Tomorrow


Faith's POV

I stretch out in bed and yawn as I wake up.

Another wonderful day, in this wonderful world, with the most wonderful woman in it.

I open my eyes.

Who isn't here.

I rub my eyes to wake up a little more.

Her side of the bed is cold. She must've been up for a while. Why didn't she wake me up?

I run a hand through my hair, still a little curly from last night from when I got all pretty for her and she shot me down.

Don't be mad at her. She only shot me down because she's going through something. If this had been any other day, she would've had me half way to happy land before the 10 minute mark of her walking through the door.

I stand up and stretch a bit more in the morning sun.

But it wasn't any other day, it was last night, and today is this morning and today is the day I make everything better. Today is the day my lover returns to me. The day she tells me what's been bothering her and I help her deal, no matter what I have to do.

I take my bra and panties off as I move to the dresser and put new clothes on.

Buffy has given so much to me. She made me believe in love even when there was no reason to, even when I didn't want to. Buffy believed in me too.

I pull on my white muscle shirt and slip into my red leather pants. I stretch one last time before heading downstairs.

She believed in me when no one else would, and now I have to do the same for her.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and turn towards the great smells coming from the kitchen.

Joyce must be cooking breakfast. God knows Buffy could never make something that smells that good.

I walk into the kitchen and again I'm faced with the sight of Buffy sitting at the breakfast bar with a cup of o.j. in her hands, staring down at it. Joyce on the other hand is standing at the stove, flipping pancakes for I'm assuming both of us. I smile as Joyce notices me.

"Morning."

I move into the kitchen more to sit down next to Buffy.

"Morning."

I sit next to Buffy and she doesn't respond, again.

"Hey B..."

"Hey..."

I got a response. A response that didn't require her to answer a question, that's good.

"So why didn't you wake me up?"

I'm not making it into a thing, I'm just asking.

"Figured I'd let you sleep."

Oh, well that makes sense. Of course she's completely lying to me about letting me sleep. She's never lied to me before... except for that one time when I was evil, but she had good reason to lie to me then, and technically speaking it was more Angel lying to me than Buffy. But Buffy never lied to me since we've been together. Why would she start now?

Joyce comes over and puts a plate of pancakes down in front of me.

"Thanks."

"No problem, how many would you like Buffy?"

Joyce goes back to the stove to make some more.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Thanks."

"Are you sure? I don't mind making a few for you if you want."

"No, thanks..."

Joyce and I look at each other with concern.

You know, I don't think I've seen her eat anything since she's been back.

"Have you even eaten anything since?"

The look she gives me makes me trail off uneasily.

"I'm fine okay? Stop worrying."

Stop worrying? I don't think that'll happen.

"Okay, sure..."

I can't keep letting her shut me up like this. It's not gonna get us anywhere.

"So... what are you girls up to today?"

Right, up to... people do things during the day, they have lives.

Buffy just stares at her orange juice some more.

"Oh, well... Buffy if you want we could, um... Spike told the gang he got wind of a vamp nest downtown. I was thinking maybe we could... make a house call or something."

"Sure, whatever..."

"Good, good, we can go after breakfast."

"But, it's the middle of the day?"

"Good for us, bad for them."

I look over at Buffy who rolls her eyes at me.

Aw come on, it's a classic joke.

"Oh I get it, sunlight is bad for a vampire's complexion."

"Yup, makes for easy slayage."

And Buffy and I can get back to what we do best. Well, one of the things we do best anyway.

I check my lack of pockets.

"Hey B? I left my weapons upstairs, and if you're gonna..."

She gets up and heads to the stairs.

"I'll get them, maybe a few for myself even."

"Thanks B."

She didn't even look at me when she went up.

I cut myself a piece of comfort pancake and chew on it.

"So how are things between you two?"

Between us?

"I honestly don't know."

I cut another piece and just stare at it for a few moments before setting my fork down.

"I... I tired to talk to her like you said. I tried to, you know, let her talk on her own terms and all that but... she was all dodgy and stuff. I even tried..."

I look at Joyce.

What I tried last night, probably not something I should talk to B's mom about.

"I tried to connect with her but... she shot me down. I just don't know what I did wrong. I get that she's going through something. I just... I want to know how I can help and she won't let me in. It's bugging the crap out of me."

"I know Faith but..."

"I have to give her time. Time to let her come to me to talk about what's wrong. I just can't stand letting things go with her. I love her so much."

She turns to me and smiles compassionately.

"And that's why you need to let her come to you. She loves you too and sooner or later she's gonna realize that she needs you to help her though it."

I let out a deep breath and pick up my fork again.

"I just hope it's sooner rather than later. I hate waiting."

Buffy walks in, weapons in hand, and I start eating again.

"Got the pointy woodens, let's book."

Uh, okay.

"No, wait. You're not going anywhere until you eat some breakfast."

"It's fine Mom, I can do without."

Joyce walks over and leads Buffy to sit beside me. She puts a plate down in front of Buffy.

"You need to eat something. I won't have you go out slaying on an empty stomach, now eat."

Buffy is about to protest but stops and starts eating.

Hmm, the direct approach seems to work for Joyce. Maybe I should try that later if the whole slayfest thing doesn't work out.

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