Who: Faith and Buffy What: Post Angelus crap Why: Cuz Faith is 'unstable' When: Now Warnings: You never know, so be careful
Everyone left and I took my shower. I stood in there for the longest time just starin' at myself in the mirror, wonderin' if I did the right thing by putting him in that cage. Should I have just staked him? He deserved it. He hurt Emily and he hurt my girls. My girls. I should be out lookin' for them right now but Lucy did tell me that her and Tyler were gonna go look for them. Maybe I should check in on them, see how it was going. Maybe I was just being one of those paranoid Moms who drive their kids crazy. Fuck if I know, I never had kids before.
"Yeah?" A knock on the door jerked me from my thoughts and I heard B's voice through the door tellin' me everyone was gone. I nodded silently and pulled a brush through my hair before pullin' the door open to see B standing there. My eyes fell on the cage and Angelus stood there grinnin' at the both of us like we were candied apples. I felt that rage well up in me and I just wanted to make it go away.
I could hear B talkin' to me but I didn't understand anything she was saying. I moved past her and out of the room just so I could breathe. I found myself in the kitchen diggin' through the liquor cabinet for the whiskey. My hands were shaking as I poured myself a drink. I downed it and was onto pouring the second when my eyes fell on Emily's door. Things were so fucked up right now and for the millionth time I wished I were back in prison. Wished I'd never taken Wes up on the deal, never pumped myself full of Orpheus and wound up here.
"You ever wonder if what we do really matters, B?" I asked her as I downed my second drink and steadied my hands on the counter. I looked up at her and waited for her answer. B always had the right answer, she was always right. Always doin' the right thing and making the world a better place while I fucked it up.