Faith knew that as she dragged her feet reluctantly from her room to the kitchen. As she made her way down the hall she passed the room Peter had stayed in before he had left to live in the Labyrinth. For a moment she paused, glaring at the wood almost angrily.
Why did you even put me in this position? She directed her thoughts at the door, as though that could suddenly channel Peter's mind back to her, give her the answers she needed. I am so not cut out for this.
It would have been almost easy to blame Peter for all of this. Blame him for putting her in charge, blame him for leaving. Or maybe it was all the fault of the Powers, for playing with them all like they were goddamn toys.
There were so many reasons why she just did not want to go into that kitchen.
Her fingers went to the fang she wore around her neck, a gift from Peter all those months ago. When he had told her that she was the one he wanted for this job. But that had been then and this was now, with an older Buffy in town and the Champions being the two ex boyfriends who still loved her. Really, Faith wasn't sure why they were even having this conversation, not when she was on tenterhooks waiting for them to replace her anyway.
It took her longer than she liked to admit to get the courage together to even step through the door, glancing to see Buffy already there, sitting on the counter.
"Coffee?"
As greetings went it was lame. She knew that. Pretty well. But it was an offer, an opening that would hopefully be taken well. And she needed some caffeine herself.