Five Faith fics

[dragonyphoenix]

1: rowan’s The Twelfth Slayer - ooh, so dark! Evil Council is evil.

Excerpt: 

"Then why not have done with it now, and eliminate Faith as soon as possible?" someone called out brashly, and once again a murmur of approval ran through the boardroom.

"Because, gentleman," he replied, his voice now tinged with a hint of acid, "why should we simply settle for another Kendra? Why should we settle for just one, when we could have a dozen? When we could have a hundred?"

For a moment there was silence - but he did not have to wait long for a response. Sure enough, one of his colleagues soon surged heavily to his feet and thumped a fist upon the solid oak table. "Surgeon-General, explain yourself immediately!"

The Surgeon-General of the Watcher's Council smiled brilliantly, the white bone of his teeth reflecting in the dim light, and knew that he had already won. "Of course, Secretary-General. Of course." He cleared his throat. "Let me begin with the concept of defibrillation..."

2: Booster’s Sleeper - Xander/Faith: There was an author who said “If I could tell the story better than the story itself, that would be a terrible thing.” That’s how I feel about this story. It’s amazing. Nothing is as it seems. Go. Read.

Excerpt: 

Faith's not there when he gets back.

He's not surprised, just… disappointed in a way.

In so many ways, Faith reminds him of a wild cat that's been partially house trained, capable of swinging from a tame kitten eagerly exploring her new place, to ripping someone's head off, and right back to a kitten again. He doesn't ask about her work with the Slayers, and she doesn't ask about his bosses. It's a fragile thing between them, which came about through a thousand tiny cuts and bumps in the normal ebb and flow of conversation.

But there are times when he wants to know so badly.

How the rest are.

But he can't get the words out.

3: PSUbrat’s Some Rain Must Fall - The writing is fab. Wesley, an ex-priest and now a detective in 1928 Chicago, comes to the aid of a young woman in distress only it turns out she doesn’t need his help. Unfinished and likely to remain so.

Excerpt: 
Wesley walked over to the woman who was now struggling to stand up. “Here, let me help you…”

“Get your hands off me, asshole,” she bellowed, shaking his hand off her shoulder while she tried to smooth her wet, matted hair.

“Pardon me?” Wesley asked in shock, more at her attitude than at her crass words.

“Just who do you think you are, huh? I had the whole situation under control,” she raged, poking his chest with her forefinger. “Shit. Now I’m gonna have to wait for him again tomorrow night.”

Wesley took a couple of steps back at her boldness and felt his back hit the wall. So much for helping the damsel in distress.

“What’s the matter, English?” she asked, sauntering up to him, hips swaying dramatically. “Afraid I might soil your upstanding reputation?” She laughed as she grabbed his coat lapels and gave him a good shake.

“No, I just thought I was…” He stopped when she frowned, her eyes widening. Suddenly she reached out and grabbed his hat, leaving his head and face exposed to the rain that now ran freely into his eyes and down his cheeks.

“Father Wesley?” she asked incredulously. “Is that you?”


4: Jane Davitt’s Secretary - strongly influenced by the movie of the same name and definitely not work-safe.

Excerpt: 

“Office hours are eight-thirty to five, with an hour for lunch. I expect you to be punctual. I will not tolerate lateness. I also expect you to wear suitable office attire.”

They look at her ruined beyond repair interview outfit.

“You giving me the job then?”

“Yes, and I can only hope that you haven't had time to learn any bad habits. I'll see you tomorrow, Faith.”

It's kind of an anticlimax. She was ready to do typing tests and pledge allegiance to paralegal training but he's already bent his head to look at the top sheet of a pile of papers on his desk. She's been dismissed.

“Okay. Well, thanks. I'll be in tomorrow and thanks again for the opportunity, man. I...”

His eyes are burning into her, his lips a thin tight line. “Are you still here?”
 

5:DragonyPhoenix's On This Side of Goodbye - My own look at bringing Giles back from the dead.

Excerpt:
The room, red and gold everywhere, looked like someone’s virgin kid was about to be debauched. For all that Big Al had ranted on about intentions being a heavy-duty deal for the ritual, the room he’d dumped them in wasn’t raising anything pure in Faith’s thoughts. Taking one look at the overly-stuffed velvet chairs, she decided to stand. Angel was sitting. Of course Angel was sitting. He’d been practically shitting guilt ever since he, or Twilight using his body, had killed Giles. Faith was sort of surprised he hadn’t found a bed of nails to lie on.

Comments

[beer_good_foamy]

The Twelfth Sister still haunts my dreams years after reading it for the first time. Utterly brilliant fic. I'll have to check the others too,thanks!

[frogfarm]

Likewise, to the point where I consider it [my] fanon. One hell of an idea and brutally well done. Dark Slayer is Best Slayer.

[dragonyphoenix]

It really is an excellent story!

[dragonyphoenix]

Yeah, that story is so impressively creepy.

[yourlibrarian]

Good stuff here, and you know how to bait the hook :)

[dragonyphoenix]

Thank you. I feel like I never know what to say about the stories!

[thenewbuzwuzz]

Oh, yay! A couple of these, I *definitely* want to try. Thank you. :))

[dragonyphoenix]

Yay!