Prompt: 090 Home
Claim: Faith as a companion.
My Faith as a Doctor Who companion prompt table can be found here.
Buffy strolled through the Cleveland graveyard, whistling happily. Just another standard night on the Hellmouth – just ordinary vamps, demons and human weirdos out for a night in the local cemetery. No apocalypses on the horizon, nothing.
Her Slayer senses kicked in, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Something… someone familiar?
A blonde girl, looking like she was around 20 or so, stepped out into the moonlight, saw Buffy and squealed in excitement. “Buffy! It’s me! It’s Faith!”
Buffy approached the stranger cautiously. “Faith? Faith who?” she said, feeling a sudden pang of regret for her absent Slayer sister.
“Grow a brain, B” snapped the blonde, “Me! Faith! Though I’m willing to admit I’ve changed a bit.”
Those were definitely Faith’s favourite set of Slaying clothes for sure. Even if the leather trousers didn’t quite fit. “But you’re not Faith,” Buffy said, buying time to think. “Nothing like her.”
“Oh yeah?” snapped the blonde stranger. “Well, if I wasn’t Faith, would I know about that certain little mole down there,” she said, pointing down to near her crotch and smirking. “Slight side effect of that whole body swopping thing, which I’m still sorry about.”
Buffy’s jaw dropped. No-one knew about that apart from Angel and Spike (and that rat bastard Parker). She took another look at the blonde in front of her. “No…” she said slowly, “No way are you Faith – too short for one.”
‘Faith’ rolled her eyes. “Come on!” she exclaimed, “Didn’t Giles tell you where I’d gone off to? Or rather, who with?”
Buffy’s brow furrowed. “Some sort of alien who looked human and travelled thoughout the universe?”
“And can regenerate his whole body to a new form,” finished ‘Faith’, and shrugged.
Buffy stared at the girl before her. “Giles did say something about that. Are you saying...”
“Hey, it was as much of a surprise to me as anyone,” ‘Faith’ said and smirked. “Bet no-one had ever thought regeneration was an STD before. So when these Daleks blasted me, hella surprise.”
“STD?” repeated Buffy weakly.
“Sexually Transmitted Disease,” supplied ‘Faith’ helpfully.
“But… but… Slayer healing?” Buffy stammered.
“Guess outer space cooties won that battle – and hey, it’s a good thing for the body in the long run. Maybe the old Slayer powers liked the whole concept and adapted.”
‘Faith’ stepped forward, and linked her arm though Buffy’s. “Shall we go?”
“Wait… What? Go where?” said Buffy, looking around in panic.
“Back to the Doc’s blue box. Took some persuading but he’s agreed to sleep with you too. You did want to be able to come back from the dead yet again, right?”
And as Buffy spluttered and flailed around in panic, Faith somehow managed to resist laughing out loud. “Rose Tyler, you are a fucking brilliant actress,” she muttered from her hiding place and leant forward to watch the next stage of their little gag.
Buffy was gonna kill the two of them when this was all over, but fuck! So totally worth it.