|Oliver Pike (notafishie) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-04-01 15:22:00
|faith lehane, pike
Who: Pike and Faith
What: Fight’s over. Pike has his mind back. They need to talk.
When: Last night, after the fight, before anybody got all Musical Chairs With Fleshy Bits.
Where: Their motel room.
Rating: PG-13, maybe?
Things had been sort of quiet since the fight. Faith had seemed skittish, which Pike supposed was understandable. He’d promptly lost his mind after getting it back. How many had he slain? He could remember the three he’d taken down in the first minute or so of being sane, but after that they all sort of blended together. At least six, he thought, if not more. He still had the sword he’d taken off the first demon he’d slain, because by his rules of combat the sword was his now. He never really had any problem taking a good weapon off a dead enemy. Maybe that was morbid, or maybe he’d played one too many RPGs. Whatever, it was better than buying weapons, although he did still plan on buying a set of butterfly swords.
Of course, right now, his thoughts were mostly on Faith. Even after being batshit crazy, and then rage-out crazy, Pike’s first thoughts were for other people. Faith was foremost in them, but he also wanted to talk to Buffy. He remembered her apologizing to him in that post he’d made, despite it pretty clearly not being her fault. But for now, there was something he needed to talk to Faith about. He hadn’t done it right there after the battle, or on the way back, because it wasn’t something he thought Faith would want other people seeing, but it needed to be done all the same.
Pike tiredly unlocked the motel room door and held it open, giving Faith a tired smile and gesturing for her to go on ahead first. He’d gotten the idea that she liked the chivalry back when they went to Five Guys, so he’d kept it up. Once she was in, he followed behind her and closed the door behind them. And almost immediately reached out and gently laid his hand on her arm. “Hey,” he said softly, nodding towards the bed. “Sit down for a sec? We need to talk.” His tone was gentle, and while it was clear it was important to him, he wasn’t being pushy. But he was hoping she’d sit down, at least for a second.