You know Faith is all yours. :P As if, girlie *pfft* :P







--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "Miranda"
<mira_kensing@...> wrote:
>
> Faith hadn't slept well her first night at the Hyperion. For one
> thing she'd slept alone and that never made for a peaceful night.
> Oh, Robin had given her the big doe eyes and the look that said
he'd
> have been more than happy to rectify her current situation but she
> didn't feel right about it. Not under Wes's roof.
>
> Another reason for her restless slumber, the musty hotel bed
> reminded her too much of her `Spartan' living conditions back in
old
> Sunnydale. The room her fake Watcher had descended on and
exploited
> all her insecurities. Watchers were the root of Faith's problem.
> The first one whose death had marked her. The second whose
betrayal
> had changed her. And the third whose inexperience, indifference,
> and eventual contempt had pushed her to the darkest depths of the
> person she'd become. The one she'd tortured, the one she'd nearly
> killed, the one...who in the long run....had saved her by finding
it
> in his heart to trust her again.
>
> Now here she was, with a crappy bedroom, a head full of insomnia,
a
> bunch of mewling girls wanting her to be their guide dog, and her
ex-
> Watcher somewhere down the hall. It wasn't supposed to work out
> like this. Angel was supposed to be here. The Vamp with a soul
and
> a plan, the one who could tell her what to do without her hating
> him. And he'd run off to join Evil Inc. Just like a man, to bail
> just when you needed him. Who was she supposed to turn to for
> guidance now? Buffy? Giles? Wesley? All options led to laughter
and
> a conflicted knot at the base of her stomach. No, she wouldn't be
> turning to any of the Scooby minions for assistance. And she sure
> as hell wouldn't be turning to Wesley.
>
> She'd figure herself out, one way or another. She just had to
> figure out a way to get some sleep. She groaned realizing the
first
> rays of the sun were creeping through her window's faded
curtains.
> Soon enough one of the munchkins would be pounding on her door,
> looking to her to know the way. She wouldn't be able to help them
> unless she'd gotten at least 15 minutes of sleep. She stretched
and
> yawned, flopped over one way on the bed. Sighed, yawned,
stretched,
> and flopped back over the other way.
>
> Faith frowned and grumbled, sleep was a lost cause. She slid her
> feet onto the floor and decided she might as well get moving.
Maybe
> if she hurried she could find some kind of demon to slay before
> lunch time.
>