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Flying High [12 Dec 2004|02:51am]

faith5x5
[ mood | satisfied ]

Oh man, what a trip! The next time I take 'shrooms? I wanna be fucking informed! So all this stuff that's been going on -- the Charlie's Angels, ninjas, the blast form the past -- it's all been some kind of psychadelic mind trip thing. Not real sure why me and Red both had the same whacked out dream, but I'm done trying to figure this crap out. Every time Will tries to explain, I just get wigged and tell her to lay off the LSD. All I'm getting from this whole thing is that we went on a bad trip to a bad place, but one kiss from the knight to her princess had us back in the now and sporting some serious headaches. What I'm left wondering is... why the Hell was I playing the part of Prince Charming? I get that I'm a little on the butch side, but dude! I still look enough like a chick that I got hordes of hunks scamming on my goodies like I'm wearing a "for sale" sign or something.

Anyway, we're still chilling in D.C., taking our time to recover from that freaky mind trick that got pulled on us. You know what really blows? Not being able to do a damn thing about it! I got this major urge to throwdown with the thing that did this to us, but whatever did this seems to have already taken the tip from baddies past and gotten the Hell out of dodge before I could pounce on him. Better luck next time, I guess. They can't all run. I'm gonna put a world of hurt on one of these guys sometime soon. I'm just itching for a little slayer action. I'm all wound up and ready to pop. This city's seriously lacking in vamps, so I've been beating my aggression out with the work out gear down in the gym. Red hooked us up with some five star hotel, so it ain't short on the fancy facilities. We got it made out here.

We're holed up in one of those places that only important folks get booked at. Since Willow's such a whiz with the techno stuff, we got ourselves some fake jobs and names to boot. I'm an upcoming actress working on some bound to hit it big Blockbuster and Red's some political chick that's backing my career. Apparently it's the hot thing for celebs and politicians to join hands and do a little dance, so that's the game we're playing. It ain't too bad. I mean, all I really gotta do is play off bitchy and demanding, and let's face it, that's not much of a stretch for me. Cordelia Chase has got nothing on me, baby. I can work the bitch act like no other. Doesn't suck that I'm naturally intimidating either. I got that whole "mess with me and die" look going for me. Doesn't stop every cocky fool from trying, but it scares away a good number of 'em.

Currently, I'm laid out on the king sized bed, all decked out in this wicked sexy black lace underwear set I picked up somewhere along the line on our cross country trek. Red's off in the bathroom, showering or whatever. Girlfriend mentioned something about feeling the need to get clean after taking all that speed. Would've joined her, but my stomach was growling something fierce and all I wanted to do was to lie back, stuff my face, and catch a movie on this flash big screen TV. Room service came around with a platter of tasty treats, so my appetite was set for the day. Did manage to save a little dessert, though. See, we've gotten bouncy plenty of times, but never with the aide of a couple of treats.

Way I figure it, creativity is key in keeping a thing like this up. Hell, I'm just surprised that I'm still sticking around. It was good of her to break me out of the slam and all, but girl's gotta live, you know? If this thing between us didn't fly, I'd be *so* out of here. But so far? All systems are a definite go. I'm just buzzing with the good vibes, so I think I'll hang with her a while longer, see where this "girls on the run" thing goes. Works in the movies, so why not here? Besides, Red's all I got left in this world. If I can't stick around for her, I'm fuckin' doomed, man.

Red comes in a while later, hair still damp from the shower and the complementary robe that came with the room wrapped snugly around her body. Her eyes go wide as she takes in the sight of me. I must look like some kinda porn star with my come hither eyes, trussed up hair, and the undeniable way I run my tongue ever so slowly over my bottom lip. God, she looks good in that robe. Makes me want to rip it off right there. I reach over to the bedside table where a bowl of strawberries sits and I gotta chuckle at the irony there. Redheads always get called strawberry and the joke ain't lost on her either, 'cause a few seconds after my outburst, she's giggling too.

I don't let the funny ruin the mood, though. Just as planned, I pick a berry up and bring it to my mouth, allowing it to tease my lips with its sweetness before taking a bite from the tip of it. I watch her the entire time, gauging her reaction. The way her green eyes light up with an emerald fire tells me a whole lot right there. Red's just as horny as ever and me munching on berries instead of her is driving her up the freakin' wall.

"Enjoying the show?" I ask in a low husk, already intent on teasing this chick.

I slide the berry down the vallry between my breasts, shivering slightly as cold fruit meets heated skin. Damn, that feels good. I bring the strawberry lower, drawing patterns on the pale flesh of my stomach while Willow continues to look on with a fierce interest in what I'm doing to the bod. I can feel her eyes crawling all over my body, starting down at my toes and moving up well-toned legs made muscular from countless days in the yard. She stops at my center, her own tongue flickering out as she takes in the almost see through lace that covers less than it shows. If I turned around, she'd get a wicked good view of my backside. I'm a big fan of thongs. I don't disappoint and spread my legs just enough to show her what she's missing if she doesn't get moving.

It takes her a tick to answer, but when she does her voice is lower than usual, lacking in its usual over-hyped speediness. I dig it when she drops the spazz act and goes sex goddess on me. "Oh yes. Was that intentional?"

She motions at the strawberries and I just grin and shrug my shoulders; no way I'm telling her that it was by total accident that I got those. I had a craving, alright? "I'll let you figure that one out. After all, you're the smart one here. I just kill stuff."

"Well, my brain seems to think that it's by sheer coincidence, but you just look so darn sexy that I'll pretend you planned on seducing innocent little me all along."

"Seduction was always part of the plan, babe," I shoot back with a glimmer of mischief in my eyes. "Now quit spectating and start participating. I didn't order whipped cream for nothing."

Red perks up at the mention of whipped cream and starts moving towards me. Her walk is purposeful with her hips swaying and eyes burning into mine. She stops at the foot of the bed, taking her time so she can drink me in. The scent of arousal is unmistakable and I release a low growl, not sure if it's me, her, or the both of us. Man, we've been so caught up in saving the world that we forgot about the after slay release. I've been going fucking mad with the lack of intimate contact. My entire body was rearing to go, heart thudding and blood racing fast. My breath was already hitched as I watched her make her decent onto the bed, her hands automatically reaching for a square of uncovered flesh. Her fingertips brush across my stomach and I gasp, too wound up to deal with the slow. I need it hard and fast and now.

She keeps looking at me like I'm some kind of tasty treat; girl's got that look in her eyes that vamps get when they see easy prey and know they're about to get a meal. Only with Red, the meal's got nothing to do with sucking blood. They'll be sucking, but we're not into bloodplay. Doesn't stop me from taking a bite every now and then, though. Her hands move up my body now, sliding up my ribcage and skipping over my breasts. I almost protest, but then she moves up to my shoulder blades and pulls the straps down. A second later on the bra is history, tossed on the floor with abandon as her mouth comes down to my right breast. She moves with a slow exploration, flickering out her tongue to roll around the already painfully hardened buds. It's amazing what a long time without can do to a girl. Her tongue continues to circles, gaining speed and intensity and making me mewl like a fuckin' kitten as she tortures me with her hot slickness. I arch up into her mouth, needing more. She gets this and bites down with the tiniest little nip, sending a fresh wave of shivers up and down my spine.

She's still taking her time in tasting me, in touching me. Small well honed hands begin to move down waist and to my thighs, where she takes her sweet time tickling the soft flesh of my inner thighs. One moves down to rest beside my body to balance herself over me as the other slides in between my legs, but over the panties. I hiss at the lack of skin-on-skin and she just grins, her lips curving up on my breast. She lifts her head and smiles, her warm breath puffing out onto my skin and making my ache for her so much worse.

"Patience, baby," she whispers to me. "I want to savor each and every inch of you."

I match her grin with one of my own and let her do her thing. She gets to work on my other breast, this time going right to the fast flicks and hard nips. Her teeth and tongue work relentlessly on me, almost turning me a wicked shade of black and blue beneath her hungry mouth. She's got me moaning in some major ways, every touch of her tongue is like torture, but she doesn't stop. Girlfriend's true to her word -- she's not stopping 'till she'd had a taste of all of me. It's weird, having somebody treat me so good, like I'm some kind of precious commodity or something. Usually it's all grab and thrust and kiss, but with her? Red's all about touching me up until I'm so hot I almost scream when she finally slides those fingers home inside my heat.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're a major bitch?" I ask in a mostly playful way, though I'm seriously bugging over her playing with me like this.

"Who me?" she questions, playing off demure as she bats her eyelashes in my direction. "I don't know what you're talking about Faith."

"Sure you don't," I growl out, sufficiently frustrated now.

Another grin flashes at me and her mouth is back to doing its thing, moving up my chest now, her tongue sliding up to my collarbone and sweeping across it. My hips are moving by their own accord now, grinding in an achingly slow matter on the heel of her hand. She's got it pressed up against my clit and the pressure's enough to send a fresh wave of arousal through me until I feel the liquid fire between my legs increase. Oh god, she's good at this. Or maybe I'm just really, really horny. Whatever. All I know is that it's killing me not to have her inside of me.

The kisses just continue until our mouths meet in a union of lips and tongue. I thrust my tongue deep within her mouth, practically fucking her mouth with mine in my desperate state. Red's gonna be in for a big surprise, that's for sure. I reach around, grabbing fistfuls of still damp hair as I crush our mouths together, both of us moaning now at all the hot and heavy liplocking going on. She steals my lower lip and sucks on that a while, her teeth digging into my skin with just enough vigor to keep me satisfied. I dig it rough. I don't stop until the burning in my chest screams for air and I release, panting hard as I glare up at her. My eyes beg for her to touch me, to rip my panties off and go to town. Her tongue serves up as an undeniable temptation to where else she could be sticking it.

She kisses back down my neck, paying special attention to my pulsepoint. More kisses follow, down my chest, between my breasts, and finally down the center of my stomach. My body involuntarily shudders when she removes her hands and kisses the thin lace covering, her breath coming in hot through the material and causing my hips to jerk forward. A giggle from her follows and finally her fingers loop under the waistband as she slowly pulls them down my hips. Red strokes my need softly at first, just featherlight touches against the moist flesh of my sex, coming close to sliding in but never quite going. My eyelids flutter shut as I lean back on the pillows, giving her free rein of my waiting body. I can't help the needy moans that flow out from me on almost every out breath. Girl's driving me fucking wild! She mutters something to me, but in my sex-crazed haze, I don't hear nothing but her melodic voice breaking through the sounds of me panting and the TV going on quietly in the background.

There's barely a pause when she changes gear, replacing her finger with her tongue and sliding it over my slick folds, making me squirm under her touch. Her tongue circles my clit in short swift twirls, the pressure excruciating at this point. I keep bucking up, hoping she'll get the message and make that tongue of hers disappear inside me. My body tingles with anticipation, pressure building up until I almost can't stand it anymore. My thighs are trembling now, slayer strength no match for this witch's talented tongue. Her lips come down hard, kissing me until I cry out for more. Then she slides a single finger in and I almost come right there. She's still lapping away at my wetness, acting like it's the finest flavor she's ever had, moving her finger almost in time with her tongue. I can barely stand the double hits of pleasure I'm getting and my hands grip the sheets hard. Vaguely, I hear the material rip as I buck up again, two more fingers pushing inside of me in an attempt to satiate this screaming need inside of me.

She drives into me harder, mouth leaving as she replaces it with her palm, her entire hand throwing me into overdrive as I grind faster against her, legs spreading wider yet, my toes curling against the sheet. I can't say how long it takes, or what finally sets me off, but suddenly she thrusts and I let it all go, my inner muscles spasming around her fingers as I come screaming her name. Her fingertips urge me on further as they stroke within me and I spill out onto her hand, moaning with satisfaction at how fucking good this all feels. I feel high as a kite and I'm grinning like a fool. Man, who needs drugs when I can get just as gone from getting bouncy with my girl?

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Well, so, my gosh... [03 Nov 2004|10:05pm]

willowwitch
Hmm, if I tried to explain the past few months and said we fell into some dark black hole would you believe a former Sunnydale girl? Of course you may not, but I swear, I have a logical and simple reason for this whole entire mess.

Who am I kidding? Cause, really, who honestly wants to understand the time warp thing.

Gosh, where have Faith and I been? Well first off, we got sucked into this time travel thing and were helping out these Charlie's Angels. Now, when this happened, my brain kind of went and pooped. We were after these guys, and I think there were beads. Then there was this shop. This clothing shop and I think I ate some things called Mushrooms?

And then here is where it got so weird. Next thing I know, I'm trying to find Faith and the room suddenly morphed. I mean not in a good kind of hello cuddling morphy perhaps meets the Keanu Reeves matrix way. No, I'm talking, my head is suddenly becoming woozy and I thought things were eating me. Now see, this is all kind of plausible, because when you find yourself in a former hellmouth, all things like that, are kind of tricky dicky.

So I passed out, and kind of went well, I guess after all, if Faith could go in some coma, why not me? And next thing I know I was in this old hospital. I mean it reminded me of General Hospital. And there was the Angels and it was kind of strange. In this kind of dreamlike state though I started as weird as this is, to figure out what happened with the nerds who stole that big diamond. I swear, if Andrew was around he'd probably think these guys were Boba Fett stealing his work but I digress. The real truth was that the diamond was an illusion. They all were illusions. It was like eating a Mushroom see, and they were able to trick people with their LSD antics. It was a bad sight. So when I was out, for like a month I don't know exactly what happened. But I woke up and there was Faith leaning over going, "Red, Red, say somethin'! Say anythin!' Ramble, c'mon, red!"

"Um...cornflakes? Can I have cornflakes?" I blurted out when I woke up. "And I think I solved the whole diamond stealing thing too."

Natalie had peered at me, and she blinked, "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Does she always get like this?"

Faith handed me a box of cornflakes, "When Red gets goin with the research I just get quiet."

I munched on cornflakes. Now I have to say that these while not exactly the infamous sassy eggs that Tara used to talk about were just nearly as tasty. I don't know what they feed you through the tubes but I don't want mush again. Ever. "Well," as I put a handful to my mouth. "See, I'll make this simple for you. Your mind, when it kind of goes into this meditation state, allows yourself to experience kind of a heightened sense. It's when your serotonin levels go out of whack and you're left with kind of..different state."

Faith nodded, "No wonder I had trip ass dreams about B," she nodded.

"Right, so what the trio did was basically create a massive illusion by filling the air with a substance that produces the same effect as LSD. So when we were fighting the ninjas, it wasn't hard to distract us."

Natalie took in my words pacing around. "So, how do we fight that?"

"You don't fight a gas. You need to solidify it. Make it whole." I smiled. "Like liquid form."

"So are you going to work some mojo then Red or what?" Faith looked at me carefully, her eyes darting at me. "More importantly how are we getting back to 2004."

"Hm well, I don't even have to cause, all of this, isn't even real. Faith, come here."

Faith quirked a brow at me, "What Red?"

I smirked at her, "Don't you wanna kiss me?"

Natalie blinked, "So you two aren't cousins?"

I laughed, "No Natalie. See we need something solid. And I actually do love Faith so that's the solid part."

Faith quirked a brow at me, "Don't go mushy on me now Red."

I knew when she said that, she really just wanted me to kiss her. "Who me? No way Faith. So are you going to make me wait or what?" I tossed a cornflake at her. "I mean I believe we were going to you know anyway..."

Natalie covered her eyes. "Tell me when this is all over..."

I pulled Faith down and kissed her. I kissed her like it was the first time I ever kissed her, but roughly, our lips entwined but there was a purpose. When I began to kiss her the room swirled. I knew between the two energies we had, it would actually open a portal, because nothing around us was truly real, just us. So as I began to let my tongue wander well, let's just say where it needed to be, the room shifted. And suddenly we were back in the park.

Back where we started from.

And I had cornflakes in my hair. Not to mention my laptop blew up.

"That was a trip Red," Faith said softly laying on the grass.

I smirked getting up, "You're driving. Let's go hotstuff."
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Reconnecting [24 Mar 2004|08:30am]

faith5x5
[ mood | hot ]

I knew the second I saw the alarm in Red's eyes when she saw the cop that she thought something bad had gone down. Can't say I blame the chick, I mean, I do got a bad history with authority figs. Hey, I was as surprised as she was that for once the guys up high were on my side. Ain't that a hoot? But I'm not about to question my good fortune when I get it, so I've been pretty cool about the whole watching of my mouth thing to keep suspicions low and me in the guy's good graces.

We ended up hopping back into cop daddy's ride. I was tempted to ride shot gun but I figured that Nat was better at the undercover thing and I needed some alone time with my girl, so the Angel got the front seat while me and Willow chilled in the back seat. Station wasn't far so we got there wicked quick.

Man, was it ever a trip to be going to a police station when I would be on the opposite side of those bars. I was totally digging this good girl gig. Not to say I was gonna give up bad habits and clean up my vocab, but I could definitely be down with all the nice treatment I was getting. First I get dinner, then I get a bed to sleep in for free, and now I got all of D.C.'s big shots at my feet. We're supposed to file some kinda missing persons report. I'm not one for paperwork, so I decided to take a breather outside.

Funny how in the 70's you can smoke wherever. No such thing as a no smoking sign. Bummer. That really sucks for those not hooked on the cancer sticks. I needed an excuse to bail though; all this big talk was giving me a headache. I was still feeling a little on the side of screwed up from all that time travel. I'm seriously thinking I got a wicked case of jet lag. If I didn't get air soon, I'd be hauling ass to the ladies.

"Hey guys," I speak up in a tired tone. "I'm gonna take a smoke break. I'll see you in five, alright?"

Cop Daddy nods in my direction and smiles. I'm still wigged over how nice he is without a second thought. "Fine with me. I think we've got this covered without your help. Your friend Natalie here seems to have all the information we need."

"Great," I grin back, looking over at Willow for a second. I wink at her before bailing, hoping she gets the hint that I want her outside with me.

Once I get outside, I take a seat on the curb, the afternoon air being just what the doctored ordered. Fuck, was that police station ever stuffy. One thing I'm grateful about in the 21st century: air conditioning. Everywhere you go in the now has got the stuff. Heat too. We're big on the controlling of our environments and now I finally understand why. Life without AC is almost as bad as prison. Though even the justice system has decided us convicts behave better when our basic needs are met so we got no shortage of the stuff in there.

It doesn't take long for everybody's favorite fiery redhead to come busting out the double doors. And by the looks of it? She was suffering from the lack of modern day conveniences too.

"Hot?" I ask lazily. I squint my eyes from the harsh sunlight and look up at her. I can see the beads of sweat on her forehead and she's got a newspaper she's using as a homemade fan. There ain't much breeze out here but every now and then you get a hint of something cool and refreshing. It's nice.

"Hot? I'm roasting in there like the Thanksgiving turkey and I don't even celebrate that inhumane holiday so it really makes no sense at all that I should suffer like this."

I lean back and a raise a hand up to shade my eyes from the sun. What I wouldn't give for a cool pair of shades right about now. "Hey, why don't we bail? It's not like they'd notice. They'll be doing paperwork for the next two hours so why don't we make the best out of this time period and do something that doesn't involve sitting in a stuffy room with middle aged men who can't keep their eyes off my T&A. The times might be different, but a guy's still a guy. One guess what they're interested in."

"The same thing I am," Red replied huskily and for the first time I notice how much she's admiring my duds. Gotta say, hers ain't too shabby either. I'm digging the retro look on her. Then again, I'd dig her in anything. I mostly like her naked. Maybe tonight we'd finally have time to do some... hardcore fucking stress relieving. I know my corks just itching to be popped in the worst way. "You know, I was giving those perverts some mighty mean looks every time I saw one of them look at you like that."

I snicker some at the idea of her bein' little miss protective of me. "Careful, girlfriend, you might blow our cover as best buds and nothing more. You know the people in these parts aren't very hip to the homoerotic vibes. Even in our time you gotta be careful with who you tell. Sucks, but if we want these guys to help us, we gotta play it safe."

"I know," she frowns, her grin from before drooping some and I'm suddenly kicking myself for being the responsible one for once. Guess I just feel close to these people now. They took me in without question, I gotta respect that. Nobody's ever done something like that for me. They were the real deal and I wasn't gonna mess this up like I have everything else. The smile comes back and suddenly I'm smiling too. I almost know what she's gonna say before her mouth even opens. "Later though, I'm going to make it up to you. All this seeing and no touching is really starting to get to me, Faith. It's like dangling one of those `for show only` cookies in front of me and telling me I can't even take one teeny bite."

"So you want to bite me now?" I smirk at her. Man, I just love ribbin' this chick. Thing is, she ain't so innocent anymore. My remarks haven't got much effect on her other than the occasional gasp or giggle depending on how naughty I wanna play it.

She arches a brow and steps forward, a smirk of her own spreading across her lips to match mine. "Well, I did hear a little rumor that you like it rough, so maybe I will bite."

"Damn, I hate it when they kiss and tell. Who told you?"

"No one special," she replies, playing along with me. "But I do know all the spots that will drive you crazy and I plan on hitting every single one of those."

I draw in a sharp breath, I can feel my arousal startin' to kick into gear and if we don't stop this game I'm gonna be pinning her down against the sidewalk and making her own up to all her big talk. Since when did she become the sweet talker while I sit around and play it coy? Something about this time period was throwing me all out of whack. I felt different somehow. If those ninjas did something to my personality, I'd really be drawing blood. I was just starting to like myself! All that therapy in prison would've been for nothing.

"Red..." I trail off, my eyes dark with desire as I look her up and down. "You know how I said we should bail? How about we hit up some cheap motel and go for a quickie? You're really amping my already amped up slayer hormones to the max. It's been too damn long since we -"

"I know," she smiles, holding up a hand for me to shut up. "I've missed you, Faith. I've missed you a lot... when we couldn't find you, I thought..."

Now it's her turn to trail off. There's sadness there and I know what she's thinking. I mean, the girl lost everyone she ever cared about. Both her girlfriends, her two best friends, and a bunch of other people she'd come to know as her fam. Losing me too was a very definite possibility, especially when my life came with an expiration date that guaranteed I'd be short lived. Maybe we'd go out together. That'd be the best way, you know?

"Breathe, Red," I smile over at her, shooting up to my feet and saying so long to my unsmoked cigarette. "I'm okay. There's nothing to worry about. We just ended up gettin' shot out of that portal thing at different sides of town, that's all. It's no big. I hooked it up with some pretty groovy people, so don't freak out on me here."

She smiles a little back at me, most likely for my use of hippie slang. Man, I better not go back to the 21st talking like some fucking hippie! That'd put a serious damper on my cool points.

"So how about that hotel room?" I ask, putting that familiar husk back into my tone and rubbing somewhat suggestively against her. "You can't get me worked up and not expect to get bouncy with me between the sheets."

There it is again, that smile. I know she's still a little shaken up, but only time will heal that wound. I'm sure that once we fuck reconnect that she'll forget all about our few days apart and not knowing what was up with the other. We might be stuck in some seriously weird stuff, but thing is, this isn't even the worst we've faced. Looking back, this is probably one of our better adventures. At least I ain't gettin' my soul sucked out or my actions altered by some voo doo bitch. We'll find our way back to present day... somehow.

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It's about time we found each other [18 Mar 2004|09:38pm]

willowwitch
[ mood | curious ]

So Natalie and I are finally done with this club and no luck in finding Faith. I was getting a little frustrated, because come on, I totally figured Faith for the nightlife and I felt so silly in these well, these clothes. Natalie patted me on the shoulder, "Don't worry Willow, we'll find her. I promise. I don't want to lose both of you guys after Dylan and Alex."

I sighed. I missed Faith. I missed my girlfriend. I missed just seeing her. Okay, so not getting with the mush right now. We had more important things to deal with.

Just when I was about to give up, glancing at the sidewalk I heard a familiar accent shout at me. "That's them, stop, stop!"

And then I felt a tapping on my shoulder from Natalie, as I slowly looked up. "Willow, look that's Faith."

Suddenly my spirits lifted. I didn't even care how silly I probably looked in this outfit. I saw her running towards me and some other guy that looked like a cop with her. Oh goddess, I hoped she wasn't in trouble.

I met her before she had a chance to meet me first. I nearly tackled her with a hug. I say nearly because you can't really ever tackle a Slayer. I learned that with Buffy. You don't really tackle Slayers. You kind of, well hope you don't run into them, but my arms went wide and around her quicker than you can finish the end of this sentence reading it I'm sure.

"Whoa Red! It's good to see you too," Faith cooed in my ear.

"Oh goddess, I was so worried," I whispered. "We couldn't find you and.."

"Chill Will, I'm fine," she looked over at Natalie. "Ya alright?"

Natalie nodded.

I peered over at the cop letting go. "Faith, did something happen?"

She shook her head at me. "No, I mean I know this looks like something did, but it didn't. This guy," she turned to him, "Has been helping me out and all. Hard to believe eh?"

I blinked a few times. "Um, no, I guess. Maybe. I'm just glad you're okay."

She smirks at me. "Nice threads Red."

I lean backwards and look at her striped multicolored shirt. "Look who's talking."

There's that grin that comes across her face. You know the one that's kind of a half grin, half smirk. "Don't start, it's already been a trip."

The friendly, and I guess I say friendly cop looks at us. "You girls look like you've been on a journey. Your friend here doesn't sound like she's from around here."

I nod, "Yes sir, we sure have. We're actually looking for some other people, with Natalie here."

Natalie walked over and shook his hand. "Yes, we're looking for two of my friends, Dylan and Alex and you sir look like you could help us."

"Well, I'll see what I can do. Why don't you girls come down to the station and we'll go check out some leads."

So in a police car we go. I swear, if Buffy was here to see this she might be laughing.

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Finding Red [27 Feb 2004|04:46am]

faith5x5
[ mood | anxious ]

So, life at the Cleavers? Pretty fuckin' sweet. Dinner was good, cop dad ended up digging me and agreeing to help... but in the morning since he seems to think the world ends at 9 PM and that `young ladies` should be in bed by 10. Yea. I wasn't buying that gig, but I was a guest, and believe it or not, I got some manners. Learned a lot in prison. You talk back to the guards and end up in a world of pain or solitary confinement. Either way seriously sucks so I learned how to bite my lip and follow directions. I could beat up the punching bag later.

Each kid had their own room, so I got the hook up in the little chiclet's room. She had some kinda day bed and so it was wicked easy for them to pull out the other bed and get me to set up shop with the kiddo. Man, I couldn't believe they were trusting me with their kid. I thought I was a shoo-in for the couch. Guess people used to be nicer or something in the 70's.

Only bad thing about the set up was that I actually had to go to sleep. At 10. And tell the kid a bedtime story. Yea, I was a little wigged out too by the maternal act I got sucked into... but the kid really knew how to work it! She gave me the big sad eyes and pouty lips until I finally agreed and ended up reading Dr. Fucking Seuss until my voice was hoarse.

It was kinda cool though... back when I was a kid I always wanted a brother or sister. Life as the lone kid was lonely to say the least. And when you had a mom like mine? A little sibling comfort could've been some kind of wonderful, you know? I was never big on telling the world my business. I kept my trap shut and my bruises covered. If I'd had someone to share the experience, someone I could talk to, maybe I wouldn't be such a headcase now. But, whatever. Past is past. And in this case? That's fucking literal.

Next morning had me waking up to the kid jumping up on me. Okay, this was new.

"Faith, Faith!" she squealed as she jumped on top of me, landing on my stomach. "Morning time! Wise and shine!"

I blinked at the harsh light and nearly hurled when she started using my stomach as a trampoline. Man, am I ever glad I'm a slayer and can handle this kind of shit. "Already?" I groaned, still feeling the after effects of my little time travel gig. You think it's possible to get jet lag?

"Yes," she whined and started tugging at the T shirt Fro Boy had given me to wear to bed. "Mama made pancakes and eggs and bacon and she wants you to come down and eat it. She says you're too skinny. But I don't think you're too skinny. I think you're pwetty!"

I smiled a little when she calls me pretty. See? I told you this kid knows her way to a girl's heart. "Okay, okay, I'm rising but I ain't shining just yet."

I sat up in bed while she squealed happily. Why do little kids love getting up early? I seriously don't get it. I mean, wouldn't you want to sleep in after getting up for school every week day? I was never much of an early riser. Even Saturday morning cartoons couldn't persuade me to get up before noon.

Once I'm up, she dragged me by the hand down to the kitchen where once again I find myself blinking at the unreality of this all. Cop dad's lounging in the chair with a newspaper in his hands, Brady Bunch mom is up at the stove flipping pancakes, and the boys are both sitting there waiting for their food in their rumpled PJs. I felt like a fish out of water. This whole thing was trippin' me out. I know I used to joke around that B's life was just like this, but I never really thought anybody lived like this. I mean, even B had her fair share of problems with dad running out on her. But this fam... they seemed way too fucking good to be true.

"Mommy look!" the kid squealed again as she ran over to her and tugged her apron. "I got Faith out of bed!"

Mom spinned around to look at me, a smile on her face. "Goodness gracious, Faith, do you always sleep in like that? It's already 10 AM! We were beginning to think you had died up there."

"Almost always," I yawned out as I took a seat at the table, my eyelids struggling to stay open. "I'm not much of a morning person."

"Well, you better eat up," cop dad interrupted. "We've got your friends to find today and I won't let you leave the house until you've tried my Samantha's pancakes."

I'm suddenly starting to feel wicked perky when I see the plate of pancakes being placed in front of me. There's a big thing of syrup on the table and I wasted no time in drowning these babies in the stuff. When it comes to sweet stuff, I always go wild. You should see how I take my coffee. The prison bitches used to always joke that I had coffee with my sugar. So I've got a sweet tooth? Deal!

Once I've taken a few bites, I can see why daddy here didn't want me to leave without getting a taste of these. They were fuckin' good! I could eat about fifty of these. "These are wicked good," I said with a mouthful of pancakes. Everybody laughs at the way I'm scarfing them down.

"You certainly have a good appetite on you," the mom beamed. "For someone so skinny, that is. Didn't your mother ever feed you?"

Truth is, she didn't. But I ain't in the mood to tell everybody my sob story so they can all pity me, so I just shrugged it off. "I just got a speedy metabolism. I eat and it's already burned off. I'm lucky like that. Don't even gotta hit the treadmills."

The rest of breakfast was pretty typical. Idle chitchat and a whole lot of eating. It was surprisingly nice. I mean, for a chick who never did the whole sit down and eat with the fam thing, it was okay. A little bit on the depressing side, but I got through it. Next up? Finding my girlfriend and some of Charlie's Angels. You know, if I wasn't the slayer, I'd think this whole thing was whack.

Scratch that -- I'm already questioning my sanity. Time travel and Charlie's Angels is really doin' a number on my head. Add in perfect family taking in the wicked strange girl and we got the shit crazy dreams are made of. Maybe this was all a dream and I would wake up and be back in bed with Red. Then she'd laugh her head off when I told her what got me all riled up in my sleep. Better than nightmares, right?

Anyway, I end up in the cop car alongside dad. For once, I'm in the front. Trippy. Now I've been in plenty of cop cars, it's just always been in the back behind the bars. Now I was living it large in the front seat. Is it bad that I felt the urge to get on one of those walkie talkies?

"Now, I just want to get this straight. You're looking for a girl about 5'6, 110 pounds, green eyes, red hair, in what could be described as strange clothing, and goes by the name of Willow Rosenberg?"

"That would be her," I answered nonchalantly as I picked at my own duds.

Mrs. Brady insisted I deck out in some of her old threads... she was apparently still my size about 8 years ago so her stuff was a good fit. She had me in a pair of `groovy` bell bottoms with leather patches sewn in since she seemed to catch my love for the cowskin. It kinda reminded me of something you'd wear to a hoe down but I didn't voice that opinion. The top she gave me was a striped multicolored sleeveless affair. Totally not my style but I dig the fact that it showed off some cleavage, so all was good in the clothes department. I wasn't about to complain.

"So what's the plan, chief?" I tossed out casually. "We just drive around town and hope we see the chick?"

He nodded at me, seemingly impressed that I know my way around what would normally be considered a man's job in this time period. "I've also sent out a call to the rest of the force. They'll be stopping any slender redhead they see and asking her for her name. We'll take you to any possible leads so you can give us the affirmative on whether or not she's your friend. We wouldn't want to bring in the wrong girl to the station."

"Gotcha," I grinned, digging this plan. "So if she's in this city, we'll be finding her in no time." I paused a moment, an idea suddenly forming in my head. "Hey, you should check in at hotels too. See if any Rosenbergs have checked in. If she's off snoozing in some five star room, we won't be finding her strutting her stuff out on the streets of D.C."

See, I can be smart too. Just gotta give me the right motivation to get my brain cells working. Cop dad seems to think so too, 'cause he gives me wicked strange look before voicing my idea into the walkie talkie. Damn, I'm good.

We spend the next hour driving through D.C. with cop dad pointing out the sights to me while I just smile and nod and act like I'm interested in all this historical shit. Yea, the Linkin Park Memory thing still doesn't catch my interest. I spend most of my time fiddling with the radio, trying to find something to suit my taste. Guess I'm not one for the oldies 'cause I come up with nothing. I end up just turning off the radio and settling for slumping up against the passenger side window.

And then I see it. Something that actually does catch my interest and hold onto it. A tall blonde and redhead all decked out in the disco dolly gear. It had to be them!

"Hey, hey!" I shouted out, so excited I nearly bust out of the roof. "That's her! Stop the car!"

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Need to get going and find Faith for sure [22 Feb 2004|11:52am]

willowwitch
[ mood | lost ]

Natalie dragged me to these tiny vintage clothing shops. Only thing was, they weren't really vintage. Not yet. Vintage I thought, and I don't think I'm the fashion expert here, meant it had to be at least 20 something years old. And somehow I was going to get dragged into wearing bellbottoms. At least they would've been better than my overalls.

What? I mean, okay even I admit now me wearing overalls in my first years of high school, not exactly setting ablaze the fashion world.

Oh my goddess. I'm starting to sound like Cordy! We can't have that. Not now.

Natalie is flipping her hair back, and we walk into this store, that the sign reads, Way out Fashions!. Way out. Is this the lingo here? Because I'm trying to catch up I thought. This lingo isn't easy.

So Natalie's pulling me by the hand, "C'mon Willow let's get us in some cool clothes!"

Again way too excited about this and me, I just wanted to find Faith. I wondered if she was okay. I really hoped so. What if she had been taken hostage or something? I mean, okay maybe I need to get a grip. It's not like this town was teeming with unusual activity. Then again Sunnydale looked like a regular town didn't it? I mean I didn't even know it was on a hellmouth until Giles started talking that one day, but I digress.

This store was kind of tiny and there was some guy behind the counter. He was about 5 foot 8 and had the curliest afro I've ever seen with these dark shades. He had on fringed vests and a pastel shirt with these big bellbottom jeans. "Hey ladies," he slid, yes I mean he slid off the counter like he was in Starsky and Hutch. Okay remind me not to ever think of this allegory again. "My name's Paul. Like the cute one in the Beatles. What can a fine fellow like myself do for you today? You look like you need to be swingin' with the times."

I arched my brows at Natalie like who does this guy think he is?

Natalie outstretched her hand. "I'm Natalie and this is Willow. We're in need of some hot fashions. Think you can help us out with that?"

He snapped his fingers. "Think I can do that. Of course I can. You groovy girls came to the right place." He started walking around the store. "Got the latest in disco, retro, and," I saw him pull down a pair of hip huggers. "Sexual."

I cleared my throat. "I don't think we'll be needing that, but um, just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt."

He shook his head at me. "You're a sassy redhead, like that, like that in a woman. You must be all up with the liberation movement. Product of the 60s, be cool, be cool."

"Hey, I'm not a product of the…" I shook my head.

Natalie smiled and whispered to me. "I think he was trying to give you a compliment Willow."

I perked up. "Oh okay, well, yes, I guess, I want to be, um.. hip."

"Right, groovy, yeah, right this way." We followed him towards the back of the store and he took down some Halter tops and some jeans for us. "Try these on, these are what those Charlie's Angels wear every week."

Natalie and my eyes went wide and we both said at the same time. "You watch the Angels?"

He nodded. "Sure do, wouldn't miss those babes for a moment. Last week, I swore I saw two of them. Well you know they could've been. Hot chicks. Really hot. Tried to even pick 'em up, you know I like to hang with the ladies."

I grabbed the clothes. "Did you happen to get their names?"

He shrugged. "Sure did, even got their phone numbers. Dylan, like the singer Bob and Alex. Way hot chicks man, I'm telling you! They were so sweeeeeet looking. Hot mamacitas."

Natalie inquired further. "Phone numbers, do you think we could have them?"

He kind of scrunched his eyebrows. "Whoa, are you tellin' me they don't swing with the boys?"

Natalie moved closer to him. "Oh no Paul. They swing, we just want to have a party with you." She waggled her eyebrows at him and moved her finger down his shoulders a bit. "I mean to thank you for all these clothes."

He swallowed. "Right baby, right. Try on these clothes and I'll give you the phone numbers."

We both went into the dressing room after that and I felt so weird putting on these hip hugging bell bottoms and some halter top. I mean this was so not me. I walked out and Natalie looked almost like I did only I swear the halter top looked better on her. Maybe cause she was taller. Or maybe because she had breasts to fill out the shirt. Who knows?

"Check you out Willow! You look so cool!"

I paraded around the mirror. "You think? I mean.."

Paul sauntered over to me and whispered in my ear. "Sexual. Sexual revolution baby. With you."

I wanted to push this guy away but we needed those phone numbers. I turned around and tried to remember when my vampire twin came to town. I tilted my head at him. "You need to work harder at turning my world baby." I winked. "Hand me those phone numbers and we'll talk later." I did what Natalie did with her finger.

He gasped. "Anything for you sweet sugah baby."

So he got the phone numbers for us and it turns out that they were at some hotel not far from us. Or so we hoped.

Natalie kissed Paul on the cheek. "Thanks darlin' we'll be back. To party. Think we can keep these clothes until then."

He smiled wide. "You ladies can do whatever you want."

Now to find Faith and tell her what we know. Only I hoped she was at a local club or something. "Natalie," I began as we started walking. "Faith has to be around here. We have to find her."

God these platform shoes heels were hard to walk in. It made me think of Buffy and her constant patrols in heels. How on earth did she do that?

"We will Willow. Don't worry," she clutched the phone numbers on the pieces of paper in her hands and put them back in her pocket. "Maybe we should try the clubs."

I looked at my outfit. "Dressed like this?"

She winked at me pulling my hand. "You look perfect Willow. C'mon, there's got to be a local club around here somewhere. I bet Faith's already waiting for us."

She pulled me along to what looked like the local dance club. Oh Goddess, if I was going to have to hear Ring My Bell I think I might want to ring a few bells.

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Where oh where could Red be? [09 Feb 2004|02:42am]

faith5x5
[ mood | hopeful ]

If I were a former geek and current Wiccan, where would I go?

That was my first thought as Fro Boy and junior led me through the streets of D.C. So far, no sign of my girl or the tall sleek blonde. Not even the Asian and hippie chick who got us into this time travel mess seemed to be around. I was startin' to feel seriously freaked out now. I'm in a low-grade sort of paranoid right now and these boys keep yammering on about everything from baseball to what's for dinner.

Man, if I had ever memorized the winners of the World Series I could make a pretty penny with the betting around here. Perk of being from the future: you already know all about the past. Just gotta apply your knowledge where it counts. That's something I got from Willow. See? I'm not all body and no brains.

At first, I figured Red would head over to the library. We checked one, searched every aisle and even the bathrooms, no sign of the chick anywhere. Bummer. That meant I'd really have to tap into some brain power today. My head hurt already from the tornado and the baseball. Guess time travel comes with a case of wicked disorientation as a side effect. I was riding the wave of some major dizzy spells every now and then. The boys think I need to see a doc, but I know it's only my body reacting to my lack of belonging in this world of retro. It knows something's act of whack.

Either that, or those ninjas are around. For some reason they made me all kinds of queasy just by their presence. Maybe I'm allergic to them.

"Faith," the little guy says my name. My head jerks up in reaction to his voice. "It's getting dark out."

For the first time I notice that the sun hangs low in the sky, the typical reds and oranges of sunset are startin' to set into the sky. I know these kids gotta be home by sundown so I gotta work fast or end up alone in a time and place I don't know. Not like I couldn't handle it, I had money in my pockets and slayer strength to boot. I could catch some Z's in a nice hotel and beat off any thugs who mistook me for a hooker or easy pickings. In these duds, even the little boys think I'm some kind of prostitute. I wonder why they still hang around. I gotta look like bad news to these kids.

Another thing I've learned about time traveling? Inflation is a great fucking thing. Not so much to go forward in time, but to go backwards? It's pure bliss. Something that cost me 100 bucks in 2004 cost me about 20 bucks in this place. I've got my run of the city. I'm totally diggin' this!

"I know," I sigh, rubbing at my eyes. It's been a long day and I'm getting big on the tired. "I'm sorry I kept you kids out so late, I just don't know what else to do. It's not like I can send out a search party. Our names don't even exist here."

For a minute there, I thought maybe we could use our parent's names, but that'd just lead me into another dead end. I'd have the mom, but I'd be missing the daughter. Shit ! This really sucks, you know that? How am I supposed to find one single person in an entire city? This ain't Sunnydale. B was easy to find when I came looking for her. The town had one club, one movie theatre, one Starbucks, and one everything else. Hang around in one place long enough and you're bound to run into who you're looking for. This was different.

"Hey, is there any popular spots around here?" I ask, getting an idea. Picture that lightbulb lighting up over my head. That's what was happening here. "Like you know, a certain area where it's hoppin' and happening and everybody who's anybody hangs at? Maybe a club or a coffee shop or a - "

"The main drag," Fro boy answers, quickly catching my drift on the subject. Gotta say, the kid's smarter than I gave him credit for at first. Now that he's gotten used to my strange duds and dirty mouth, he's stopped staring at my rack and gawking every time I said a 4 letter word. "There's discos there and popular clothing stores and more restaurants than you could ever ask for."

"Sounds like my kind of place," I grin, thinking that if I know Nat well enough, she'd drag Willow away from the geek chic and take her dancing or at least out for a dinner.

"Does that mean you don't need our help anymore?" the little guy asks, seeming wicked sad about my very probable departure.

I don't know why, but I think I kinda developed a soft spot for this kid because the next words out of my mouth are along the lines of friendly.

"Come on now," I say softly. "You guys helped me more than I could have ever expected. I'm all kinds of grateful for it but somebody needs to go home before his mother calls the cops in for a search party. You don't want that, do you?"

He shakes his head but still looks broken up about the whole thing. Damn, guess this kid doesn't get much attention of the female kind. Maybe he's got a little crush on me too. "But Faith, what are you going to do here all by yourself? Someone could hurt you." He turns his attention to big brother who seems to be nodding along. Great. Now they're a little too attached to me. "Robert, can't we bring her home with us? Dad could help her I bet!"

Robert just shrugs and looks back at me, obviously not as pushy as his brother. "Only if she wants to come with us. We can't make her do anything. Besides, what will our parents say about us bringing home a strange girl?"

"Mom says we should help people and she needs help," the kid answers back smugly. Boy's got some tactics, that's for sure. I'm more amused by this than anything else right now and decide to sit back and watch the show. Anybody got some popcorn?

You know what would be a real trip? If we could get the hook up with Angel. Pretty sure he was around somewhere in these 50 states brooding about his past deeds as a heartless bloodsucker. Then again, hooking up with him now could mean trouble later. I've seen enough showings of Back to the Future on TV to know that there's always consequences when you do this time traveling gig. One mistake can throw your whole future out of whack. I don't wanna be responsible for bringing about Angelus and having the world end before I'm even born or qualified to stop him.

"What do you want to do, Faith?" Rob asks me.

I just shrug. "I was thinkin' about checking out the nightlife and looking for my friends there. If I didn't find 'em, I could hook myself up with a hotel room and get crackin' come tomorrow. Unless your Dad's in the business of finding people, I think it'd be best if we parted now."

"Our dad is in the police force," the kid pipes out eagerly.

I freeze. Still not a big fan of the man with a badge. You say police and I start to run. That's my thing. I don't trust the men in blue. I've got a look to me, a bad look, a look that always pins me as guilty whether I am or not. Okay, so once upon a time, 9 times out of 10 I would be guilty, but now? I'm totally sin free, baby. I want to keep my freedom in tact, you know?

On the other hand... a cop on my side could be useful. Bet he'd know if Alex and Dylan were around and what's up with the crime around here. I figure these kids can vouch for me in the good behavior department. If I haven't kill them yet, daddy can be sure I ain't some lady killer out to slaughter the nation's youth. I'm just a chick who got dealt a shitty hand and now I need a little boost back into the good fortune side of things.

"I'll go then," I announce out of the blue. They both stare at me. I clarify. "With you guys. Home to meet mom and dad. I think your dad could be helpful in this case."

If he doesn't shoot at me first.

Twenty minutes later has us standing in front of a picture perfect 4 bedroom home with a homey light in the windows and a perfectly manicured lawn. I'm envious that these kids got it so easy. No wonder they're so nice. They have yet to know pain. Nice homes like these always get to me.

"Something wrong, Faith?" Fro boy asks me in a concerned voice, his hand moving in to touch my shoulder.

"Five by five," I reply softly, shaking my head out of the depressing rut I got pulled into there. Let's see how I handle bein' stuck right smack in the middle of Leave it to Beaver. I gotta feeling I might be meeting the Clever family. "I'm just worried about my friends. No biggie."

I push ahead of the kids, throwing the gate open and walking up the lawn. I hold my head up high, trying to put on the brave act. This is like dinner with B all over again. Only these kids want me here. Hell, they practically begged for me to come home with them.

"Johnny, you better wait here with Faith while I talk to Mom."

"Okay," Johnny chirps, happy with the sitch he's being put in.

He motions for me to take a seat on the porch swing. I oblige and he joins me as big brother disappears into the home. I can smell the faintest scent of home cooked chicken in there. I realize how hungry I am for the first time since I got stuck back in the era of disco. After a few minutes, a woman with a big cheery smile and an ugly 70's style dress complete with apron and greasy hands opens up the door, motioning for the both of us to come in.

She looks at me like I'm an alien from another planet. I just grin and try to keep myself from laughing. She reminds me of the mom in the Brady Bunch or something. She's got the same hairstyle and everything. I'm totally tripping over here. The interior of the house is pretty much what I expected. Wood paneling on the wall, ugly shag carpet on the floor. It's done up in lime and orange and I can't help but cringe at the clash factor of it all. Cordy would have a fuckin' fit if she saw this place.

"Nice place you got here," I smile, forcing myself to be nice to the people who are taking a chance with me. "It's... colorful."

She doesn't catch the sarcasm just dripping off my voice in bucketloads so she smiles and says, "Thank you! I decorated it myself."

I figured.

"You look starved," she comments, eyeing me up and down and making me feels all kinds of self-conscious at the way she stares at me in that motherly way. I know what she's thinking. I could use some meat on my bones and a makeover. "Would you like to join us for dinner. I've made the boys favorite. Chicken and mashed potatoes with heaps of gravy. There are some biscuits too if you like."

Homemade KFC? Sounded like a sweet deal to me. I insult her living room and she offers me food. "Count me in."

When I enter the dining room I'm greeted by the sight of the boys scarfing down their grub along with child number three. This one's a girl. She's got two long pigtails and doe-like eyes, a shy look to her when she notices the stranger in her home. I'd peg her at about six. She's gonna be a looker someday. In fact, the whole fam seems to have a good set of genes... if Bobby here lost the white boy fro and worked out some he could be hunk worthy.

"You can sit here, Faith," the mom chick says, pointing out an empty seat at the table. The little girl runs to her Ma and looks back over at me with those big dark eyes of hers. "I'm Samantha by the way and this shy little girl here is Carrie. Carrie say hello to Faith."

The little chiclet stares me down for a moment before looking back at Sam. There's a thoughtful expression on her face as she looks between the two of us, as if she's comparing us. "Mommy, why don't your tata's look like Faith's?"

Everyone in the room nearly chokes on their dinner. Mom's eyes bug out of her head and I just smirk. I guess the girl never saw a girl who showed off her rack before. Then again, it's the 70's. Cleavage didn't hit it big 'till Madonna came along in the 80's.

"And why is she wearing those funny shiny pants? Can I touch them?"

I look down at my leathers and shrugs. As long as her hands aren't dirty, let the little chick have her fun. As crazy as it sounds, I kinda like kids. They're cool. They've yet to learn censors and ask hilarious questions about `tatas`. The kid might be a little shy but she sure was blunt as Hell. I dig that.

"Sure you can, chiclet," I grin, motioning for her to come over. Her other question never got answered but she seems content enough to pet my leg. "I'm from California. Things are a little different there. This is the new fashion. You know what they say, Los Angeles starts the trends and the rest of the world follows in its footsteps."

"Where is California," she asks, looking up at me but still petting away.

"It's on the other side of the country," I answer with a laugh. "I'll draw you a map sometime."

"Gwoovy!" the kid shrieks and then finally goes back to her seat, meaning I can finally grab a chair and get eating. I'm at dangerous levels of growl worthy hungry here.

I think the mom likes me for sure now that her daughter took to me like that. Things are startin' to look up for this chick. I got food in my stomach, a place to crash free of charge, and as soon as cop daddy comes home, I might have a solution to my missing girlfriend problem.

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When did this become the 70s? [08 Feb 2004|11:34am]

willowwitch
[ mood | confused ]

Ow, where am I? I don't know I thought. Last thing I remembered really was Natalie and I fighting with some ninja guys and watching Faith do the same. Then there was this swirling motion and then I felt kinda woozy.

Next thing I know, I'm awake in on some neighborhood street corner and I glance around. The houses are looking something out of a wacky Brady Bunch episode with the split levels and I'm looking at the cars, which all are very big and quite old. Not like Giles old either, but old as in green and pinto looking.

"Okay, this is looking more like the Wizard of Oz, and when did I not land in Kansas?" I mumbled out. My head I could feel was so big and had some kind of nasty sized bruise. I turned my head and I saw Natalie laying next to me, she sat up very slowly.

"That was some serious wind wasn't it?" I heard her say.

"Yeah Natalie, look around," I got up. "Do you notice anything different?"

She took her hands and wiped the grass and dirt off the seat of her pants. "Well besides the fact these jeans are ruined..Whoa!"

I nodded. "Yeah this place," I started to walk and saw even more signs that it was starting to remind me before I was even born. "Isn't Washington D.C. that's for sure. Come on, we should probably see if we can figure out where we are."

"Yeah good idea, maybe I can get a new pair of pants."

Sheesh Natalie was beginning to remind me of Cordelia. But that wasn't horrible either to think of. At least, not that I'm aware of. I could be wrong. Who knows?

Down a couple of blocks we turned and again more signs that I was beginning to think not only were we not in Washington D.C. but maybe we weren't in 2004 either. Hello people with afros and bellbottoms and hip hugger jeans on the girls. Not that I was noticing any new girls. No, I only look at Faith. Okay well maybe I do look at other girls but not like look in that sense and if I was really looking, do you think I'd be writing.

And I'm getting off topic here. The main important thing was to figure out where Natalie and I were and what happened to Faith too. See, I can be all focusy when necessary. We needed something, maybe a newspaper to figure out what day it was, because it no longer was nighttime and maybe I was beginning to wonder, what year it was. Could we really have left something?

We couldn't keep wandering around aimlessly that was for sure. "Natalie, do you get the feeling that we're not in our current year?"

"What makes you say that Willow?"

"Um, look at that," I pointed to a old mustang. It had to have been from the 70s. If Xander was around I'd ask him. "And that" my finger moved to a woman walking who really did have those hip hugger low rider jeans on, and her hair was straight out of Mary Tyler Moore if you get my drift.

"Oh, well you know that kind of thing is coming back in fashion."

"That's not what I meant Natalie, I don't think we're where we were before."

"Where do you think we are?"

"I don't know, but it's making me think we took a trip a long way from home. C'mon," I took Natalie by the hand. "We have to find Faith."

"Do you think she's hurt?" Natalie asked me sincerely.

"I don't know, knowing Faith she may be chatting it up with some local boys, because this is what she does, on occasion."

"Oh well, you would know better, wouldn't you?"

I nodded. "I do."

So we went around looking for clues and I thought maybe if this town is small enough it's got to have a library. And sure enough it did. I walked in and everyone just stared at Natalie and I. I guess our clothes hadn't been changed, and I was still kind of tattered. "Willow," Natalie whispered into my ear, "Maybe we should, um, try to blend?"

"And how do you propose that?" I arched a brow. "Not like we have any clue where we are?"

"Shopping! Come on it'll be fun. We get to find new clothes."

I sighed. "Okay but I am not trying on anything leisurely!"

And with that we headed off to some shops. This whole thing is seriously creeping me out. Where are we? And where is Faith? I hoped she wasn't hurt. I felt like I was on some creepy episode of the Twilight Zone. Does this mean that I'm going to have to wear a mask like in that one episode where everyone had masks on? And what's with the John Travolta look-alikes here!

My head hurts.

And I am not wearing platform shoes. Those things look so uncomfortable. Natalie was far too cheery about this. Faith, where are you? Save me, really from this. I don't think I can handle this.

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Blast from the Past [12 Jan 2004|12:49pm]

faith5x5
[ mood | confused ]

So check this -- we're down at that Linkin Park Memory place, right? And let's face it, this monument is boring as Hell. Not much to it other than a statue of some dead president guy. We're supposed to be tracking those babes who disappeared -- one Asian (and hot!) and one who looks like someone still living in the 60's -- when all of the sudden these three ninjas come right out of fucking nowhere. Weird, huh?

That's just the beginning.

I was all ready to get big with the slay, but there were a few problems with this sitch. Like, for instance, who were these guys? Humans with some Bruce Lee wannabe thing goin' on or just a bunch of demons big into the Kung Fu? Option one meant that all I could do was knock 'em out, which would be a little hard considering they've got some wicked nasty blades on them. Option two meant I could slice and dice with my sais, not worrying if I was killing some so-called innocent.

I was really hoping we were going with option two here.

Either way, I had to get into slayer mode unless I wanted Willow sushi served to me for dinner. My sais weren't looking so kick-ass anymore compared to those swords. They suddenly looked all kinds of lame. Why'd I always go with small? When AM I ever gonna learn? Bigger is better. I just wanted to be all Gabby-like and totally whip some major butt with these babies. She'd almost done Ares in with these things after all.

Man, I really did have too much time on my hands in prison, huh? Way too much Xena for me. Really gotta cut back on that. I'm startin' to sound all sorts of geeky.

One of them comes at me so my thoughts are cut short as I go into action mode. He swings and misses.... by a hair. I'm barely recovering from the duck when he's swiping at my midsection. I flip my body backwards and land with a thud a few feet away. I see the point aiming at me again and all I can do is block with my sais. It works... for now.

"Hey Nat!" I scream out to the leggy blonde currently doing a little Kung Fu on her own with a ninja. "What's their deal? Human or demon?"

She barely looks at me when she replies. "They're demon. Slice away Faith!"

"Wicked!" I yell back at her, now ready to give this guy my all. Better watch out Bruce Lee wannabe, I was about to show these guys that slayer beats out karate any day. I bring my leg up into a round house kick and connect it with his hand. He releases the sword and it goes flying through the air. Before he even realizes what happened, I make with the follow through, rolling myself across the grass as I grab the sword for myself.

"Nice blade," I comment with a feral grin. Ninja guy don't look so brave now. "It's mine now."

I swing the blade at his head. He doesn't even duck. What gives? He was such a tough guy just seconds before. Now he went full out suicidal! Man, if all these guys were this easy, I'd have my work cut out for me. I look around, checking out my surroundings. Red's still over by the statue, cowering away from two ninjas headed her way. Nat's got her hands full with the same dude. I decide to do them both a favor.

Tucking the sword away, I grab the sais again. This was gonna be so Xena of me. Doing a little battle cry of my own, I fling both sais into the air, one piercing Nat's ninja dude in the arm and the other landing in the back of one of the ninjas advancing on Wills. Nobody fucks with my girlfriend.

I figure Nat can handle wounded arm ninja while I go after the last one. As good a plan as it seemed, somehow this all felt way too fuckin' easy. These guys came in all fierce-like and now they were a bunch of wimps. Something's gotta give here. Something was off... I could feel it. I started to feel a little dizzy and crampy, but hey, could just be that time of the month coming around, you know? I wasn't about to make big with the freak over a little wooziness.

"Hey Karate Kid," I call out to the last ninja still walking. "Whatcha doin' over there with the little redhead? Why don't you come over here and play with the big guns. Come on, I even got a sword just like yours. We can duke it out like in the old samurai films."

Ninja dude stops to think it over for about two second before nodding. When he spoke his voice sounded like Liu Kang's from the Mortal Kombat game. "If that is what you wish, I will not deny you."

"Alright," I grin, motioning this guy over for a little Kung Fu Faith style. "Let's dance."

I raise my sword into the air like I'd see done in movies. I would've bowed, but I didn't trust the guy not to take off my head. I blink some as he comes at me. I got that dizzy feeling again. Just a spell though. No sweat. I was still good here for a fight. Was it just me or was the ground actually spinning? 'Cause I'm thinkin' maybe I had too much booze... except for the part where the only drinkin' I'd done today was some home-made lemonade of Bosley's. If he slipped something in there...

"FAITH WATCH OUT!" I hear Red scream, snapping me from my thoughts of what the B-man could've done to me. I was seriously trippin' over here. I look up just in time to block his blade from cutting me straight down the middle. Shit, close call. I'm startin' to sweat now.

"Something's majorly wrong here," I choke out, wondering if my fighting buds can even hear my pathetic whimper. Was that even my voice? "I can't... I'm losing..."

And now I was sure the world was spinning. I could hear someone scream my name but I couldn't make out the voices. What was different? There was something in the air... something that was throwin' my senses out of whack. I blink back into focus. Ninja guy is staring me straight in the eyes, his sword at my throat.

Oh fuck... spacing had really cost me this time.

"It's time for you to join Alex and Dylan," he snarls to me in a thickly accented voice. Not sure what kind, must be some demon language or something. Sure as Hell wasn't Chinese.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find my focus. Everything in my body was spinning out of control. There was an imbalance somehow... I felt like I couldn't even stand on my own two fuckin' feet anymore. This wasn't just me, something outside was doin' this.

And then I heard it.

A far off chanting in the distance. Someone was doin' some wicked mojo tonight. Someone who didn't want us to find the other Angels. Ninja guy was right when he said we'd be joining them... only it wasn't in death. No wonder these guys had been so easy to off. They'd just been distractions! Dangerous and deadly distractions, yea, but they were still just meant to be something we'd have to fight while the mojo was bein' done.

The next thing I know the sword is gone and I'm on my ass in the grass. My girls are looking on the confused side themselves. I know they can feel it too. The wind starts to pick up as the ninja guy disappears into the thin air with a snap of his fingers. Cool trick he's got there. Wonder if I could learn to do that. That'd be the kick!

The entire world starts to spin this time as a tornado seems to form around us. I can't see anything through the mass of gray matter spinning around me.

My lungs feel like they're about to collapse. I can't breathe with the wind gushing around me at a 100 miles per hour. What the fuck is going on here? I can't believe it, but I actually feel like I'm about to barf up my lunch as it spins faster. I can't even tell up from down or left from right anymore. I'm totally fuckin' clueless and it's pissing me off! I don't like not being in control, you know?

Right when I'm about to scream from frustration... it's over. Gone. No more crazy ass spinning for Faith. Instead, I find myself rolling on the ground across a field of freshly mowed grass until I hit a tree.

"SHIT!" I groan when my stomach whacks itself against the bark. Of all places to get hit hit, did it have to be there? I'm still wicked disoriented and without a clue. Only thing that hits me right away is that it's daytime. Wasn't it midnight just a second ago? I so was not in that freakin' tornado of doom for 6 hours. There was something seriously trippy about this whole thing.

Maybe I was in Oz. Hey, it happened to Dorothy. It could happen to me too. Yesterday I thought Charlie's Angels was just a cheesy TV show so who knows. Anything's possible.

Except I don't think they got baseballs in Oz. I find myself pulled back into reality when something knocks against my head.

"Oops sorry lady," I hear a voice say. My vision's blurry for a second but once it clears I find myself in front of two boys. One's about 16 and the other 12. Funny thing was, the 16 year old had a white boy fro goin' on. Didn't that go out in like the 70's? The younger one was the sorry one. Fro boy just looked like he wanted to hump me. "We didn't mean to hit you. Robert always throws too hard."

Fro bro snorts at younger one. They're obviously brothers. "Yea, whatever, Johnny, you just can't catch. Mama's gonna have a fit when she finds out you're giving pretty young girls concussions."

"I don't have a concussion," I say, surprising them both with the suddenness of my voice. "I'm five by five."

"Huh?" the kid, guess his name was Johnny asks. Yea, I get that a lot.

"I'm fine," I clarify for him. Well, will be fine. Once I figure out where I am I'll be just peachy. "What I'd like to know is where the Hell am I? You guys look like the people from Saturday Night Fever what with the fro's and all. And check out those bell bottoms. Last time I checked? Those were for chicks only. And maybe some gay dudes, but that's beside the point."

Both boys exchange looks with one another. Looks that say, "Dude, this chick is totally bonkers!" I just roll my eyes and glare, giving them my no nonsense look. It was my answer to Red's resolve face. Worked every time.

"Are you sure you aren't hurt?" Fro boy asks, quirking a brow as he gives me the once over. His eyes staying in one area mostly. I'll let you guess which one.

"I'm fine," I snarl, getting to my feet and pointing to my face. "My eyes are up here buddy. Try lookin' here and you might find your answer. The twins suffered minimal damage."

Once again I'm answered with gasps. What? Haven't these boys ever met a chick who swore and talked about her tits?

"Look, I just need some help, if you can't give it to me, take your baseball and point me to someone who can. I'm fuckin' lost here and I just wanna find my friends. Is that cool with you or do you wanna gawk at me some more?"

Fro boy finally seems to get his head on straight at my snapping and gets to the talking. Finally! "Well, you're in Washington DC. We live a few blocks down but come down to the park to toss baseballs or frisbees. It's almost time for us to go home now. Mom'll have supper on the table and after that we all watch Happy Days together."

"That's still on the air?" I ask, scratching at my head to weed out all the twigs from my hair. No wonder they kept givin' me strange looks. I look like I've been rolling in the grass all day.

"Uh yea," little bro replies. "Happy Days just started two years ago. Critics say it'll probably last right into the 1980's"

My jaw drops at his words. The 1980's? "Hold up a sec, buddy, you're telling me that it's not already past 1980?"

"Uh huh," he nods his head. "Maybe you need to go to a hospital, lady. It's only 1976. What year did you think it was?"

You know, the funny thing was, as hard to believe as it sounded, I was actually buying into this. I mean, why else did Fro boy here look like he walked right out of Saturday Night Fever? I'd been sent back in time somehow. Hell, in 1976, I wasn't even born yet!

Man, I wonder what Giles would have to say about me being the first slayer to time travel. It's a bummer that he's dead. He'd have a field day with this.

"You don't want to know," I answer, shaking my head sadly. "Hey, have you kids happened to see two other chicks lookin' about as weird as me. One's a redhead about my height. Skinny and pale with a mouth that never stops yapping. The other's a wicked tall blonde who looks like a supermodel. They go by the names of Willow and Natalie."

The boys exchange looks once again. It's little bro who speaks up this time. He seems to like to talk. Fro boy can't seem to stop staring at my tits. "Oh yea, we did see some girls earlier over by the Lincoln Memorial. Robert wanted to ask the pretty blonde girl out on a date."

"Wonderful," I mutter to myself, we're three girls trapped in the fuckin' 70's and the only people who notice us are two little boys. One of which has a serious hard on for all things hot and female. Somebody's sexually repressed and needs to hit up a few clubs so he can get that first fuck out of the way already. Then he might not be so creepy with the staring thing. "So, how'd you kids like to play tour guide? I'm not exactly familiar with this place and it's wicked important that I find my friends. You think you can handle that?"

If they said no, I could always blackmail with the baseball still in my hands.

"Sure," Fro boy answers with a dreamy look in his eyes. "We can help you out with whatever you need."

Great. This was just what I needed. Xander with an afro, bell bottoms, and a mini-him to boot. If I don't find Red quick, I might just stake myself and get it over with already.

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Okay this is so not today anymore is it? [04 Jan 2004|01:42pm]

willowwitch
[ mood | blackedout ]

Natalie walked me back into the main living room and Faith and Bosley had joined us. I plopped myself back on the couch and whispered to Faith, "Any good weapons?"

She nodded. "You could say there were some pretty sweet toys in there yeah. Sais, I'm totally diggin' it."

Bosley cleared his throat. "Charlie, I believe we have two new angels for you."

I blinked. Angels? I keep thinking of Angel. Angel in Los Angeles. I haven't sent him a postcard in awhile. I really should. "Oh sure. Right."

I heard the booming voice over the speaker on the desk. "Excellent. Natalie have you explained the plans to Willow?"

"I have Charlie."

Faith actually raised her hands. "Whoa, B here didn't tell me about the plans. Now, I don't mind helpin' another girl out and all but what's the deal?"

I heard Charlie chuckle slightly. "Bosley sometimes overlooks tiny details. Faith, you and Willow will accompany Natalie tonight to the Lincoln Memorial. Dylan and Alex were last spotted there."

"Spotted? You mean they've gone missing?"

I nodded. "Yes Faith we have to find them. I have their last transmission. They disappeared."

Bosley handed Natalie, Faith and I folders with pictures. "Natalie is very familiar with what we're after."

Charlie's voice percolated through the speaker again. "It is essential we find Dylan and Alex at all costs. The diamond if it falls into the wrong hands, I fear the worst for us."

Is it me or is Charlie kind of like one of the Watchers? I bet Giles would be interested if he were around. "So we have to track their location, find Dylan and Alex and stop the bad guys too?"

"Precisely. Good luck Angels."

Natalie stood up. "Let's go."

Faith looked at me slightly confused. "Red, I'm still not getting this at all. How can two girls just disappear," she snapped her fingers. "Like that. I mean I'm sure if they wanted to be found they would."

I shrugged. "Faith, you know how people disappeared in Sunnydale. Okay maybe you don't remember, but my guess is that there's something else going on here, of the supernatural variety and not so good."

"Right. I knew that." She put her hands in her pockets.

We started towards the Lincoln Memorial. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a lump in my throat.

Natalie glanced at me. "Okay here's the plan guys," she whispered. "Willow, see if you can track any traces of possible goings on near Abe up there. If there are any traces of Dylan and Natalie they'll show on this," she handed me a tracer. This was starting to remind me of the Initiative.

Natalie turned to Faith, "You'll keep a lookout if our trio friends show up."

She nodded. "Fine by me."

"Got it." I started up the stairs. Is it me or is Abe Lincoln way creepier at night? I got to the top where Abe sat and ran the tracer around. It was strange, I was picking up these weird vibes. Like disjointed auras and all. Parts of Alex and Dylan were there but not. I didn't have much time though to really think about it though because next thing I saw was this black ninja guy in front of me karate chopping me.

"Willow!" Natalie called out.

I glanced around, I was surrounded by three ninja guys. I ducked out of the way or tried to.

"Red! Damn it Natalie, no one's supposed to be here! It's a freaking dead guy's tomb!" I heard Faith's voice full of anger and saw her get into some defensive fighting stance drawing her sais.

I was picked up and hurled by the ninja. Last thing I saw was 4 of them moving in on Natalie and Faith.

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Show me the weapons! [29 Dec 2003|03:36am]

faith5x5
[ mood | amused ]

I follow this guy Bosley out of the main room. This dude is seriously weird. I mean, what's a guy who looks like he's been slapped with an ugly stick a few too many times doin' in a five star place like this with a leggy blonde who looks like she belongs on a runway in like, Milan or Paris or some fancy European city like that?

Not that I'm short on the pretty, but this babe has the kind of legs I don't. Let's just say that while I beat B in the height department, I'm still far from tall. More of a happy medium, you know?

Anyway, weapons. The hefty dude was here to try to win me over with shiny objects. It could work... I got a history for gettin' weak in the knees over just about any fine killing device. Hell, give me a homemade knife and I'll probably drool. A girl's gotta have her guns, you know? Or in my case -- stakes, daggers, swords, crossbows, you know, the essentials of slayer accessories.

Bosley brings me into this room. Now, it looks like your typical sitting room - couch, coffee tables, bookshelves, and even a TV. I'm about to open my mouth and see what the deal is, but he whips out a remote control. Now I'm thinking he's about to put on the Monday Night Football game but then the walls start moving.

"Cool," I mutter under my breath as the bookshelves open up and reveal a wall decorated by some pretty expensive looking metalwork. "Those are..."

"Beautiful," he finishes for me.

I smile and turn to him, suddenly thinkin' maybe this dude ain't such a bad guy after all. "Yea. Can I...?" I motion at the weapons. My hands were just itchin' to get themselves around the hilt of that battle axe.

"Knock yourself out," he replies with a grin of his own. I'll just leave out my comment about how for somebody who seems to be loaded; he could sure use some dental work.

You don't have to tell me twice. I'm running over to those walls like a kid in the candy store. They've got all sorts of wicked weapons that even the Mayor didn't keep around. Sais, swords longer than my arms, thowing things... the works! Man, was I ever in weapons heaven here. There were even some high tech things... but I'm more about the hand to hand combat, you know? Not much for machine guns or explosions that go off with one tap of a button. That's wicked lame. And in my opinion? Totally wimping out too.

If I'm fighting, I want my opponent right in front of me so I can look 'em in the eyes when I take them down. Gives me that whole in-control vibe. My enemy knows it's goin' down when it looks into *my* eyes. I'm not about to give that up for some long distance wimp kill. Call me old-fashioned, but I like the good hard solid feel of bones crushing under my fist. Must be the primal slayer in me, huh? Guess I'm not so hip to the Bronze-age after all.

"Impressed?" he asks, coming up behind me and startling me out of my thoughts. I almost knock the guy out, but thanks to quick reflexives my fist lands about an inch from his nose. He steps back, lookin' all kinds of freaked at my reaction to a simple question.

"Sorry," I shrug. "Habit. You shouldn't sneak up on a slayer. Might not be good for your health. We got a history for hittin' without thinking."

He chuckles some, obviously recovered from my almost bashing of his face. Damn, the boy sure has some guts. Maybe I was wrong about him. The more I hung with him, the cooler he got.

And as much as I hate to admit it, I was startin' to buy into this whole Charlie's Angels thing. I mean, it's one thing for one person to be a total whack job living out some fantasy, but for three people? That's pushin' it a little. I would know. I was certifiably insane once... and I sure as fuck wasn't gonna conform to anyone else's insane world but my own.

I pick up the pair of sais off the wall. Those babies were pretty fuckin' sweet, man! Could do a lot of damage... I'd seen enough Xena to know how the things worked. You could throw 'em from a distance and make with some serious stabbage, use them in hand-to-hand as a self-defense thing in case, for some reason, I didn't wanna kill whoever I was fighting, or I could spar and stab. Think I just found myself some new toys.

"Hey, B," I call out. Yea, I know B's usually reserved for Buffy... but with her six feet under and another B-named person in front of me, it just seemed to flow, you know? "You down with me taking these babies out of here? If I'm gonna do this thing for you guys, I'm gonna need some new toys. I want these."

"So you don't think we're insane anymore," he asks me in an amused tone.

"Well, I won't count you 100% sane, because for real now, in this world? Who the Hell is? But I'm also not about to dump this mission, so count me in. You got yourself a slayer on board."

Maybe I'm giving in easy here, but with the voice, and all this top secret shit, along with the gizmos and gadgets galore, what else could I believe? I played the skeptic and now it was time to just go with it. These guys weren't the bad guys here. A little weird, yea. But evil? No fucking way.

They had every chance in the world to pull something on me and Red. And so far? We were safe as houses. Isn't that what B used to always say? B as in Buffy that is, not Bosley. So the way I see it, these guys proved themselves. Now I just hoped we could prove ourselves and save the rest of Charlie's Angels.

Man, I don't think I'll ever get used to saying that.

"You got yourself a deal, slayer," Bosley say to me in a voice full of satisfaction. I get the feeling that we were kind of a last ditch effort here. If we had said no -- they'd be screwed.

I twirl the sais in my hand, loving how cool it looked and giving the dude my best `ready for action` look. Red must've gotten a load of the computer stuff by now. I think it was about time we learned what our mission here was. It didn't seem like it was gonna be your usual sword and stake mission. For some reason, I got the idea we were gonna be battling a bunch of humans rather than that of the demon variety.

I just hoped I'd be able to deal. I mean, I got a load of what killing a human does to a person... I don't know if I could do that again without seriously freakin' out here. Maybe they'd settle for a whole lot of violence without the kill. I could do that. That wouldn't weigh heavy on that wicked annoying conscience I seem to have developed. And after that? Well, they can do the dirty work. Red and I were just here to recue the chicks and then we'd be back on the road. Mission accomplished.

"So, you gonna take me back to Charlie now or what? I'd like to know the who and the what and the why of this thing."

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So does this mean we get to be all stealthy? [05 Dec 2003|03:17pm]

willowwitch
[ mood | determined ]

So Natalie was leading me into some kind of other rooms to show me all the neat technology that I guess Charlie keeps for storage. I thought this was all kind of neat and cool even if Faith was a little skeptical. I guess I can't really blame her, I mean, this did sound a little far fetched but Natalie seemed really real to me.

"So," she led me into a large room with a lot of different computers and gadgets laying about. "This is our computer room. Alex usually does a lot of work figuring out what goes where."

I picked up a pen and twisted it and a light came on. "This is kind of like James Bond if you don't mind me saying."

Natalie grinned wide at me. "Only we get way better outfits to wear Willow!"

I turned and saw a laptop open. "Do you mind?"

She shook her head at me, "No not at all."

I turned the laptop on and watched it boot up, there were all these encrypted passwords and such. I think Natalie was pretty impressed and slightly scared maybe I could figure this all out that quickly. "So," Natalie leaned over my shoulder. "Do you think you can help us out by finding anything any leads?"

I shrugged. "Kind of hard, I'm not too sure what I'm looking for. Maybe you can take us to the last location they were spotted at?"

She nodded. "Well, that's by the Lincoln memorial, that was their last transmission I suppose."

"Transmission? You mean they communicated?"

"Yes, with this," Natalie handed me something that looked like a little walkie talkie but way more sophisticated. "We kept the message obviously, it was from Dylan."

"Can you play it back for me?" I asked intrigued.

"Of course, but Willow, Charlie and I have gone over this about a dozen or so times, its been pretty fruitless."

She played the audio message for me, and I began to listen to it, it was them running, they sounded surrounded, something like Nat..call …Charlie, help! and then it broke off after that.

Natalie's face kind of dropped when she heard it. "That was Dylan."

I took a deep breath. "We'll find them Natalie, I promise. Faith and I kind of both understand loss and losing things and all of that."

She nodded and I could see almost tears forming. Ok now I was so determined to find them. "You don't have any idea what happened?"

She shook her head at me. "Well Dylan and Alex were tracing these kind of thieves interested in stealing this rare diamond." She opened a book and I looked at it. "This diamond, is worth a lot of money, in the wrong hands. The thieves were interested in selling it to a terrorist organization in exchange for arms."

I swallowed. "What kind of thieves?"

She shrugged. "They were part of an organization," she handed me a folder, "Called The Trio."

I blinked glancing at the folder. "The Trio!"

"You know them?"

I felt my fist curl around me. The thoughts of Warren, Jonathan and Andrew came to mind but they were long gone. "Well, are they short and nerdy because, I can just about guarantee those guys don't really stand much of a chance?"

"They were, we don't really know much but apparently some of what they were spreading came to here in Washington D.C. It's not those guys that you dealt with in Sunnydale, don't worry Willow you won't have to flay anyone. Charlie had sent Dylan and Alex to investigate and they didn't return, they just, disappeared."

Wow Natalie really did know a lot about us to know that I thought.

I tried to remember about Buffy and the time Warren used that gun to reverse her metabolism to make her invisible. But of course that was long gone. Could it be possible I thought that maybe these new guys whomever they were trying something similar? Or worse. People just don't disappear.

"We'll go to the Lincoln Memorial tomorrow, Natalie and see if I can find any clues. Let's go find Faith and Bosley," I said standing up.

She nodded and led me out of the room. Gosh, Faith and I were really going to have to put ourselves to work. There was no way these guys were getting away with this.

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Meeting the Angels [25 Nov 2003|09:26am]

faith5x5
[ mood | pessimistic ]

You know, I'm really startin' to think my girl is about as crazy as this Natalie chick. I mean, come on! I can't believe she expected us to believe this crap about Charlie's Angel. Okay, I get that there are tons of fictional vampire accounts, and they're the real deal, but who's gonna believe there's three chicks who work for some guy they never see is a true story? And if it's supposed to be so top secret... why make millions off of movies and TV shows?

Then again, after all I've been through this past year? If this chick turns out to be the real deal, I won't exactly be surprised.

Now my pride? That's a whole 'nother story. If she's telling us the truth -- I'm gonna look like such an ass, aren't I? Have I ever mentioned how much I hate being wrong?

Anyway, Blondie gave us an address to meet her at. I had to laugh, if this was the infamous Charlie's Angels headquarters, I was in for a real treat. We get there, and damn! Place is big on the swanky side! It's in the upscale part of town (and let's face it, even suburbia is a step up from what I grew up in) and definitely sportin' the whole package -- pillars, perfectly manicured lawn, even a brightly painted front door. Red. So maybe it wasn't exactly a plantation house, but it had its perks.

"Nice digs," I remark as we walk up the steps that lead up to the porch. "Some real nice living they must do here."

"Definitely," Red agrees, takin' in the sights herself. She's got the wide eyes goin'. Man, her brain must be workin' at turbo speed with all that's goin' down. "I'm excited! Are you excited? I mean, gosh, Charlie's Angels!"

"Just thrilled," I deadpan as I ring the bell to this place. "I stil don't know how much I'm buyin' this whole charade. For all I know, this Natalie chick is some undercover cop just waitin' to bust us as soon as we walk through this door."

And speak of the devil, Blondie throws open the door with a huge grin plastered across her face. "Welcome, ladies! Come right on in. Charlie and Bosley can't wait to meet you both."

"You mean, we get to meet the infamous Charlie?" I smirk, following her inside. Red sends me a warning glance but I just shrug. Hey, I got a right to be sarcastic. For all I know this chick is so rich she bought herself out of the loony bin. I knew a few of those back in prison.

Red ends up grabbin' my arm and pulling my ears to her lips. Are we gettin' kinky in other people's houses now? "Faith! Be nice!"

Guess not.

Blondie leads us into a room. There's a desk, but it's empty. In front of it is a couch where Natalie motions for us to sit. Why do I feel like I'm on candid camera? Seriously! I keep expecting the camera crew to jump out any minute tellin' me I've just been punk'd or something. Yea, I've seen that show a few times. Gotta do something in between those slays and lays, you know?

I plop down on the couch, givin' Nat the once over. "So?"

"So what?" She asks, lookin' around wicked confused. Gee, what do you think? And here I thought I was the stupid one around here.

"Where's the boss?"

"He's right here," a voice says. I almost jump out of my fuckin' leather pants at that. So was not expecting that to happen. Red just arches a brow and gives me a smug look. Whatever. I'm still not convinced. "Good afternoon, girls."

"Good afternoon, Charlie," Natalie replies in this sickeningly sweet tone. Damn, how can anyone be that cheerful when her two best buds are apparently taken hostage or something. "I've brought guests."

"The Slayer and the witch?" the guy pretending to be Charlie asks, but it comes out as more of a `I knew they'd be here` kinda tone. Okay, does everybody know now? 'Cause it seems like we're not doin' such a bang up job on the discreet identities thing.

"Yes..." blondie answers slowly. "They're here... but we might have some problems."

"Blondie's right," I butt in, not really caring about playing polite chick anymore. Never was big on the manner, you know? "What's with you guys? Is this some kinda government conspiracy or something? Or maybe a hidden camera show? I'm really not buying this Angel thing. It might work on the witchy one, but I need a little more proof before I go signing up for rescue missions of fictional characters. I might be missing a few cards in my deck, but I'm not a complete whack job."

By the way, since when did I become the one to think before I act? Usually, I'm the impulsive one. Since when did I start usin' my head? This is definitely a trip.

"Maybe we should show her the videos," a voice from behind me says. I whip my head around and find a heavy set kinda scraggly lookin' guy in the doorway. The boy does not look like he belongs in a place like this. "Or we could show her the weapons, or some of your moves, or some of our 'special' equipment."

I perk up at weapons. Got a weak spot for those. I'm startin' to feel persuaded already. "Weapons?"

"We've got a great collection," he winks back at me. "I'm Bosley, by the way."

"Faith," I grin, pointin' at my chest. And yet, somehow, I think he probably already knows that. "Show me some weapons, buddy, then we can talk about this whole far-fetched fantasy you got goin' on."

"I have no compliants there. Show a beautiful woman sharp objects. Sounds like a date."

He puts out his arm... I don't take it. Who's this guy think he is? He's no Romeo, that's for sure. And if they're so up to date in our lives, how come they don't know we're screwing? Maybe they turn away from those parts... but with the way this guy's tongue is hangin' out? I think they might've enjoyed spying on us a little too much. Call me crazy, but I ain't the one who thinks she's a Charlie's Angel.

"Don't push your luck," I tell him, my tone dead serious. "You're not really my type."

"Okay, okay," he says, throwin' his arms up in surrender. "I was just trying to be nice to the testy Slayer. Natalie, why don't you show Willow some of our technology while Faith and I do weapons."

"Sure," Nat smiles, obviously happy she's gettin' stuck with the easier one of this duo. "I think she might be interested in our secret camera equipment."

See, I told you they were spies! Man, would I love to get my hands on whatever shit they got on us. That has got to prove to be some interesting watching. I'd be angrier... but it's not like I'm a stranger to that kinda thing. I once got bouncy with this dude who was totally into the art scene. Said I was some kinda Venus and wanted to photograph me. It was good pay, and I needed to eat, so I humored the guy.

"Like secret agent spy stuff?" Red asks enthusiastically. Yep. The girl is in geek heaven. It's gonna take a lot to bring her back down to Earth. Guess I go look at the toys while Red gets her fill of science fair projects gone bad.

Blondie nods, and they're off in an instant, leaving me with a guy in serious need of a shower or ten. This is gonna be something else.

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Charlie's Angels? [23 Nov 2003|12:31pm]

willowwitch
[ mood | curious ]

So I'm busy standing by the bar really, as I often do in these kind of situations. It's not that I don't want to dance with Faith, it's just I don't really think anyone needs to see the great spaz show. It's not something I really like showing everyone, so I don't.

I'm getting cozy with a cocktail actually twirling my umbrella in the drink slightly and then I felt a tap on my shoulder, Faith's familiar fingertips. "Hey Red, how's the drink?"

I turned around and saw her with a very tall Blond woman. "Oh you know it's got that twirly umbrella thing, so I'm good." I quirked a brow at the woman before me and then at Faith. I didn't want to get jealous but you know pretty blond girl in front of me, how could I not? "I've seen you found a dance partner."

Faith cocked her head to the side. "Oh Will, pipe down it's not what you think. Blondie over here has a tall tale to tell us, doncha?"

The woman leaned forward. "My name's Natalie and yes and I'm hoping we can go somewhere and talk about all of this that's a little less dance oriented."

I took a deep breath and put my drink down. I felt less comforted about some strange gal wanting to take us somewhere, that I'm thinking was quiet but maybe a bit dangerous. "Alright, I guess so."

And with that we left. We began to take a walk, there was a coffeehouse not too far from the bar so we sauntered on in. Lucky it seemed kind of empty. I guess that's what happens when it's late at night. I kind of felt suspicious about the whole thing. Not that I have some Slayer sense, but something was very strangely going on.

"Do you girls want anything?" Natalie gave us a broad smile.

I shifted my eyes. "Um, the truth maybe."

"I meant coffee, but ok."

Faith sighed. "Quit with the delayin' lady and just tell us what the hell is going on?"

Natalie moved to a booth and we followed and sat down. "Well now, Charlie did mention you were a straight to the point gal."

I blinked. "Charlie? Charlie who?"

"I guess I should explain. Willow," she started. I thought how does she know my name, but I didn't interrupt. "My name is Natalie and I'm an angel. I work for Charlie along with two of my best friends, Dylan and Alex. Dylan and Alex have gone missing and we need your help to get them back."

Again with the blinking I did. "Wait, Charlie's Angels? As in the 1970s television show where Farrah Fawcett ran around with bad hair?"

Natalie gave me a grin. "Sort of. It's all real though. I swear."

"But why us?" I asked curiously. I can see why Faith wouldn't believe her. I mean this was almost too incredible to believe myself but then again after everything I've seen over the years, hello, demons, vampires and apocalypses, I guess this wasn't out of the ordinary.

"Because Charlie believes that the both of you are so capable of finding them, what with Faith being the only Slayer left and you being the most powerful witch and computer hacker we've seen. Will you help?"

I swallowed and Faith shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "See Red, told you she's full of shit."

Natalie's jaw dropped and I grabbed Faith by the hand. "Can I answer you in a second. Faith can I have a word with you?"

Faith shot me a glare. "Why do we have to go?"

I narrowed my brow. "Because you and I need a discussion. Now. Privately!" and before she had a chance to say another word, I took her by the hand and walked her to the bathroom and I folded my arms.

"Geez Willow what's with the icy cold stares?"

"Why do you have to be so rude about all of this, it's obvious she needs her help."

Faith took her hand to her chest. "Excuse me for being a little on the cautious side. Red, we don't know if this girl is being a bit with the loonie or if she really needs our help. Come on, Charlie's Angels, I may have spent some time in prison, but even I know that's a whack job."

"And I suppose fighting demons and vampires and fending off your life isn't?" I tilted my head. "Something tells me this girl isn't lying, because why would she go to all this trouble. At the very least we can investigate and if it turns out to be not what we thought then we can go. There's no harm in that."

She shook her head at me. "Fine but if you think I'm putting on platform shoes and feathering my hair you got another thing comin' Red."

I rolled my eyes. "I really doubt we're going to have to do that."

We left the bathroom and there Natalie was still sitting there. "Have you come to a decision?"

I nodded. "Yup. We'll help."

Natalie smiled at us wide. "Great! Meet me at this house tomorrow," she handed us an address. "Charlie will be more than happy to discuss details with us."

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Touched by an Angel... or not [10 Nov 2003|01:52pm]

faith5x5
[ mood | indescribable ]

So, Will wants to check out this D.C. thing. Guess that means I play the bored casual observer again. Man, I hope I don't break anything. I mean, here we are in the nation's capital, and I'm a girl with a whole lot of strength on her hands that sometimes gets a little out of control. Not to mention I'm an ex-convict who didn't exactly break out of the system in legal ways. I know Red did a good thing by breakin' me out of the slammer... but here we are in like, the biggest court on earth. If somebody knows anything about the California judicial system... I could be in some major trouble here.

You think Red's little spell works all the way out here? I'm a little fuzzy on the magic details.

Whatever. I'm just freakin' over nothing. No big. It's just, this is the best my life has ever been. I'm so used to things bein' shitty, that it's weird when they're not. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? After all, I thought I had a good thing with B, but we all know how that ended. What I need is to cut loose, party a little, throw back a few hundred drinks, and I'll be five by five again.

So, I grabbed my witchy partner in crime and told her we were gonna have some fun tonight. D.C.'s got to have some kind of clubs, right? Every town in America, no matter how small and off the radar it is, has some kind of place where you can get shit-faced at. I could settle for a bar. Sure I'd be a little sad about the lack of bump and grind, but after a while, stuff starts to not matter anymore. And hey, that's all I'm askin' for in a place.

Anyway, I found this pretty decent place. Had a neon sign on everything. You know a dive's got some halfway decent stuff when it's got one of those. Remember the Bronze? Yea, that place had a big lit up sign. A kind of bat signal for the drunk and horny. Come on in here, have a shot or two, get your groove on, and you might just get laid too! Who wouldn't dig that? I know I'm sure a sucker for those kind of deals.

"Cosmic Chamber," I note as I pull up to this joint. The sign's in neon pink and a few drunk twentysomethings stumble out. Alright, looks like we found us a winner! "Cheesy name... but looks like the place to be."

"Do I really have to dance, Faith?" Red asks with a pout on her lips. "You know I'm not much for shaking it."

"Don't be a downer, girlfriend," I say with a roll of my eyes. Girl has got to get over her dance phobia! Nobody's payin' attention to how people are dancing. Sure, the better dancers might get a few more hits, but if you got a nice bod on you, then you really got nothing to worry about. "If you want you can chill at the bar. I'll warn you now, though, I'm not one for dancing by myself, so don't go all psycho girlfriend on me if I get a little up close and personal with people who aren't you."

"Are you trying to make me jealous?"

"Maybe," I shrug. "I guess we'll just have to go in and find out."

So we go in there, Willow's still pullin' the pouty act. You know, she should know that I'm not enough of a softie to fall for that shit. Don't get me wrong, I love the girl, but I'm not some pussy whipped chick who's gonna ruin my fun just to keep my girlfriend happy, I got needs too, ya know? Sometimes they gotta come first. We're in this town so she can drool over statues of dead presidents I don't even know the names of, so I should get my fun in too, right?

I give her a little nudge as we sit down. I know something that'll cheer her up. "Come on, girlfriend, don't give me that. We can head up to that Linkin Park memory thing tomorrow."

She nearly chokes on her drink with that one. "Faith, it's not the Linkin Park Memory it's the Lincoln Memorial. It's a big statue of one of our former presidents Abraham Lincoln."

Well, that explains the laughter. So I don't know much about our presidents. Big deal. I know about dead vampires. Ain't that enough? It keeps me alive, anyway. Does knowing who Abraham Lincoln is save you from a vampire attack? No, I don't think so. Way I see it - I got all the smarts I need to make it in this world.

"So he was an important guy, huh?" I muse, wondering if maybe the Mayor had met him. Guy was wicked old, even if he didn't look it, maybe they trades ideas or something. "Is he that bearded guy on our money?"

"Yes," she smiles as I throw back a back. Gotta love Jack Daniels. He's the man! No denying that. "The five dollar bill to be exact."

"Good to know," I nod, finishing off my beer. "I'm gonna hit the dance floor now, babe. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

I hop off my stool and linger there for a moment. On a hunch, I grab Red and pull her into a quick kiss. Her lips taste faintly like the strawberry daiquiri she's been sipping. I lick the flavor off her lips and pull away again, a big grin on my lips. "You'll be okay, right?"

"Yea," she waves me off. "Go get your happies now. I expect you to keep your Linkin Park promise tomorrow with little to no grumbles from you! I don't want to have to hold you back from punching the tour guide."

Dude, I would never do that! Alright, maybe if he annoyed me, but come on now! I got more self control than that. So I just give her a little noncommittal shrug. I'm not makin' any promises, and head out on the dance floor. My body's already feelin' the vibe here and even as I walk my hips start to grind to the beat. I run a hand through my hair as I stalk the floor, lookin' for somebody with moves.

Then I see her... or rather... she sees me. I'm still pulling the predatory act when this tall blonde slinks up next to me from out of the shadows. She's cute, in that model sort of way. High cheek bones, blue eyes, a big smile. She's got a good 5 inches on my height.

"Hey," she whispers in my ear. "You want to dance?"

I'm a lot surprised that she makes the first move. Usually I'm the taker... and now I got this gorgeous chick here that's practically in my pants already. I smile a sexy smile and move my body against hers. "Looks like we're dancin' already, babe."

We move to the music together for a while, her eyes rakin' me over again and again. I know she's checkin' out the goods. I check hers out too. I know I'm not gonna go home with her so I'm not gonna get a guilt complex over appreciating someone who's definitely rating high on the babe scale. It's a little weird how she's starin' at me... but hey, I'm hot stuff to look at. Can't really blame her.

"So what's your name," she asks as the music turns down a notch. It's your average techno tune goin'... right about now it's at that quiet part where you're supposed to start wavin' around your hands like a bunch of ballerinas on crack. Not really for me.

"Faith," I answer. "How 'bout you? You got a name on you?"

She smiles down at me. "Faith, that's a pretty name. I'm Natalie." She's thoughtful a moment before diving in with more Q&A. "Are you here alone?"

I bite my lip. Kind of a bummer that I'm gonna have to turn this girl down, but like I said, I got a good thing goin' with Red. "No... I got a girl here with me who's not down with the dancing so she's hanging at the bar."

"I usually come here with two of my girlfriends," she tells me sadly, a frown on her lips. "Dylan and Alex."

Wow, masculine names there. Better than a name like Buffy, though. "They're your - "

"Oh no!" she laughs heartily. "Don't be getting ideas. We're best friends. We usually come here to wind down after work."

"So how come they're not here tonight? You guys get in a big fight or something?"

She shakes her head and the sad look is back. "No, I wish that was the reason. Alex and Dylan went missing a few days ago on a case."

"Bummer," I frown, wondering where this is going. She obviously knows something about me. I mean, why else would she track me down like this and then start tellin' me her sob story? "But, Nat, I gotta ask... why me? Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I hope you can help," she answers seriously. "You and your friend. Her name is Willow right? Charlie has told us about the both of you. He's heard about what the two of you have been doing. You're our only hope in finding Dylan and Alex!"

Okay, now I'm startin' to get angry. What is there... a slayer hotline now? I haven't slayed one vampire in this town and yet this chick claims to know all about me! Screw this, I want some answers! If she's playin' me... she could be an undercover cop or something! Why should I trust her?

"How the fuck do you know all about me?" I ask angrily, just barely holding on to my self control. "Are you a cop?" I start lookin' her over carefully... she could be wearing a wire. Even if it'd be wicked hard to hide in an outfit like she's got on. "I'm not going back to jail so you can forget about it. Forget you ever saw me and report back to Charlie that it was a bust."

"What? No! I'm not a cop! I'm an Angel!"

"An Angel?" I repeat with sarcasm dripping heavily into my voice. She has got to be kidding me! "So where are your wings, Angel? I don't see a halo over that blonde little head of yours."

She sighs and runs her fingers through her hair. Aww, poor baby, she's frustrated. Good! That's what you get for messing with me! "I'm not that kind of an Angel. I'm one of Charlie's Angels. I'm sure you've heard of us?"

I can't help but burst out laughing at that. Either I've had one too many... or this chick is fucking loony tunes! "You must be delusional, girlfriend, 'cause that's a 70's TV show. Bad hair, even worse clothes, and totally fiction. You better run back to the nuthouse now, babe, 'cause I ain't buying this charade."

I start to leave. I gotta tell Willow about what kind of whack jobs they got running around in our nation's capitol but she grabs my arm. I whirl around with my fist raised. Man, I am about two seconds from bashin' in her pretty face.

"Would you wait a second!" she begs. "Please! Give us a chance. You're trying to do good now right?" I nod warily. "Okay, so help us! I'm not crazy and I'm not a cop. Come on, you don't have to agree to anything, just let me explain myself. You might think differently."

"Fine," I sigh. If this bitch is gonna be this persistent , why not humor her? "We'll talk."

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On our way up the east coast [03 Nov 2003|06:30pm]

willowwitch
[ mood | content ]

Well after the burning down the house, almost earthquake bit, I think Faith and I had enough of the southern comfort deal and we both decided heading up the east coast was our next stop.

There's a lot to see along the way. I for one am pretty excited about visiting our nation's capital, Washington D.C. I know what you're all thinking, didn't we just come from some weird historical place? Yes, but this place can't be nearly as creepy. So we're on Interstate 95 and we're heading past Virginia.

Faith's got her sights set on the Big Apple. I mean, I'd be remiss to say I'm not really excited myself about that possibility. I'm still one of those small town kind of gals, having grown up in Sunnydale my whole life, so seeing these big cities, that's a huge thrill. I never thought I'd ever leave Sunnydale, and what started as being this really horrible reason to do so, has suddenly become one of the best feelings of my life.

I think it's finally hit me that everyone is gone in a way. I don't forget Buffy, Xander, Dawn, Tara, Kennedy, Giles, Angel and even Spike, and what do you know everyone in LA but, at the same time I've now had so many months of distance, where finally I can look back and actually smile. Faith and I have survived some of the worst things and we're still here. Together. On this journey that I don't know where we'll end up. I never thought I'd wind up in this place, of smiling from the danger, but I am now.

"Hey Red, ya look all thinking gal, what's up?" Faith glanced over at me as I had my hands on the steering wheel kind of not so tight, but not so loose either. Didn't want to lose control.

I nonchalantly turn my head towards her. "Nothing Faith, just kind of putting things together."

"Right, Will, and I'm sister Mary. Spill chica, spill," she arched her brow at me.

I wasn't about to bore her with all the details, I mean, honestly, these were just my thoughts. Nothing of any bit of particular interest. I turned into a diner parking lot along up near Virginia Beach. "Let's just say Faith I think you and I finally made it."

I parked and got out of the car. Faith still looked confused but satisfied with my answers. "Alright suit yourself, don't say I never asked ya anything."

I smiled at Faith's answer. She always has a way with words sometimes. "Actually it's just cause I'm feeling kind of hungry from all that driving. I promise I'll tell you another time."

"No big deal Red, I'm not care and share gal all the time either," she grinned at me widely and I held the door for her and we went and ate.

"Tell me again why we're not headin' straight for NYC again Red?" Faith peered at me after finishing off yet another chocolate milkshake.

"Because, there are some interesting things, most notably Washington D.C. to see before we get there and since it takes more than a few days to get up there, we might as well enjoy what's around us," I sipped on a soda.

"Alright but if any more of that freaking ghost shit starts with me again, I'm completely blamin' your ass."

I leaned forward on the table giving her a quick kiss. "You're so cute when you're protective."

I got up from the table before she had a chance to respond putting money down to pay for the food. "You didn't just call me cute, did you!"

I shrugged my shoulders playfully at her. "Yes I did Faith and what are you going to do about it? Pout at me all day?" I giggled.

"I swear Willow, you're lucky I love you," she stated as we left the diner.

I stopped and turned around in the parking lot "What did you just say?" I couldn't believe my ears. I knew Faith loves me but this was the first time I was actually hearing her say it, not in the heat of a passion filled moment and she even said my name.

She looked at her feet and put her hands in her pockets of her jeans, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you damn it. Forget it, I'm not going to get mushy now."

I walked closer to her, and I lifted her chin, bringing it closer to me and I looked at her as tender as I could. I took my hand to her face and rubbed my thumb over her cheek. Now I knew we both had made it. "I love you too Faith. Those words, don't be afraid to use them."

I kissed her again before she had a chance to say another word. I wanted to just take in that moment as ours.

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Finally Free [23 Oct 2003|03:10am]

faith5x5
[ mood | relieved ]

"Funny that," I muse over the wreckage of what used to be a pretty sweet joint. Red's beside me. Didn't I tell you my girl would come through for me? As a team we're unstoppable - gotta love those odds, baby. Really beats that bad feeling of knowing the odds are stacked against you. Been there, done that. Not lookin' for a double take or deja vu on that one.

She quirks a curious brow at me in response. "What's funny?"

"This," I motion at us with a snort. "The nightmare that was this house aside, it feels strangely like... like home."

"Home?" she laughs. "The home went all poofy! There's no more home."

"No," I clarify for her. And she's supposed to be the brains of this duo. "Me and you, saving each other and the day. It's what we do now, isn't it? Take turns gettin' in trouble and then doin' the big rescue. Sometimes we need my muscles and sometimes we need your mojo and sometimes a little bit of both, but it's always ends the same. Me and you, still live and kickin' it if not a little battered, and the bad guys nothing but dust in the wind. Add another notch to the belt, Red, 'cause we're still in business, baby."

She beams at me and lies back in the grass, relaxing after the big stress of this fight. Yea, I might be a slayer, but I'm feelin' the early pulls of sleep tuggin' at my body (and eyelids!). It's been a while since I've gotten my beauty sleep, alright? And being choked half to death? Not really big on the list of things I want to again in my life. Or ever. I unconsciously rubbed at my neck where the chains had been, idly wondering if that was how Wes felt when I had him treadin' the thin line between life and death.

"I like that thought," Willow says out of the blue, breakin' me from my not so pretty thoughts. "We're like those people who don't need a home in a place because they have a home in each other."

"Yea, yea," I bark back playfully. "Just don't get all Lifetime movie of the week on me. Suffered through enough of those in prison. I guess that's how they try to install less maniacal tendencies on us." I add with a smirk. "By killing us with cheesy happily ever after stories."

She smiles lazily at me and takes my hand in hers, rubbin' my palm slightly with her thumb. Normally, I'd pull away, but she's wormed her way under my skin. "Oh come on, Faith. They're not all bad. Some of them were actually pretty good if I remember correctly, like the ones with that witch girl from Charmed!"

I've got no idea what she's talking about so I do what any dutiful girlfriend does - smile and nod like I know what the Hell's goin' on. "Must have missed those," I reply softly with a frown. "Bummer."

We lie there for a moment, just staring up at the sky. Kinda reminded me of the days when I was kid. Even the most cynical brats - and believe me, I was born that way - would look up at the sky every now and then and point out what funny shapes the clouds made.

Okay, so maybe I saw more things of the baseball bat and whiskey bottle variety, but hey, at least I didn't just smirk and say a cloud's a cloud. You've seen one, you've seen 'em all. That's how I felt at this moment. Not like the slayer turned bad turned good who still has vamps shittin' their pants at the very sight of me - but I felt more like some carefree kid just chillin' in the grass with her best bud.

Something about the post-battle excitement and the relief it always held did that to me. It was a release from my worries, a hey, you've done good by your calling kinda thing. Fuck, I felt good to be out of that house with all its ghosts and wicked creepy dungeons. It was the reassurance that maybe this was more than some stupid dead end job ('cause let's face it you do end up dead on this job sonner rather than later) and was more of something a girl could really be proud of.

Oh fuck, who the Hell am I kidding? I love this job! Just, not when I'm being held in a dungeon by something I can't exactly fight 'cause it ain't made up of solid matter. Then it's not so fun. But for the most part? It's the best fuckin' thing that ever happened to me!

Anyway, there was a comfortable silence that hung between us until my stomach started makin' it known that hey! It's been a long time since I had something to eat and we all know me. I get hungry and horny after the slay. I was in serious need of little post slay pigout. Frozen yogurt just wasn't gonna cut it.

"Hungry much?" Red asks me with a devious smirk upon her lips.

I shoot her a glare and then smile sheepishly, protectively covering my rumbling stomach. "Hey, you spend a couple of days in a dungeon and see how your stomach acts."

"I think it's cute," she says, the smirk still wicked evident. She pokes at my stomach and coos, "Does little Faithy Junior need to be fed?"

Okay, that makes it sound like I'm carrying her kid. Not really down with that idea, even if it is 100% impossible. "Red, you're startin' to freak me out with the baby talk. Can we just skip outa this place, get rid of these dresses, and grab some burgers?"

"You mean you don't want some nice home cooked grits and cornbread?" she teases me playfully.

"NO!" I answer, a little more forcefully than I intended. "No more Southern hospitality. I want out of this Hell as fast as we can drive it. We should head up to the Northeast.... not really lookin' to see my home, sweet, home, but it's a thousand times better than here."

She smiles at me as we both stand. With one last glance towards the house, she grabs my hand again and we start towards the car. "Okay, fine, no more South. I really wanted to check out Myrtle Beach but if you're going to be little miss grumpy about it, I guess we can do what *you* want this time."

Good thing, 'cause I has my sights set on The Big Apple. There weren't gonna be any vampire cowboys, voo doo bitches, or ghosts up there. Up in New York, the real demons are the people, and I already got a hard shell... so a few tough talkers ain't gonna break me. I invented that game.

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You shall be free. [18 Oct 2003|04:30pm]

willowwitch
[ mood | scared ]

Darkness is never my friend. I really still hate the dark. Well not that I fear it, but when you are only being led by some ghost that frankly I really am not feeling the trusty with, I figure the only way is to at least deal with the dark.

Ok since when did I get with the metaphors about dark and light?

Anyway, the ghost was leading me down this corridor and then suddenly it vanished. "Hello?" I called out. "Where'd you go? Hello Mister Ghost? Where are you?"

Then the ground opened up beneath me and I went flying down this tube. It was like a water slide, only, hello without the water, and a lot more dusty and dirty.

I landed and a big oomph I might add. Ow. Why is it I'm always falling down somewhere? You would think huh I'd learn, maybe the door is the best way in but no, I guess being a Scooby over the years taught me be sneaky. Just one thing, I was never a Slayer, so I'm thinking a lot of ouch right now.

I manage to get to my feet and it's pitch black around me. But I can hear the voices surrounding me whispering like a cold wind going through me. "Youuuu shouldn't have commmeeee herreeee witch!"

And I'm slammed backwards again against some wall. My guess is that I'm feeling its brick. How do I know its brick? Well I don't know maybe the imprint of a brick pattern on my top is sort of staining it.

"Ok, I'm really getting tired with the whole non-welcoming bit. I thought you guys were supposed to be friendly. Southern hospitality?" I look around me and I can't see. I'm thinking Sunlight spell. Now. "Where is she?" I call out in the darkness. "Tell me where Faith is!"

The swirling energy surrounds me and I finally take my palm out to stop it. "Halt. Tell me where she is!"

"Subrigo," I call out to it in latin and suddenly the room lights up and so does this little host here. And I hold the energy still with my hand. I glance around and I can see Faith in a cage. Something is choking her. I take my hand and hurl the energy at the cage. It causes a huge spark upon impact causing the sheer volume of the voice to shriek but I got it to stop choking Faith. I see Faith slung backwards in the cage.

I try to charge forward but I am stopped by some invisible wall. Damn it. "Faith!" I call out and she's kind of slumped over, I guess disoriented. "I'm coming!"

Right, sure I'm coming as soon as I can penetrate this wall. But I know of these walls, we used it to block those crusader guys out.

"Red?" I hear a weak cry. "Oh, shit Red. What the hell is that sound?"

The voices ear splitting me surrounding me, trying to confuse me. I have to try to stay focused. "Silencio!" I chant, but it's not drowning them out.

I feel them, I have to stop them. How to stop the throbbing in my ear. The delicate sound of thunder bursting through. Have to think.

I see her coming for me. Mrs. Hadley in her torture filled state. I can see her coming through the wall. The voices of all the tortured slaves coming with her. I have to draw out the slaves from them. But this wall is blocking me causing me to stand still. I feel her reach out for me to draw my energy from me. Her power is intense, but I manage to burst her back with a few words, "Enemies, fly and fall, uncircle this wall!" My arms outstretched.

I scream it so loud, my chest pounding, racing with every emotion.

She goes flying and I try to make my way back finally over to the cage. "Red," Faith sits up. "Red, you're here, get me out of here, feelin' a bit too much like prison, if ya get my drift."

I magically unlock the cage and break the locks that Faith was in and she gets out. "Thanks girlfriend."

I nod, "No problem."

Mrs. Hadley is up again, coming for us and this time she's got a surrounding army I suppose of energy. "Willow," Faith gets in her defensive fighting stance. "Question, how am I supposed to fight what I can't touch?"

I glance around thinking Faith has a point. "Leave that to me."

Mrs. Hadley snarling her ugly, and I mean ugly wares towards us. The howling coming from her is deafening once again. I focus everything I have towards her, thinking, that's it. The slaves are trapped within her body. If I could somehow set them free, that would make her probably be nothing but dust and bones and that would make it very easy for Faith to get rid of. Mr. Hadley too.

I channel all my force through my body and think of the spell, "Hear me now, I call upon thee, slaves bound, now are free!" And toss this green energy ball straight at her, and suddenly she's trapped in the middle, her mouth opens up wide along with her chest and this burst of sunlight pops out of her, like right from her chest and I grab Faith, well out of kind of sheer terror and the ear pitches are splitting.

The voices travel upwards out of towards the top of the dungeon, breaking through the ceiling. Rocks and dust start to fall around me, "Faith," I can feel the ground kind of shaking beneath us, as the foundation isn't exactly very steady. "Faith, you have to finish the smashing, if you break her, everything will end."

Faith nods quickly, "Yeah Red, but with what? Don't see a hammer around!"

I'm wobbling and I fall over, I can see Faith's legs shaking. It's like some earthquake. "The chains, the chains you were choked with!"

Faith looks at me bewildered but understands, "Got it!" She grabs the chains and gives it a good spinning toss around towards the skeletons of Mrs. Hadley and Mr. Hadley, and I hear the sheer crack of their bones. I mean loud smacks. The smacks of Faith into their bones, so heavy and hard you could just about tell she was letting them feel her pain.

But the ground's not stopped shaking. "C'mon Red, we gotta bail!" she picks me up by the hand and we start to make a run for it, with the ground shattering behind us. I turn to look running behind us and Faith grabs me tightly by the hand, "No, no looking back, let's go Red, we gotta motor, move it!"

Faith kicks some door down I guess, there was another secret passageway like the Underground Railroad and finally we're outside. We're running until I guess we hit some peach trees and then I stumble and fall but I turn back and I see the entire house collapse to the ground.

But the voices have stopped.

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Dungeons and dragons... or not [07 Oct 2003|11:39pm]

faith5x5
[ mood | grumpy ]

So... a dungeon? Not really the big fun it’s cracked up to be. Alright, so maybe nobody's ever claimed a dungeon could be a cool place to hang at before... but I'm just tryin' to get the ball rolling here, okay? Cool. Knew you'd catch my drift here somehow. When things get tough what do you gotta do? Make light of the situation. Always a good way to cope - at least, that's what I've been doing to get by so far.

There's not much to the place. It's small, dark, cold, and definitely in a place where a person could rot away without the outside world ever knowing. But other than it bein' rank as fuck and giving me some wicked flashbacks of a prison cell - I'm doin' alright. I mean, it's not everyday you get Night of the Living dead rejects makin' with the big haunt when all you wanted was a place to crash for a few days. Or if you're Willow - some good ol' history for that brain of hers that just keeps on truckin' day after day. Man, that chick's never satisfied!

Next time she wants a history lesson we're going to a museum. Stupid? Yea. Boring? Definitely. But it'd save us from this Hell. And in my eyes? That's some kind of small fucking miracle.

I sit there blankly for a while - just trying to figure this whole thing out for myself. What I don't get is - if all the ghosts here are big on the evil... then where'd that dream of mine come from? You know, the one with all the kids and that stupid nursery rhyme with the twisted up lyrics. Some of 'em had to be good right? They did ask for help. Unless, of course, they were just playin' me. Yea, join the club. I'm used to it by now. Gwen Post anyone? Yea. That was a fucking disaster that I failed to deal with in healthy ways.

And yet, somehow I'm getting that there is something here to save. There is some reason these ghosts reached out to me. It was a dream, right? Slayer dreams don't play games. Wicked trippy, yea... but misleading? No fuckin' way, man. They're all about the guidance thing - if you got the brains enough to decipher whatever weird code they come in. Hell, I'm still trying to understand that whole little miss muffet thing. Man, the powers that be really have fun with the nursery rhymes, don't they? What's next? Humpty Dumpty? Shit. I'll be wicked impressed if I'm an egg in my next dream.

After a while, I start to get bored... and about 20 different shades of restless. I'm reminded of prison more and more by the second. And you know what? That's really the last fucking place I wanna be right now. After a while, I start to pace around like some caged animal. Man, what I wouldn't give for a cigarette right about now. That's another thing about prison. Never smoked before my trip to the pen... but once you're in the clink... you need something to keep you occupied, ya know? Anything to keep your hands busy and your body busy can do the trick. And seriously? You really don't wanna be screwing every Big Bertha with a strap on who comes your way. Those chicks are fuckin' nasty, man!

And while I liked some of them... I steered clear of the whole bonding with your cellmmates thing for the most part. Always been a solitary animal. The loner, the loser, whatever you wanna label it. That was me - social outcast to the extreme. Prison didn't change things much in that aspect. Just that maybe now I used my time to deal with my issues while in the past I used that time to get pissed about my issues. Subtle difference, yea, but it's there in the clear and present... and ends up meaning the difference between a lifer and someone who gets paroled.

So... cigarettes werethe lesser evil between a life spent in a wicked unflattering orange jumpsuit and the possibility that I might just be fucking up my lungs. I'm a slayer... we got that whole super healing thing goin' on for us. So I'm thinkin' that puts me in the good and I don't gotta worry much about the big C.

I'd ramble on some more... but after a while I heard some noises. Not real sure if it's a good thing... or a bad thing. Way I see it I got two options. Behind door number one is Red using her mojo to come to my rescue. And behind door number two is the undead couple ready for a round two.

Turns out it was door number two. Well then, bring it on, bitches. I'm not about to give up this fight that easily.

"Back for more?" I ask with a smirk. "When are you guys gonna learn? You don't mess with a slayer."

Miss Priss looks around in disdain. She ain't too pleased about my lack of scared here. "In case you haven't noticed, dearie, you're the one locked up in a cage."

"Not the first time," I shrug easily. "What are you gonna do then? Bore me to death? Or are we actually gonna do something that resembles fighting." I link my hands together and stretch them out, grinning as they crack in the true fighter style. "You up for the challenge, Cryptkeeper?"

"I don't enjoy getting my hands dirty," she replies... and funny that. This bitch's hands are fuckin' falling apart. She doesn't like to get her hands dirty but it's okay if they're missing flesh and covered in maggots. Have I mentioned yet that zombies are wicked gross? Fuck the box of gavrock... I'd eat spiders over doin' the tango with this chick any day.

I bite my lip to hold back my laughter. "Um, lady? Have you seen your hands lately? They ain't exactly springtime fresh."

Suddenly, she pulls a Dracula and morphs into her former self... all ladylike and proper and minus the rotting flesh. She cocks her head to the side and smiles sweetly at me. "Is this more to your liking?"

"Doesn't make a difference to me. I'm not the squeamish type." Okay, so little white lie there. Mostly, I'm okay... but I'm human too, ya know? I can only take so much before I'm haulin' ass to Hurl Central.

"Well then," she morphs back into her former gruesome self. Guess it takes a lot of her to look all humanoid. "Let's get started. You want a fight, I'll give you a fight."

I get in the defensive, waiting for this chick to open up teh cage so we can have a little one-on-one, but instead she just lifts her hands and suddenly I'm up in the air. "Hey!" I protest. "What the Hell is this?"

"I told you," she repeats in a wicked gruff tone. Talk about a tenor! "I don't like to get my hands dirty."

She does a little ditty with one hand while keepin' the other aimed at me. No matter how much I flail around like a fish out of water it ain't doin' me any good. There's this bruning in my chest and I take it that's where her ghoulish powers are aimed at. A chain that was sittin' snug on the floor before suddenly comes flyin' at me. I try to move but I'm held there. Things ain't lookin' so great anymore... I'm helpless to do anything but grunt every curse word I know as the chain wraps itself around my throat.

"Bitch," I choke out. "You... you're... not... gonna..." I choke again. Fuck, it's gettin' harder and harder to breathe. "Get... away... with... this."

My hands grip the chain around my neck and try to pull. I must eb turnin' blue by now and I'm suddenly feeling heavy and light all at the same time. I kick my legs, still hopin' to somehow get out of this, but all that happens is a blurring of the colors around me. Sure it's all dark and dank down here, but now the bars looks about 3 feet wide and the cryptkeeper is nothing but a blue of flesh tones.

"Are you bored yet?" she taunts me, using my earlier remarks to make a point with the now.

"Only of you," I manage to spit back at her.

The tightening of the chains tells me that I insulted Zombie Girl again. Oh, boo fuckin' hoo. Get over it ghosty, your bit is lame. Might be killing me... but it's still lame. Whatever happened to a good torture? Man, if it were up to me...

Shit! I'm not supposed to think those kinda thoughts anymore...

I blame the lack of oxygen to my brain. Gets me back in old habits when I don't got the good old conscience telling me that torture fantasies are a no-no except when it comes to evil things. Then it's five by fucking five, baby. Is it bad that I'm chokin' nearly to death here and nearly creamin' my pants over the thought of how I could torture this bitch good? It'd be way more harsh than the Wes thing. That was just a warm up for the kind of damage I can really do...

And mark my word for it, as soon as I get out of this (and fuck, I better!), this bitch is goin' down!

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Ok sheets that float have nothing on these ghosts [05 Oct 2003|12:34pm]

willowwitch
[ mood | determined ]

I wasn't sure where Faith was. I mean I had asked her to get me some books in the study area but she hadn't returned for quite some time. I started to go in my worried panic mode. Faith and I had a very heated discussion, bordering on argument but I knew Faith wouldn't just take off like that.

Or would she? No, she wouldn't, she's come so long. She's not running scared ever. I know her.

I paced around getting even more freaked out as I watched the clock in our room go around. Minutes seem to drag along for quite some time. What if something had happened to her? What if those ghosts had stirred up again and she was in trouble. Ghosts are not something you can slay, cause hello, transparent, go right through them, not in corporeal form. Kind of sounding like The First Evil here, and that's not something I really want to think about. No time to do a locator spell I thought, have to go out and try to search for her myself.

I left the room and the house was quiet, lighting a candle. You know this place doesn't have too much electricity, now that I think about it. Yes, I lit an extra flamey kind of candle. Too quiet. I heard the grandfather clock boom with its chimes and I nearly jumped. Get a grip Willow, it's just the clock, the ticky thing.. Ok I could really use some real kind of courage right about now. I made my way over to the study library area and that's when I noticed some kind of weirdness. Not that this place wasn't creepy enough. The books were scattered everywhere, pages opened. Shelves looked misaligned too, especially near the fireplace.. No sign of Faith.

I glanced around and picked up one of the open books that fell. It opened again to the history of the place and I began to read the words more carefully this time. I leaned over the words with the candle, careful not to drip the wax on it. I came across some records and a chapter about The Hadleys, and I felt a gasp go through me. The Hadleys had died in 1873. That the house had been seized by the bankers for foreclosure, but they never could overtake it because of strange "unexplained" happenings in the house. Unexplained, my guess were the slaves. I shut the book and just felt a shiver run straight up my spine. I had to find Faith and fast. I turned to leave and then I heard a loud whisper.

"Willloooooowwwwwwwww.." it called out to me. It was female. "We told you to leave here! And now you have interfered!"

I tried to make a run for the door but it shut soundly in front of me. I turned around quickly and the voice was all around me. "Let me go!"

The ghost appeared before me. "Oh no, we can' t have that." I felt nausea going through me at the sight of this apparation. It was female but you barely could tell with the eaten away skin and decrepit clothes fading away. "You are not welcome anymore!"

Then a male apparition appeared before me. Again not with the prim and proper. Could this had been the Hadleys? I wasn't going to question this. I was thrown against the bookcases and ouch. Heavy books never feel very good in the small of your back.

That's when it dawned on me that Faith probably had been taken by these bastards. I stood up. "What have you done with Faith?"

Again I saw them join hands, really creepy and threw me against the table. "You must go. Now. Faith is of none of your concern."

One of them conjured some kind of way to get the fireplace going and then the male ghost was tightening his grip around my neck. Hey, since when did ghosts get to touch me! You know non-corporeal? But ok they weren't actually touching me but um, this was turning into some wacky version of Darth Vader and his force of grip or something. Did I mention the big flames? They were about to pick me up and make me smores and not in the good way!

I had to think quickly I felt the force of magic go through me and out through my palms, mixing with their own energies and I was able to loosen their grip. I rose from the table, allowing myself to float. I opened my palm to the flames and formed a ball. The ghosts huddled backwards glaring at me. "Witchhhh you willl payyyy…you're darkness and coldness in your eyes..will not overtake us.."

I held an energy flame ball in my hand. "No, but I'm guessing these flames might scare ya a bit." I inched closer. "Now you're going to tell me where Faith is and you're going to take me there and then we're going to fix this. For good. Are we clear?" I let the flame go back into the fire.

"Never, we'll never tell you!" They cackled at me, swirling around me.

I stood defensively. The energy in the room was unstable. I had to focus it. I let both my arms drop straight down, I drew forth from myself and I could feel the ground starting to shake. The energy flowing right through me. Powerful indeed. I channeled it towards my not so friendly ghost friends and I heard a thud. A drop of them. I steadied them towards the ceiling and held them there. "Now, maybe you'll see things my way."

They were twitching. "Where is Faith?!" I called again. "Answer me!"

"She's in..in a dungeon.." The female voice spoke to me. "We..we can take you there."

"Why, why have you brought her there," I snarled.

"To feel our pain," the male voice surged through me.

Pain. Pain I knew that one. My emotions buckling. Faith was in trouble and I could feel it in every shard of my bones. "Take me now!"

I let the ghosts go and they swirled around me and the floor opens up. I drop through the ground and hit with a thud. Ouch.

My candle long blown out. I had to find Faith. The ghosts began to swirl again and I tried to follow.

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