Five Ex-Companions, part three
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kbkoh, I need to do things. like move. and eat, oh, I've been hungry for hours, and also do laundry, and. things. but here is more snippetude!
Title: Five Ex-Companions OR The Revelations Of Five People Who, In Their Respective Pasts, Travelled With The Doctor
Author: kbk
Fanda: DW crossovering with various. In this instance, Buffyverse.
Notes: This contains the idea that made me squeal during the addition to my last post. Which I wrote an hour ago. So I haven't really considered it at length, but I still think it's a kicky little idea. Which, btw, means it is angst and angst like whoa. That really wasn't the original intention, but then Faith came and wanted to talk, and, well, who am I to say no?
It's not something she'll ever say out loud, but Faith always envied Buffy. Even though she was a stupid little self-righteous blonde cow.
Faith isn't bitter. Really. She's had plenty of time to think about it, and she accepts responsibility for her own mistakes, and all that shit, and anyway these days she and Buffy are pretty much equals. Some days more equal than others.
But the point here - and Faith glances at the gravestone beside her, giving it the look she would give the man to make sure he was paying attention - is nothing to do with Buffy, and is not even to do with Slaying, apart from how that was the only connection any of them had, and is also the reason she finds it so very odd to be in a cemetery during the daytime.
She envied B her friends and her caring mother and her sweet sister and her clean little suburban existence and too many things to mention, but most especially, her mentor. Faith had that, before. And Faith lost that.
Twice.
And death was one thing, something she could forgive the lady for because nobody wanted to die that way; but just being left on the street like trash... well, that was another. He hadn't even bothered to check what year it was. But that was getting ahead of the story.
"You remember that confusion over my records? How they couldn't find my mom? Well..." Faith stops. She flips to her feet and paces for a while. "It's not an excuse," she calls to him from twenty feet away. Then she turns back.
"It doesn't even matter," she says, and knows that it's mostly true. She folds herself into a lotus and leans against his stone.
"I thought he was creepy. Or crazy. Something. But he offered me a hot meal and I was hungry and he was old so I figured I could outrun him if he tried anything. He was English. First voice like that I ever heard. Then came the Watchers. Joy."
She shifts, glares up at the cloudless blue sky. "Not the point, again. It was... He had this... He called it a TARDIS. It looked small, but then you stepped inside and it was endless. And he fed me, and gave me a room of my own, and took me to see dinosaurs. He asked me so many questions. And he watched me. Once he called me the wrong name. I thought... I thought I was a replacement, but I didn't mind, because I was so important to him. And he was everything to me."
Faith stops talking for a long time. She doesn't move, either, just sits and thinks.
"Then he said, 'I think I might be prepared, now.' He patted me on the head and thanked me for my assistance and then he was gone. A few months later, I got my powers, and, well... You know the rest of the story. I just..."
Faith pushes herself off the ground, and smiles ruefully at the grave. "You were a sucky-ass Watcher, Wes. But you weren't really the one I wanted to hurt. Sorry about... all that."
She leaves a half-bottle of whisky there for the next bum that passes by, and doesn't look back.
Next up: someone from House.
Title: Five Ex-Companions OR The Revelations Of Five People Who, In Their Respective Pasts, Travelled With The Doctor
Author: kbk
Fanda: DW crossovering with various. In this instance, Buffyverse.
Notes: This contains the idea that made me squeal during the addition to my last post. Which I wrote an hour ago. So I haven't really considered it at length, but I still think it's a kicky little idea. Which, btw, means it is angst and angst like whoa. That really wasn't the original intention, but then Faith came and wanted to talk, and, well, who am I to say no?
It's not something she'll ever say out loud, but Faith always envied Buffy. Even though she was a stupid little self-righteous blonde cow.
Faith isn't bitter. Really. She's had plenty of time to think about it, and she accepts responsibility for her own mistakes, and all that shit, and anyway these days she and Buffy are pretty much equals. Some days more equal than others.
But the point here - and Faith glances at the gravestone beside her, giving it the look she would give the man to make sure he was paying attention - is nothing to do with Buffy, and is not even to do with Slaying, apart from how that was the only connection any of them had, and is also the reason she finds it so very odd to be in a cemetery during the daytime.
She envied B her friends and her caring mother and her sweet sister and her clean little suburban existence and too many things to mention, but most especially, her mentor. Faith had that, before. And Faith lost that.
Twice.
And death was one thing, something she could forgive the lady for because nobody wanted to die that way; but just being left on the street like trash... well, that was another. He hadn't even bothered to check what year it was. But that was getting ahead of the story.
"You remember that confusion over my records? How they couldn't find my mom? Well..." Faith stops. She flips to her feet and paces for a while. "It's not an excuse," she calls to him from twenty feet away. Then she turns back.
"It doesn't even matter," she says, and knows that it's mostly true. She folds herself into a lotus and leans against his stone.
"I thought he was creepy. Or crazy. Something. But he offered me a hot meal and I was hungry and he was old so I figured I could outrun him if he tried anything. He was English. First voice like that I ever heard. Then came the Watchers. Joy."
She shifts, glares up at the cloudless blue sky. "Not the point, again. It was... He had this... He called it a TARDIS. It looked small, but then you stepped inside and it was endless. And he fed me, and gave me a room of my own, and took me to see dinosaurs. He asked me so many questions. And he watched me. Once he called me the wrong name. I thought... I thought I was a replacement, but I didn't mind, because I was so important to him. And he was everything to me."
Faith stops talking for a long time. She doesn't move, either, just sits and thinks.
"Then he said, 'I think I might be prepared, now.' He patted me on the head and thanked me for my assistance and then he was gone. A few months later, I got my powers, and, well... You know the rest of the story. I just..."
Faith pushes herself off the ground, and smiles ruefully at the grave. "You were a sucky-ass Watcher, Wes. But you weren't really the one I wanted to hurt. Sorry about... all that."
She leaves a half-bottle of whisky there for the next bum that passes by, and doesn't look back.
Next up: someone from House.
