Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee

A Real Community Service

Title: A Real Community Service
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Faith, OMC, Xander
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: fffc r18.12: Quirk
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,125
Date Written: 16 June 2018
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.

Faith had never been one who could be accused of wasting time. Tonight was no different as she slapped the guy with whom she’d come outside up against the wall behind the Bronze. “I could’ve handled my own against her, you know.”

“Oh, really?” Faith’s eyebrows rose slightly. She smirked. Leave it to the dimwit she was rescuing to think he could have handled the Vamp from whom she’d just snagged him.

“Oh, yeah. I’m used to quirky chicks.”

“Really?” Faith asked again, her voice levelling out. “And just what kind of quirks do you think she has?”

“Well, she’s clearly got a thing for the undead. Zombies, Vampires. They’re all pretty fashionable with the chicks who think they can’t get love. But let’s not talk about yesterday’s news. Let’s talk about you.”


He grinned down at her. “I bet you like it rough.”

“Good call,” she said, pushing him against the wall again.

His hands came down on her shoulders. “Ooh, beautiful and muscular! Just the way I like ‘em!”

“The better to kick ass with, darling,” Faith joked, flashing him a wide grin. Her night was quickly getting better and better.

“I bet. And I bet you like to get your ass kicked, too, don’t you?” His voice dropped to a low and husky tone that she knew he thought was sexy. “I bet you like having your hair pulled?” His dirty fingers ran up into her long, dark locks.

“You know,” Faith taunted, “I should just let the bitch eat you.”

“We could eat each other.” He grinned at her as he heard footsteps quickly approaching them.

Sloppy, Faith thought.

“I’m game for a threesome.”

She grinned at him. “I bet you are,” she said, “but I bet, too -- “ She shrugged his hands off of her, ducked his attempt to reembrace her, spun around, and kicked the booted feet out from underneath the Vampiress who’d been following them. As the Vamp fell, Faith dove her stake home, smoothly dusting her ass. Wiping her hands clean and sticking her stake back underneath her leather jacket, Faith turned back to her impromptu date. “You were saying?” she asked, smirking when she saw how pale his face had turned.

“I -- I -- I -- I -- Did that chick -- “ he stammered, still unable to form a coherent thought.

“Did she just go poof?” Faith asked. “Did she just grow fangs, and was she about to literally eat your wanna-be-stud ass? That’s a yes on all three.” She smirked up at him but was unprepared for what happened next.

The guy slumped backwards, his eyes rolling back up into his head. She moved fast to catch him, cussing as she did so. “Damn.”

“Hard save?”

She looked up in surprise as Xander came seemingly out of nowhere to lift the unconscious guy off of her. “Not at all,” she said, shaking her head. She let him shoulder the victim. “You know, Harris,” she continued, still shaking her head as she looked around the alley. “I never really thought about it before, but I have to hand it to you.”

“What do you have to hand me other than this sack of potatoes?” he asked, jostling the guy into a better position.

“That dork just fainted,” Faith said matter-of-factly. “He took one look at the Vampire who was after him after telling me how he could handle us both and everything and just plain dropped out. I’m used to ‘em screaming and running, fleeing for their lives, and all. But fainting? Can’t say I’ve ever had a guy do that to me before.”

She looked at him underneath the neon lights. “But you never fainted, did you? Even back at the beginning, before you knew what Buffy is, before you knew Vampires were real. The first time you saw a Vampire -- “

“I screamed like a girl and wet my pants,” he admitted, grinning at the memory.

“But you’re man enough to admit it. And you didn’t faint.”

“Didn’t run away either,” Xander admitted. “It would’ve been the smart thing to do, but my friends were in trouble.”

She eyed him. “And you haven’t ran since.”

“Nope.” He opened the Bronze’s back door and slung his extra weight off just inside the club. Straightening, he looked back up at her. “Maybe it would’ve been the smart thing to do, but I haven’t.”

She clapped his back. “I have to hand it to you,” she said earnestly. “You’re more man than most.” But then she started to swagger off.

“Hey! I thought we were getting somewhere here!”

“We did. You earned a little appreciation.” She smirked as she called warningly back to him, “Don’t blow it.”

“I was just thinking, you know. You’re dateless; I’m dateless.”

“I’m dateless only ‘cause I choose to run that way,” she called back over her leather clad shoulder. “You’re more man than most, Harris, but you’re still not that much of a man. I told you: I don’t do second rides.”

Xander sighed and looked back down at the unconscious guy, who he vaguely recognized from school. “Well, it was worth a shot, wasn’t it? She’s more than enough woman for both of us.” He stepped away, letting the door sling shut behind him. Maybe he shouldn’t have admitted that he’d wet himself, but somehow, he had a feeling even that would not have worked to get him back into Faith’s arms for another passionate night. He sighed again as he began to trudge homeward. A guy could dream, but he was tired of having all these dreams of the Slayers and nothing more to show for it.

He jumped as something hissed next to him. Before he could react and pull his own stake, Faith was there, staking another Vampire for the night. “Go home, Harris,” she snarled, “before you get yourself killed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He hurried his step.

She called tauntingly after him. “Didn’t wet yourself tonight, did you?”

He blushed. Yeah, he definitely shouldn’t have been so honest with the harder of the two Slayers. Still, it was with triumphant that he called back, “No!”

Faith chuckled, but though she let him walk away and think he was on his own, she kept an eye on him as he made it safely home. He was more than most men. He was one of the few good ones left, and with so few good left, the women who wanted them couldn’t afford to lose any more. Now that, she thought, smirking to herself as she watched him go into Willow’s home instead of his own, is a real community service. Shaking her dark head, she flipped her stake around in her hand and dusted yet another Vamp.

The End
Tags: btvs: faith, btvs: xander
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