The sound of her name put Faith completely on guard. She shifted from casually relaxed to dangerously alert in less time than it took to blink eyes. She felt her shoulders tense, the Slayer Power stirring and rising a bit, sniffing the air for blood and danger.
Her gaze narrowed and slid to the source of the voice, taking in the unsure blonde with the cool study of a predator. Long blonde hair, usnure and shy and vaguely familiar, although Faith was hard pressed to remember how or why . . .
"This is Tara."
"So Willow's not driving stick anymore."
"Spit it out already."
Faith blinked, the Slayer Predator slipping back into its cage, leaving Faith empty and vulnerable in front of a group of strangers. She quashed the vulnerability as soon as it appeared, cool mask of aloofness and control sliding in place even as her mind whirled.
(Not my best moment, not me, not her, not anymore.)
"Willow's girl," Faith said with a smile, not the threatening, salacious smile that made some of the toughest mothers in lockup back away from her, but with her friendly smile, the one she'd used from time to time in Sunnyhell before her world and hatred had twisted it all around.
Recognition brought both hope and worry. If Willow's girl was here, then maybe Red was as well. Red and B and G-Man, and as much as her heart skipped because that would mean rescue, it clenched because it would mean facing her past and she wasn't sure she could do that yet.
"It's easy on the inside," Angel reminded her more than once.
The pounding of her heart in her ears and the desperate war she waged against the urge to flee spoke the truth of that assessment.
"Yo, Tara, 'sup? The rest of the Scoobies here too?"
Faith wasn't sure what she wanted the answer to be.
Worse yet, she was already wondering how and why the fuck they would be here in the Backass End of the Middle of Fucking Nowhere, Pacific Ocean.
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[Faith] Game On (tag Tara, transceiver team)
Date: 2006-04-13 11:15 pm (UTC)Her gaze narrowed and slid to the source of the voice, taking in the unsure blonde with the cool study of a predator. Long blonde hair, usnure and shy and vaguely familiar, although Faith was hard pressed to remember how or why . . .
"This is Tara."
"So Willow's not driving stick anymore."
"Spit it out already."
Faith blinked, the Slayer Predator slipping back into its cage, leaving Faith empty and vulnerable in front of a group of strangers. She quashed the vulnerability as soon as it appeared, cool mask of aloofness and control sliding in place even as her mind whirled.
(Not my best moment, not me, not her, not anymore.)
"Willow's girl," Faith said with a smile, not the threatening, salacious smile that made some of the toughest mothers in lockup back away from her, but with her friendly smile, the one she'd used from time to time in Sunnyhell before her world and hatred had twisted it all around.
Recognition brought both hope and worry. If Willow's girl was here, then maybe Red was as well. Red and B and G-Man, and as much as her heart skipped because that would mean rescue, it clenched because it would mean facing her past and she wasn't sure she could do that yet.
"It's easy on the inside," Angel reminded her more than once.
The pounding of her heart in her ears and the desperate war she waged against the urge to flee spoke the truth of that assessment.
"Yo, Tara, 'sup? The rest of the Scoobies here too?"
Faith wasn't sure what she wanted the answer to be.
Worse yet, she was already wondering how and why the fuck they would be here in the Backass End of the Middle of Fucking Nowhere, Pacific Ocean.