Buffy's Pov

Three days. No word. Not a word in three long days. Doesn't matter how I say it... it hurts all the same.

`Give her the space she wants'

I don't want to. The only space I want between me and Faith, is the kind where you're pressed really tight against each other, and air becomes a problem. Like no space. But I don't think that, that, is what Tara meant. Spoilsport.

I think she meant `real' space. Miles and miles apart space... space so unbelievingly large, that it feels like infinite space. My least favourite kind.

But what can I do?

I want to call her. But I can't. Willow said she will call when she is `ready'. Ready to `what' is a little more vague. Ready to come home? Ready to talk? Ready to say she's staying in LA? Ready to join a dancing troupe and make her money shaking her booty for the adoring public?... Just try and keep me out of LA!

The `nothing' is driving me crazy. In my head I have run through every possible single little scenario... every make up... every break up... every `hey! Nice dancing... and yep, here's a dollar... private dance? Why sure... out back? Lead the way'... type of situation possible.

It's not like I don't have things to keep me busy. I have `lots' of things. A whole contingent of newly formed slayers to unleash upon the world. `I' wanted to send them all away to Outer Mongolia... Giles assures me though, that there is no immediate demon problems out that way. Conjure them, I say... what's the point in having a kick ass witch for a friend, if she can't be used for conjuring demons every now and then? Some people have no vision!

But no... the `Revello Drive camp for displaced slayers', is still going strong. And I feel like head girl. I never knew that Giles had such faith in my intellect and wisdom... `I' never knew I had intellect and wisdom... but now, every time the girls ask a question, want some help with their `demon studies', a few pointers with their training... `ask Buffy, ask Buffy... everybody ask Buffy'... well Buffy has left the building.

Or Buffy would like to leave the building. Please?

Field trip to LA, anyone?

I appreciate the importance... and in the long run? Lots and lots of slayers at large?... gotta be a good thing... it's just... well, I normally get a little breather after apocalypses, a little down time... a little `take it easy Buff, put your feet up', but this time? Nope. Just work, work, work.

I prefer the old system.

I did think about sneaking away, running giddily into the night, breaking the chains of burden... but then I remembered... I'm waiting for Faith to call. So call already.

Just a hello. I'd even settle for an awkward silence... heavy breathing, no words necessary. Anything? Nope. Nothing.

She must `know' I'll be going insane... and maybe that's her plan. A defunct Buffy... far too crazy to even have the ability to shout and scream and curse and all other things unpleasant. I'll sit drooling in the corner, and she can occasionally lean over and wipe the mess. A beautiful relationship. At least she would be here.

I can't sleep.

It's the worst at night, because then I know... I know that she should be here. And I don't know if I want her to hold me, or if I want to hold her the most... I just know that there would be holding. And at the moment there isn't. So I lie awake... thinking, thinking and more thinking. Also chastising. I do that a lot too. Stupid, stupid Buffy. Don't I know it.

I just want to apologise already.

I am so god damn sorry.

I wonder if there is a limit on the space giving. Like maybe four days is appropriate. After that it's all bets off. Four days seems like long enough, anything more and she might think that I have forgotten her. Anything more and I might think she has forgotten me.

Maybe I could write... that doesn't involve the invading of space. How many times can you fit `sorry' onto a sheet of paper? Or maybe it should be one giant `SORRY'. I wonder which carries more weight? I'll do both. Hedge my bets.

Arghhhh! Definitely skating close to crazy.

Sleep. I really, really want to sleep. Or lightly snooze... or anything that doesn't involve thinking.

Anything to forget... just for five minutes, just to forget, how stupid I am.

"Morning Wills."

"Oh, hi Bu... oh my goddess, you look like crap!"

"And thank you for taking the time out of your morning schedule to fill me in on that little gem... no really, Wills... I feel better already."

I know I look like crap. No need to point that one out.

"Sorry Buffy... I just mean, you don't look you're normal perky morning self, not crap... more uh... less perky?"

"Crap's fine. I'm projecting."

"Oh. Right. So no word yet then, no?"

"No."

Definitely no word yet.

"Well I'm sure she'll call soon... she's probably just getting settled, honestly, the size of that place, she's probably still getting used to it."

"LA?"

"No... Wolfram and Hart."

Ah yes, of course. Angel's new project. The head of an evil law firm... bet that's working out well.

"Did she say when she would call?"

She's looking all confused.

"I told ya Buffy... about six thousand times... she just said she would call. No time. No date. Just that she would."

"Kinda inconsiderate don't ya think?"

"You want me to answer that?"

"No, you're ok. I know how it goes... give her space, she needs space. Well what if she doesn't Wills? What if me giving her space is wrong? Maybe this is hurting her as much as me, and she needs me to call her? A possibility maybe?"

It's quite sweet that she is making the attempt to pretend that she is seriously considering this. I'm just looking for back up on my `four day rule', I don't really expect her to agree with me... heck, even I don't agree with me.

"Err... maybe. But I think you need to give her a little longer. A few more days."

"How many?"

"Uh... I don't know. A few."

Wow. That advice kinda sucked. I wanted something concrete.

"What do you think to `five'?"

"Five more days?"

Not likely.

"I meant five in total, cos I was gonna go with four... but I think you might be right... four is so not right, but five... now five is a number I can work with... it's Faith's number, right? So waiting five days... that could be perfect."

If she keeps looking at me like I'm crazy, I'm gonna start practising the drooling.

"I... uh, maybe five would be ok. But you don't wanna jump the gun... if you call her too soon, she might feel pressured... I don't think you want to pressure her."

Do, do ,do!

"No. That would be wrong. No pressuring."

"Just give it a bit longer, you know she is going to call..."

I almost fall off of the chair when the phone rings.

Should I race to it just in case? Would that be too eager? She likes me eager... so yes, running for phone...

"Hello!... slayer central, home of all things slayer like, Buffy speaking, how can I help?"

I go for humour. I'll remind her how fun I am, how much of a joy to be around... I'm not all about the cursing. No. Just a great big bundle of fun.

*"Uh... hello. Your err... house has been picked from a list of properties, to be given the opportunity to test out a new range of exciting garden products... um... this is 1630 Revello Drive, yes?"*

`Exciting new garden products'... like... trowels? Confusing. And not Faith.

"Sorry, wrong number... this is uh... 1540 um..."

I look around for inspiration. Anything?

"...big sharp axe avenue..."

Yeah, that will be the one. Look it up in the directory... it's right after `please institutionalise me, now, for all our safety' avenue. Lovely area. Just right for the imbeciles.

*"Ok, sorry Ma'am, for taking your time... you uh, have a nice day now!"*

The lady thinks I'm crazy. I can tell. I think I'm crazy. Any minute now... drooling for sure.

"So it wasn't Faith then?"

"No. Not Faith... Wills?"

"Uh-huh?"

"What are `exciting new garden products'? Is there such a thing?"

Again she is humouring me by taking the time to think.

"Hmmm, maybe a new type of trowel... I don't know. Were old trowels unexciting?"

The phone starts ringing again, before I have the chance to answer. I knew it would be a trowel thing.

She's looking at me waiting for my sprint. I'm not getting caught again.

"You go, Will. Ya know it's just the same lady... maybe you can ask her about the trowels?"

"I'll be sure to."

I should have just said that she had the right number, but I wasn't interested. But nope, I have to go all `big shiny axe avenue' on her. At least Willow can ask about the trowels.

"Hello?"

Much better intro then I had going. Slightly saner.

"Oh... hi, how 'are' you?"

How is she? Does she know the garden lady?

"No, that's ok. I guessed you were settling... I wasn't ready to send out the search party just yet."

That isn't the garden lady.

"I could of found ya... I'm a witch... remember?"

She's talking to Faith. Oh my god. What do I do? Casually wander over and wrestle the phone from her grasp?... no, too extreme... I'll knock her out with one quick hit, then take the phone... much quicker then wrestling... much less err... `extreme'.

"The Hyperion? I thought you were staying with Angel?"

So did I. Give me the phone, Willow. Please?

"No, we've got the number... and yeah, I get that. Wolfram and Hart... not my choice for a vacation either."

Vacation? Is this a vacation. I didn't get vacation!

"I don't know where she is right now... you want me to look?"

I'm here, I'm here. You know I'm here, Wills. Look... me, jumping up and down in your eye line... can't miss me.

"I think so. Giles has them training `all' the time. Her and Rona are still making with the snuggles... I'll let her know you're gonna call then though, and I'm sure she'll be waiting."

Her and Rona? Oh... Kennedy.

Willow is looking at me, I'm pleading with her, via my very pleading eyes. Give me the phone!

"Yeah... uh... she's err... good."

Who's good? Give me the god damned phone already!

"She's kinda here, right now... if you wanted to err... say hi?"

Oh, me. Of course she wants to say hi. It's me. Buffy.

"Oh right... no, I'll tell her... you're sure, yeah?"

That doesn't sound like `hi'.

"No. She'll understand."

I don't understand. What the heck am I supposed to be understanding.

"I can tell her that too... I can tell her now if you want?... she is standing right here, intent staring and everything."

Do not mock me Willow... now is not a good time.

"Ok, Faith. Calm yourself. I'll tell her in a minute."

How long is a minute?

"Alright then... I'll speak to you soon, and no, I won't forget."

Forget?

"I won't forget that either."

This is torture.

"Ok... speak soon. Say hi to Angel."

How about saying `hi' to Buffy. I'm still here.

"Bye Faith. Bye,"

I'm not getting that `hi' then.

"Willow, please tell me that, that, was the garden lady, and you just played a really horrible joke on me, for which I shall now have to kill you?"

I smile a little to soften the death threat. It works sometimes. I practice on the vamps.

"Uh, no. Not the lady of the garden."

"So it `was' Faith."

"Uh-huh. Definitely was."

"Right... and she didn't want to talk to me because..."

"Err... it's not that, Buffy. She just said she wasn't ready yet, she would call when she was ready. Call you, when she was ready."

That's it. Three days... and that's it. I mean... it's better then the nothing I had not five minutes ago... but still...

"She did have a message for you though... if you wanted it?"

Huh?

"A message... for me? And you haven't told me yet?"

She's been off the phone for like thirty seconds. Come on Willow, no slacking.

"Well I asked if she wanted to give it to you herself... but she got kind of flustered, I think she was shy... do you think it could have been shy? I never would of picked faith for shy... but then, time was... I never would have picked Faith for sane... so you never know, and it did sound kind of shy and..."

"Willow!"

"What?"

Do not look at me confused, I want my message. You must give me the message `before' you run out of air!

"The message."

"Oh... right. Sorry."

"That's ok. Really... the message?"

"She said to tell you that, `she misses you.'"

"She misses me?"

"That's what she said."

She misses me. Can I dance... just a little? Cos Woo-hoo... she misses me.

"Did she mention how much?"

"Uh... no."

"Oh."

"But it sounded like lots... a whole heap of lots. Definitely lots of missing going on!"

"But no idea when she's gonna speak to me?"

"When she's ready?"

"Not helping Wills."

"Sorry... if it's any help, she's calling back tonight to speak to Kennedy. Maybe she'll feel ready then."

And maybe no one is answering a phone in this house ever again, until I have spoken to her.

"Right... and the time for that would be?"

Willow's smiling like she knows my plan. Darn her clever brain!

"Buffy... you think manning the phones is the way to go? She said she misses you... she said she is going to call you... just relax. Give her..."

"Space! Yes Willow, I know... lots of infinite space."

"I was going to say `time'."

Grrrr.

"Whatever. It's just hard. I just miss her so damn much, Wills. I just wanna hear her voice... just a `hello'... I could cope with that."

"Hey... Buffy... I do know, ok? Remember... me and Tara... and the crazy waiting by the phone... desperate for anything... just a `hello'?"

How could I forget. And we'd see Tara, and it was so hard. Never knowing what to tell Willow, whether it was better not to tell Willow. Thank god they sorted that out. Too much not knowing.

"Of course I remember."

Now she gives me big Willow smiles.

"And so you remember how that all worked out... because I gave her the space she needed?"

Wise old friends. How I love them so.

"Right. So no manning of the phone?"

"Definite no-no."

"And no dialling her number, accidentally, and offering free garden equipment?"

That's it Wills, shake your head at the poor crazy girl.

"I don't think you would fool her, Buff."

"Damn!"

"I do have a little suggestion... a slight idea."

"Anything appreciated."

"Well if she's phoning Kennedy later... and she did give you a message... wouldn't it be a good thing if you maybe gave a message to Kennedy, to give to Faith?"

Ouch. That's gonna take some doing. Me asking Kennedy for a favour... although... saving her life? She owes me one. Swallow the pride Buffy... swallow the pride.

"Buffy? You ok?"

"What?... yeah, sorry."

"That's ok. You just looked a little ill then... like you had a horrible taste in your mouth."

If I could laugh... I swear I would wet myself.

"Nope, all fine."

"Good. So the message...?"

"Great idea Wills, oh cunning planner of plans!"

"What ya gonna say?"

The list is so long. Where should I start?

"I don't know yet. Gonna go think about it, make sure it's the perfect message, ya know?"

"Good idea."

The phone starts ringing again as I leave the room. I almost forget that I'm not on a phone manning mission anymore... I'm on a message planning mission now. Yay!

Willow can take the call.

"Hello?"

She shoots me a `look' as I make my retreat.

"Yes, this is Revello drive.... No, really?... `big axe avenue'? never heard of it."

And now I do laugh.

"Exciting new garden products... like?"

Ask about the trowel Wills, ask about the trowel!

"An extendable trowel... sounds a dream..."

My day just got a thousand times better.

Maybe infinite space just got a little less wider?

She misses me. That's got to be a good thing.

Now my message... it's like playing Chinese whispers...

What's Chinese for `I miss you too'?

Pov None.

The blonde slayer watched as the new girls wound up their afternoon bout of training. Giles had them on quite a heavy schedule, keen to see the level of their slaying abilities, to work out which were ready for field duties, which would need the most work to prepare for coming battles. It was hard work, yet the girls seemed to relish this. Having just been handed their `super powers', they themselves were also keen to learn the new limits to which they could push their bodies, how fast they could be, how strong they could be. Unlike many slayers before them, they had known that the power was coming, had already been aware of the kind of fight they were involved in, so now that they had it, they didn't need to take time to adjust... they were ready, all of them, slayers.

Watching from the sidelines, Buffy almost envied them. She remembered her own time of calling, the difficulty of trying to balance a `normal' life, with the burden of the `job'. The feeling of being alone, of being able to relate to no one, the feeling that the whole weight of the world rested on her young shoulders. These girls would never know that, would never truly comprehend how lonely the life of a slayer could be... because their lives would not be lonely. They had each other.

She envied them, but she also felt good for them. That they would never have to know that feeling was something she was thankful for. She wished that she had never had to know that feeling, that even now, surrounded by so many like her... wished it was something she still didn't have to feel. The loneliness.

But she did. These were her sisters in arms, but she didn't feel connected to them, didn't feel that bond that had sprung up almost immediately with Faith.

Her introspective musings were broken up by Giles dismissing the girls.

What seconds before had been organised chaos, quickly became that of the unorganised kind... definitely another reason to have them on a tight schedule. Too much down time, for a large group of teenage `super human' girls, was just too hectic. All buzzing around like bees in a hive... desperate for something to do, something to fight, something to slay.

It would almost be a good thing when the local vampire and demon population had increased it's number to pre apocalyptic levels... that would certainly give everyone something to do... other then fighting each other over what to watch on T.V., who's turn to take the first shower... who had eaten the last of the cereal, drunk the last of the milk. So many trivial things for them to take their aggression out on. It was exhausting.

Buffy watched as Kennedy spoke to Giles as the other girls left. She was here to speak to her herself. To ask a favour. To swallow her pride, and ask a favour. So simple. Yet it was tying her stomach in knots.

She watched as Giles left, and Kennedy turned to go. It was now or never.

"Hey Kennedy... you mind if I get a word?"

"With me?"

"Well unless you've got an invisible friend lurking around here somewhere, I'm thinking `with you', would be a good place to start."

The dark haired girl couldn't help but look surprised. Her and Buffy were not what you would call friends... much closer to enemies really, yet here the girl was, wanting to talk. Her curiosity was certainly raised.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I need to ask a favour."

Kennedy almost laughed out loud. This was too good. Buffy needed to ask a favour of her. It was classic, more then she could of hoped for.

"That's got to hurt."

"What?"

"Well... you, asking a favour of me. That's really got to stick in the throat."

"It's not pleasant." That being an understatement. She looked at Kennedy, and the urge to fight the girl was still as strong as ever. She hadn't forgotten the `Champions of Champions' spectacle... nor had she forgotten the hurt of hearing Kennedy at night with Faith... but she would have to forget, because her need of the favour was greater then her need to take some form of childish revenge. If Kennedy was a bitch though... well `then' revenge might be appropriate.

"Must be a pretty big favour, ya needing."

"Depends if you're weighing it up against saving your life."

"So it's not a favour then... more like... payback? You want me to even things up, for you saving my life...? Not very `super hero', Buffy."

"I never said I was a super hero, Kennedy."

"No, you just walk round acting like one."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Kennedy surveyed the older slayer in front of her. She wondered if she should push it. She remembered the feeling that if she got her slayer powers whilst Buffy was still in commission, she was going to kick her ass. She still wanted to... even with the life save.

"It means the way you walk around as if you're better then everyone else. As if everyone should worship at the feet of the great Buffy Summers."

"That's crap, Kennedy."

"Is it? So you don't think you're better then me, then?"

"No. Not particularly." She took a moment to collect her thoughts. She wasn't going to fight, but she didn't come here to roll over, either.

"But your attitude sucks. You come in here full of cockiness and bravado... all defiant. Yet I've earned my bravado Kennedy... if I act like I've seen it all before... it's because I have seen it all before. Did you ever think that maybe you could learn something from me, if you just shut up once in a while and listened?"

"No. The way you talk to us, doesn't really inspire the listening."

"I didn't come here to argue with you."

"Shame." Looking at the small blonde, Kennedy was deciding whether she could take her.

"Now I'm a slayer... I've got all this extra strength, I'm dying to test it out."

"If you remember the last time you wanted to get physical with me, I'm sure you can remember the outcome... maybe you should save your strength for someone that's not gonna kick your ass."

"And there you go again with the `I'm better then everyone' crap."

"This is ridiculous. I should of known it was useless asking for a favour from you."

She turned to leave. She certainly wasn't going to beg for favours.

"Aren't you even going to tell me what it was... and I thought it was payback, not a favour?"

As much as it was fun pissing Buffy off, she was still curious as to what the `favour' could be. If it had Buffy needing her help, it had to be big.

"Is it even worth asking?"

"Won't know till you try. I might say yes. I might not."

"It's Faith."

"Faith?" If Faith needed her help, she would be there in a second.

"Yes. Well kind of." How should she put this?

"It's me and Faith."

"You and Faith?" Her and Faith needed a favour. She was more then curious.

"What do you and Faith need me to do?"

"Well Faith doesn't really need you to do anything... I need you to do something for me, for Faith."

"Are you always this cryptic? You could just ask... it would be quicker."

"Right."

"So...?"

"I need you to pass on a message... on the phone, when Faith calls."

"And you can't pass this message on yourself... why?"

Buffy `really' didn't want to have to reveal all her relationship problems to Kennedy. The girl hadn't been here for the fight, hadn't heard her wondrous ripping into Faith, the way she had spoken to her, the things she had said. But she did want her favour, she did want her message passed on.

"Faith won't talk to me."

And Kennedy did laugh. Not a lot, but just a little.

"You two are so messed up. Honestly, if it's not one it's the other... do you enjoy hurting each other... is that it?"

"You don't know what you're talking about. You have no idea. I just want you to pass on a message... will you do that?"

"I don't think I want to... I think it's ridiculous. Two grown ups, two slayers, and you can't even have a conversation... what's the problem... you act all superior to her as well?"

"I do not act superior!" even as she said the words, she knew she wasn't being honest. Yes she had acted all superior, that's exactly what she had done, acted as though she knew best, as if it was her way, or no way.

"So why aren't you talking? Last time I saw Faith... she was all ready to make things work. So you must have done something."

"I don't think I want to have this conversation with you... either you'll pass on the message or you won't."

Kennedy shook her head, Buffy really was up herself... totally up herself.

"You're unbelievable. Maybe if `you' listened to me, you might learn something for a change."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you're not always right, that you don't always have the answers... it means that maybe if you told me what was wrong, I might be able to help."

"Why would you help me? We don't like each other... that's more then apparent, why would you `want' to help me."

It was a valid question. Passing on a message wasn't asking much, why Kennedy would want to do more, she couldn't understand.

"Maybe I want to help Faith. For some reason, you mean a hell of a lot to her... if I can help sort that out, stop you two from acting so damn stupid all the time, then I'm happy to do that. I want to do that. But I can't do that unless you tell me what's wrong."

Buffy considered. Maybe Kennedy was right. Maybe she could help. She certainly wasn't doing a great job on her own, that's for sure.

"I can't believe I'm doing this... talking to you."

"Me neither, but I promise not to make a habit of it... helping you."

"Fine."

"Fine." She took a seat on the floor and gestured to the blonde girl to do the same.

"So what's the problem... what went wrong?"

Buffy took the offered seat, swallowed all of her pride, and told Kennedy about the fight. She didn't edit it to make herself look better, she didn't want to. She knew how wrong she had been, she didn't need to hide that.

"Wow... you really said all of that? You `told' her she couldn't go, and you wouldn't even listen to what she had to say? And then you said that she came here 'just to fuck you'?"

"That's about the upshot of it, yeah."

"You really are pretty stupid... you and Faith have a lot in common."

"Ok, gonna disregard the stupid comment... will you help me? Will you pass on the message?"

"No."

Buffy's face registered the shock she felt. No? So why had she made her tell all, if she never meant to help?

"What do you mean, no? I thought you were going to help... that you wanted to help Faith? What was that... just bullshit to get one over on me?"

"Oh god... please shut up! I swear one day I `am' going to kick your ass... and I'm going to love doing it. If you give me a minute, I'll tell you why I won't pass on your little message. Ok?"

"You're never gonna kick my ass, Kennedy. Sorry." She couldn't let that go, had to make sure Kennedy knew.

"But the message... why not?"

"Because it's stupid. Really fucking stupid. If you want to speak to her, get your ass to LA, that's where she is... and imagine... talking face to face, how much more grown up then passing messages."

"You think I don't want that? You think if I had my way I wouldn't be there by now? This is what she wants Kennedy... I'm trying to do what she wants."

"She wants you."

"Not that simple."

"I swear I've had this conversation before... it is that simple. If you stop making it so damn complicated... it really is that simple. She doesn't need to be sitting on her ass in LA thinking about what she wants. She knows what she wants."

"So why is she in LA?"

"Because you made her leave." She shook her head again at the sheer stupidity, it was hard to believe that these were the people charged with keeping the world safe.

"You made her leave, and now it's your job to go and get her back."

"And if she won't come... I mean, heck, she might not even speak to me, she won't speak on the phone, why would she speak to my face?"

"Because she loves you... my god, you are so dumb."

"Will you quit with the stupid and dumb? Please?"

"Quit acting it then. Leaving Faith to stew, to sit and think all day... worst thing you could do. She isn't a thinker... she's an actions girl. You wanna get her to listen? Stop sitting on your ass, and go to her. Show her you're sorry... I know I'm not passing on some little message. `That' is stupid!"

"You really think I should go to her... to LA?" She wanted to believe that. Really wanted to. But everyone else had been telling her to wait, to give space, and time.

"You think she would want that?"

"I think she wants you. I think she's spent long enough telling herself she doesn't... you leave her to think too much, she might decide that she was right all along... that the pain isn't worth it. If you don't want that, I suggest you go to her as quick as your little slayer legs will carry you."

"I'm stupid."

"I know. I told Faith the same."

"You told Faith I was stupid?"

"I told Faith you were lots of things." She smiled as sweetly as she could.

"But no, I told Faith that she was stupid. Both are you are trying so hard to mess this up, it's crazy."

"You're probably right."

"Can I have that in writing?" Buffy Summers, saying she was right. Had to be a first.

"I'll hang it over the mantle piece."

"If you are right... if I get to LA and that's the right thing, you can have whatever you damn well want. Ok?"

"Sounds good. So you're going?"

"What's to lose? If she tells me to get lost, that she doesn't want to speak to me yet... then I'm where I am now."

"Exactly. So go already."

"I'm going." She pulled herself up from the ground, a determined set to her shoulders.

"One more thing though?"

"What? Thank you?"

"Uh... yeah. Thank you. One other thing?"

Kennedy just looked at her, she knew `thank you' wasn't what Buffy had been meaning.

"When you speak to Faith... don't tell her I'm coming, ok? Just tell her that I miss her too, that I need her. Will you do that?"

"I think I can manage that."

"Right. And thanks. I mean it... I didn't think I'd mean it... but thanks."

"No problem." She looked at Buffy, she still didn't like her, still thought she was up herself, but that wasn't important. Faith was her friend and she wanted to see her happy... if her choice was this jumped up, self important little Barbie doll, who was she to argue? Didn't mean she couldn't have a parting shot though.

"And I am still gonna kick your ass."

"I doubt it Kennedy, but it's nice to have ambition."

And now she was in the car, half way to LA. She still didn't know if she was doing the right thing. Willow hadn't thought it was the right thing, had almost pleaded with her not to go... to wait and give her time. Had reminded her of the Tara situation again... how that had all worked out because she gave her time. But Faith wasn't Tara. Kennedy was right. Faith was an actions girl... and if she wanted her to know how much she needed her... how sorry she was... she would have to show her, because words were cheap, words didn't mean anything... actions always speak louder then words.

She just hoped that Faith would give her a chance. Wouldn't shut the door in her face.Would give her the chance to show her that she really loved her.

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