did you enter any of those contests or anything? You play
well enough to."
"A few," said Willow as she formed an expression of definite distaste. "But I didn't really enjoy
doing it all that much. All that competition just made people mean..."
"I bet that's because you won those competitions that you entered," Cordelia spoke up as she shifted
her position to stand in front of Willow and resume her hair cutting.
Immediately, Willow's face turned bright red and giving a low chuckle, Faith said, "Bingo! You pegged her
right on, sweets." Faith leaned down to throw one of Monet's toys across the room and watch as he scurried
after it. "So I guess that you don't play the piano for people anymore, huh?"
"No," Willow replied nervously. "I don't. When I did at those competitions I would get sick to
"You have stage fright," Amy supplied helpfully.
"Yeah," said Willow quietly. "Really bad stage fright. I can't stand having all those people
just staring at me."
"Me too," Cordelia murmured as she continued to cut Willow's hair. "I hate it when people stare
at me... but lately I don't care as much and it feels good to be over it. Because when you have that sort of fear
it keeps you from doing what you really want to in life."
Willow was quiet for a moment before she said, "I guess... but it's just so hard, you know?"
"Yeah, I know," replied Cordelia. She pulled away from Willow and formed a slow smile. "Check
it out," she said as she moved away from the mirror so Willow could look at her reflection. "You're totally
Green eyes went wide as Willow stared at the herself in the mirror and she hesitantly lifted her hand to touch
the ends of her shortened locks. Her red hair was slightly longer than her chin now and was cut at an even length
that served to accent her features rather than detract from them. Willow pushed a few stray strands of hair behind
her ear and smiled.
She looked beautiful.
She looked beautiful and for the first time in a very long while she felt beautiful as well.
And it was all thanks to Cordelia Chase.
Did this define irony or what?
"Cordelia," said Willow quietly as she looked to the other girl who was still smiling softly. "Thank
you. I look..."
"You look beautiful," Cordelia murmured. Her smile turned mischievous as she continued, "Now
how about we find you an outfit to match your new hairstyle?"
For a reply, Willow formed a smile that almost matched Cordelia's when it came to mischievous quality.
* * * * * *
It was a boring night.
Or at least that's what Brendan thought. He had just started hunting with Zac and so far the boy hadn't killed
one single person. And when Brendan asked him about it Zac said in soft almost emotionless tones that he wasn't
That was two hours ago.
Brendan was starting to wonder if Zac even got hungry at this rate because he was starving. If he didn't feed
soon Brendan was sure that his stomach would implode.
Then again, he wasn't really sure if vampires stomachs could even implode at that. But his stomach sure felt
like it was going to and Brendan shot Zac another dark look.
What was his problem? All vampires were hungry. All vampires wanted to hunt. Zac shouldn't be any exception.
But he was also the Anointed... maybe that had something to do with it. Or maybe Zac just wasn't hungry.
No, it had to be the first.
Because if there was one thing that Brendan knew for certain it was that vampires were always hungry. The thirst
that they had for blood was like an addiction. They couldn't live without it nor would they ever want to.
That knowledge left Brendan back to where he was before. Wondering what exactly was Zac's problem.
Why wasn't he hungry?
"There... there she is. She's the one."
Blinking at Zac's interruption into his thoughts, Brendan looked at the other vampire. "What?" he
"There," Zac repeated as he swept his hand forward in a smooth effortless movement. "She's the
Following Zac's eyes, Brendan gazed upon the figure of a petite redhead with hair slightly above her shoulders.
She laughed at something the blonde next to her said then entered the Bronze with her three companions behind her.
And one of those companions just happened to be the slayer.
"No way," Brendan said as he gave a slight grimace. "I have my orders. You're not to go near
the slayer. The Master has ordered this and that is how it shall be. You'll just have to find your meal elsewhere,
"No," murmured Zac as his eyes softened. "I don't want to feed on her. I just want to dance with
With that, Zac leapt down from the rooftop to land in the alley and stride towards the entrance to the Bronze
as he left a shocked Brendan behind.
After a long moment passed, Brendan said in dim incredulous tones, "Dance? Please tell me that was a joke."
Shaking his head in disbelief, Brendan leapt down from the rooftop and followed after Zac. Because even if he
didn't want to be anywhere near the slayer he did have his orders.
In Brendan's line of work orders meant everything.
* * * * * *
"Will, I do believe that you're being peeped at," said Faith with a low chuckle as she handed her
friend a drink.
The group had just entered the Bronze and taken a seat at one of the curved couches in the corner so they could
check out the other patrons of the club. Most of which were busy checking out Willow and her brand new look.
Willow's brand new look consisted of her hair cut which left her hair just above her shoulders at an even length
and the outfit she borrowed from Cordelia's huge collection of clothes. The borrowed outfit being a pair of black
leather boots that looked oddly appropriate on her, a long black skirt with a slit up the side that reached a little
above her knees, and a blue silk tank top.
In this outfit to say that Willow was beautiful would be an understatement. Perhaps heart stopping would be
a bit more accurate but it would still be slightly inadequate.
Either way, Willow had captured the attention of the entire club and the situation was unbelievable for her.
"Of course she is," Cordelia pronounced in lofty tones as she gave Willow a quick wink. "She
happens to be the new star in the best looking group of girls in Sunnydale, right?"
"I'll go along with that," said Amy with a laugh while Willow merely blushed lightly at the compliment.
"You guys," Willow said slowly. "I don't look that different. I mean, I'm still me. They should
Rolling her eyes, Cordelia said, "You don't understand how it goes with people. They only know what they
see right in front of them. As soon as you change anything about yourself that's what they know you as." Cordelia
paused for a moment to form a contemplative expression. She then turned back to Willow and said, "It's like
with me. Do you think that they know me as being ex-friends with Harmony or do you think that they know me as being
"Being with Faith," said Willow as she gave a wry smile. "Yeah, I see what you mean. Thanks,
"Don't thank me," Cordelia shook her head. "I wish that it wasn't that way but people are stuck
with the five second attention span these days. We can't remember much so everything is sort of permanent in the
now, you know?"
"Oww," Faith gave a low groan as she dropped her head on Cordelia's shoulder. "You're making
my brain hurt, sweets. Why don't we quit with the heavy talk, huh?"
Smirking at this, Cordelia said, "Did I hurt your poor little old brain? And here I thought that it could
take all the thinking."
"Go ahead," mumbled Faith from where she kept her head buried on Cordelia's shoulder. "Mock my
Kissing the top of Faith's head, Cordelia murmured into her soft curls, "I'm sorry... want to dance?"
"Sweets," said Faith as she chuckled lowly. She lifted her brown eyes that twinkled with humor and
said, "Exactly how do you pair those two things together anyway?"
"C'mon mushball," Cordelia drawled as she rose to her feet and pulled Faith up with her. "Lets
"You're the boss," Faith replied humorously. Looking to Willow she asked, "You gonna be cool
here, Will? Maybe you and Amy girl should go and find some studs?"
At this comment, Willow looked a bit nervous as she pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "No,"
she said in a slow pronunciation. "That's okay. I think that I'd rather stay right here and try to get used
to all the people staring at me in a good way."
"Cool," said Faith with a chuckle before she and Cordelia turned to go walk out onto the dance floor.
Watching their exit for a moment, Willow smiled then turned her attention to Amy. She was starting to get worried
about the blonde girl who kept spacing out the entire night.
"Amy?" said Willow hesitantly. "Is anything wrong?"
Snapping out of her wandering musings, which had been focused on Xander yet again, Amy looked to Willow with
wide eyes. "I'm fine!" she said quickly. "Don't you worry about me. I was just thinking about stuff,
that's all. No big deal."
"Are you sure?" Willow asked doubtfully.
Before Amy could reassure Willow about how she felt perfectly fine, a handsome boy with dark blue eyes and long
blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail suddenly appeared to stand in front of them.
"Hello," he said in low mesmerizing tones to a very surprised Willow. He paused for a moment to form
a quiet unassuming smile then asked, "Would you like to dance?"
Gazing up into his blue eyes and losing herself there, Willow gave a slow nod and said, "Yes. I'd like
that a lot."
Willow started to rise to her feet when she looked to Amy with concern. "Amy..." she said slowly.
"I'll be fine," interrupted Amy with a playful smile. "You go and dance. We're here so that you
can have some fun so you just go on and have it, huh?"
"All right," said Willow as she returned the smile.
Watching as Willow walked away with the handsome blonde boy, Amy smiled and said, "You go, girl."
* * * * * *
Xander was in shock.
Or at least in a state of strong surprise but saying that he was in shock would do much more nicely.
Yes, Xander was in shock. And what was he in shock about? He was in shock about Willow's new look.
Her new look and the affect that her new look was having on both his hormones and walnut sized brain.
This wasn't the Willow that he knew. This wasn't her at all. The Willow that he knew was shy and demure and
she sure as hell didn't wear skirts that had way too sexy slits on the side.
Gritting his teeth, Xander watched as some guy took Willow by the hand then led her out onto the dance floor.
What was going on? First there was this girls night thing that he, for obvious reasons, couldn't be a part of and
then Willow showed up at the Bronze, his place for recovering from the dumps, dressed like someone out of an Aerosmith
It was right then and there that Xander decided his world had turned completely upside down.
And there was only one thing he could do about it.
He clenched his hands into fists and set his jaw before he sharply turned on his heel and walked out the club.
To say that Xander tended to bottle up his emotions would be an understatement. It was more likes he tended
bury them underneath a few millions tons of concrete.
It wasn't the healthiest thing for a person to do and watching Xander exit from across the club Amy knew all
of this to be true. She knew this and she wanted to help him.
She just didn't know exactly why.
* * * * * *
"Slow song," Faith said as smiled at the other girl. "That means a slow dance and in public at
that. Can you deal with all the gawks or should we just motor?"
"I think that I can deal with all the envious stares if you can," Cordelia replied as she smirked.
"Is that a challenge Miss Chase?" asked Faith who smiled on feeling Cordelia's hands touch her waist
"No," said Cordelia softly before she pulled Faith to her in a smooth movement so the smaller brunette
melded into her lithe frame. "I was stating the simple truth."
Chuckling softly, Faith tilted her head to one side as she wound her hands behind Cordelia's neck. "That's
what I love about you, sweets," she said. "You're very honest."
"Damn right," said Cordelia in a mock growl.
"Ohhh," Faith said in playful awe as her brown eyes twinkled. "And you're so very butch to boot."
"Butch," Cordelia rolled her eyes. "I'd never thought I'd live to see the day that someone called
"You're my little butchess," said Faith who gave a throaty chuckle while she wore a silly grin. "Aren't
"Well, you're my mushball," Cordelia accused.
The two were quiet for a moment as they considered their new titles and finally Faith asked, "Which is
"I'm not sure," said Cordelia wryly. "But yours sounds a whole lot cuter than mine does."
"That's because I'm cuter," Faith drawled.
Sniffing at this, Cordelia arched an eyebrow and said, "If you're cuter than why haven't most of the people
who live in Sunnydale hit on you like they've done with me?"
"It's elementary, Watson," said Faith easily. "I just got here and the hundreds that are interested
are all too afraid of my butchess to make a move on me."
Shaking her head, Cordelia averted her eyes and caught sight of Willow dancing with a handsome blonde guy. "I
don't believe it," she said slowly. "She took our advice."
"What?" Faith asked.
"Willow," supplied Cordelia as she turned her head towards where the redhead was dancing. "Check
Following Cordelia's gaze, Faith took in the sight of Willow slow dancing with the blonde guy and said, "Damn."
"Got that right," said Cordelia as she laughed softly. "I didn't think that she'd really listen
to us. She seemed so hung up on Xander, for whatever reason. It's good that she did though. That guy she's with
sure is a studmuffin."
"Yeah," Faith said slowly. Her eyes narrowed and she studied the guy even closer. "He sure is."
* * * * * *
The slayer was slow dancing.
The slayer was slow dancing with another girl.
Brendan shook his head, hoping that the gesture would shake him out of the mild shock that he was currently
in. After a moment he found that it worked but only partially as his gaze moved onto something even more shocking.
The sight of the Anointed dancing with a mortal. A mortal that Brendan knew to be friends with the slayer.
Forming a deep frown, Brendan wondered just what Zac was up to. This wasn't proper behavior for the Anointed
and it was against the Master's orders. It was wrong.
It was wrong and Brendan was sure that it was going to get him into deep trouble with the Master.
And if there was one thing that Brendan learned after spending most of his undead existence with the Master
it was this: You make any kind of trouble and you die.
Of course if you make a mistake you also die. And if you insulted the Master you also die...
Well, there were a whole lot of reasons that you could die if you worked for the Master and Brendan wasn't exactly
eager to test out any of the various reasons himself.
Brendan was sure that if anything happened to Zac that he would be the one to take the blame. After all, he
was expendable and the Anointed wasn't. That only meant trouble as far as Brendan was concerned.
"Honestly," Brendan muttered lowly. "Who stops in the middle of a hunt to dance with a mortal?"
The Anointed, that's who.
* * * * * *
Willow was in heaven.
She was dancing with an utterly gorgeous guy who seemed entranced by her every word. And considering the fact
that she was in full babbling mode right now the idea that he was even listening to her was pretty damn amazing.
"Your friends sound nice," murmured the blonde guy as he formed a soft smile. "But I'm sure you
were beautiful on the inside and out before they helped you with this new look."
"Oh, I don't know, I was sort of more shy and I would never being doing... well, this!" Willow confessed.
"What? Dancing?" asked the blonde guy.
"Yeah," said Willow quietly. "I've never..."
"Danced with a guy?" he asked.
Ducking her head, Willow flushed then said, "Not for real. I've danced with my Dad and relatives but not
"Well," said the blonde guy after a slight pause. "I think that this would count as for real.
"Yeah," Willow repeated with a small smile. "I think that it definitely would."
"Good," said the blonde guy in satisfaction. "I'd hate to think that we weren't really dancing
Silently gazing up at his strong profile, a thought suddenly occurred to Willow. She didn't know his name.
"Can I ask you a question?" began Willow shyly.
The blonde guy didn't reply as his eyes fixed on something in the distance. Just as the music for the slow dance
ended he looked at Willow only to pull away in a gentle movement. At this action, she blinked in confusion and
on seeing this he smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But I have to go."
"What?" asked Willow in mild shock. "But--"
"We'll meet again," the blonde guy assured. His eyes softened then he bent down to kiss the top of
Willow's hand and when he looked up he murmured, "Zac."
"What?" Willow repeated as she was still in mild shock or perhaps more than mild thanks to his kiss.
"My name," said Zac with a soft smile. "It's Zac."
Blinking at this, Willow said, "How did you...?"
"Call it a hunch," Zac replied. He looked back into the crowd and said, "But I really have to
be going." Focusing on Willow once more, he smiled quietly. "This is goodbye but not for long. We will
meet again, I promise you."
With that, Zac turned to merge into the crowd and as she watched him disappear Willow dimly realized that she
never got to tell him her own name. Pushing through the crowd she called out, "Willow! My name is Willow!"
Somehow, through the milling of people she saw him and at her shout he turned to face her. And despite the music
and all the people talking she could've sworn that she heard him say her name before he smiled again and left the
"Hey, Will. Looks like you caught yourself a live one."
Turning almost mechanically, Willow looked to Cordelia who was standing next to her along with a silent Faith
who was staring off into the distance. She gave them a bright smile then said, "His name's Zac. Wasn't he
"Very," Cordelia said with a smirk. "He's yummy with a spoon and then a cherry on top. Good choice,
"Thanks," said Willow as she flushed slightly. "But it was more like he chose me than I chose
"Still," Cordelia tipped her head to one side. "What a choice. He's something special. You can
tell by just looking at him." Wearing a playful smile she turned to Faith and asked, "Don't you think?"
Snapping out of her momentary daze, Faith looked at Cordelia then back in the direction that Zac had disappeared.
"Yeah," she said softly. "He's something special all right."
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