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Faith Drabbles For open_on_sunday 09/05/04 - #4-11

Faith drabbles - an experiment. Not really sure if I'm happy with the way they turned out. Let me know what you guys think, please.

Cross posted to open_on_sunday and my regular journal.

BtVS – Season 5 – The Gift – 8 Individual POV’s on faith


I ‘ll do what must be done. I’ll do what my Slayer cannot. Her hatred of me will be my reward for saving this bloody planet yet again. I can live with that – to see her safe. That’s what I’m here for. To make the harsh decisions. I’ve trained for this my entire life and now the Council’s faith comes to fruition.

The needs of the many always outweigh the needs of the few, or the one. Buffy will learn, should she survive. She’s so young… they’re all so young. Ripping away the last of their innocence might kill me.


Just like that - **Poof** - no barrier. I can’t believe she’s letting’ me back in. Wouldn’t happen unless the world was ending. Oh wait… it is the end of the world. S’all right. Out of all her friends, she chose me to stand with her. By her side.

She loves the little bit. Can’t help but love your own blood. Won’t admit she loves me, but has faith that I love her… and the bit. Or that I’ll take care of the girl because I love her.

It’s not perfect, or pretty… but it’s what she offers, and that’s…


I can’t believe this. I’m in the battle of my life… for everyone’s lives, and Giles expects me to kill my sister? It doesn’t matter how she came to me. Or that she wasn’t really human from the beginning. She is human now, and I remember each and every one of her fourteen years.

One look at my friends and I can see they would kill Dawn in a pinch to save the world. Damned humans. The only one I have faith in to protect her is a lovesick vampire. I’m not above using that. He’ll do it for me.


Why didn’t the monks make me invincible, or a brick, or something that isn’t so readily hurt? A little girl is so easy to tear apart. Getting shoved and pulled between Ben and Glory in stupid, soft ballet shoes. Oh God, it hurts so much.

Please, Buffy. Please find me before it’s too late. I know you’re looking for me. I just hope you’ll find me in one whole piece. I’m so afraid, Buffy.

I know you promised Mom you’d take care of me. I believe in you. I’m afraid of heights and the ropes hurt my wrists. Please… hurry!


Small and quiet. Mice scurry to and fro. Never seen, don’t want to be seen. Can’t be seen. Can’t see. Lost. So lost. So alone. Alone and afraid, counting mice.

She’ll find me. If I’m quiet and still she’ll see me hiding from all the spiders and their sticky webs that try and trap me here in the dark.

Don’t leave me here with the hoppy toads. Sharp nails that shred you to ribbons and leave trails of blood and skin. Follow the trails and find me being quiet and small. I’ll wait for you. You always come for me.


I can do this, I know I can. The others think I’m such a screw-up, just ‘cause I’ve messed up a couple of spells, but we’re talking about my baby’s sanity here. I mean, sure Glory’s a God, and she’s wiped up the floor with Buffy before. But I had her dead to rights for a bit. I only need her off balance for a couple of seconds, and then Tara will be back to normal.

Goddess, please let this work. Let them see I can be more than just a computer geek. First Tara, then Dawn. Here she comes.


The nerve of Captain Peroxide. Calling me a glorified bricklayer. I’ve been fighting vamps since… since… well, for five years anyway, and he can’t step on a human’s toes without getting a headache. Mr. Toughguy. Stupid fangless.

I know I don’t have superpowers, or Slayer strength. But I’m stubborn. And I know that the world won’t go to hell if I can help it.

And I can. I’ve got balls. One big mother of a steel ball, and it’ll take out anything that moves. Come on, you hellbitch. One small strike for Xander… one big strike for the white hats.

Anya -

Why didn’t leave when I had the chance? Stupid humans, taking on a hellgod and expecting to survive. I haven’t gotten to be over eleven hundred years old by sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong. First smell of danger and it’s out of there for this girl, yesiree!

If you toy with danger, you get what you deserve. Not gonna put myself in danger for some puny human.

Self preservation should be uppermost on everybody’s mind. Spike’s a mess, the Bot’s gone, Tara’s nutty as a fruitcake, and… Xander! Falling bricks! Gotta save him… get him away from...
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