Who: Faith and Spike What: Faith is coping the way Faith copes Where: The prison When: Tonight Warnings: Faith's in a dark mood
Faith couldn't seem to warm up. The cold feeling that had crept in right around the time Cristina announced that C's leg was going to have to come off hadn't left her. She tried to close her eyes, to make it go away but she could see it happening underneath her eyelids. And it wasn't just the sounds Colleen made when Dr. Yang amputated her leg but it was the sight of Dom laying there, hand outstretched, dead eyes staring at the sky and impaled with a stake. She saw Buffy's cold pale skin. The golden girl was tan thanks to being a blonde in southern California but not anymore. Now she was dead.
After the drama of two nights before with Zoey and Stefan, Faith had been trying to recover and this had thrown her completely off balance. Colleen had been innocent, somehow she had managed to hold onto that despite being a slayer, despite living in an apocalypse, despite being surrounded by death. Faith wondered if that same spirit would remain in the tiny slayer once she woke up and realized what had happened to her leg. Because truthfully Faith would have rather died. If it had been her, if her leg had to come off, Faith would rather die. She'd rather be dead than try to cope in an apocalypse without being whole.
She slammed her fist into the concrete of her cell wall and stood there for a moment, dark hair falling down on either side of her face and hiding her dark expression from anyone who passed by. She just stood there for a moment wanting to do more damage to the concrete wanted to unleash on it the way she had in Wesley's shower after Angelus and The Beast had pulverized her. But the rage seemed to pass as quickly as it had come. Another soldier down. Or did C have the ability to bounce back from this? Faith had no idea.
Finally she lifted her head up and grabbed the bottle of whiskey near her bunk. She uncapped it, glad that Emily wasn't around. She didn't need to see The Slayer like this, all drunk and sad. Emily liked strong women and Faith usually held up pretty well but anyone could only bend until they broke. She tilted her head back again and took another long swig, really long. She didn't stop until she had to breathe. That was the spirit. Now the world was nice and numb and she collapsed onto her bunk and lit a cigarette.
"Are you just gonna stand there or you gonna have a drink with me?" Faith asked. She didn't need to look at the vampire standing in the hallway to know that he was there.