FF: Its my birthday

["honoured fool" <honouredfool@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Hi all,

Its my birthday today and I thought I'd give the list a present. These are 
a couple of C/F fics I wrote for cordyhasfaith that I thought you guys might 
like.

Title: The View
Disclaimer: Sing along with me now...Joss owns all the BtVs and Angel
characters and such. I own a big heap of nothing and a cow. Actually I 
don't own a cow but I wish I did.
Feedback: Cause I'm an addict its cool I feel alive...
Archive: The ml archive...anyone else who wants it. its just a pithy little 
tidbit though.

Sometimes I come in to the office late and no one knows where she is. 
The first time that happened I got really scared, I remembered what she said 
to me that time she was delirious. "I wish I was dead. I wish you weren't 
burdened with me." I hate that. I wish I could make her unsay that, erase 
it from both our memories, and the sentiment it was born out of.
Another time I came home and she was in the bathtub, soaking herself. 
She tried to hide it but I could see the handle of the knife sticking out 
from under her towel. I didn't say anything though, I wish I had.
She goes up on to the roof a lot, at the office, at the apartment. 
One time I got a call from kate, Faith had climbed up to the peak of Police 
Headquarters, everyone thought she was going to go over the edge. I didn't 
go down though, I thought she was just doing it to see if I loved her. I 
didn't want to indulge her. Kate thought I was being, what was the word she 
used again? Callous, that's it callous, about Faith's fragility. I told her 
she was being too sensitive. I asked Faith when she came back what the hell 
she had been doing up there. She said she liked the view. I yelled at her, 
then I felt bad.
Usually when this sort of shit happens she's really, you know, 
passionate in bed that night. She wasn't that time though. Or the next.
Tonight I was late and I had a really bad feeling when I got to work, 
not a vision or anything, just a bad feeling. Angel and Wes don't know 
where she is. I'm going up to the roof to find her. I hope the view up 
there is really nice, cause if it isn't she might not have stayed.

*Hello?*
*Goodbye*


Title: Nailing Patsy.
Disclaimer: Joss owns the ANgel and Buffy crews, I own, well, nevermind what 
I own 'cause I don't want to go to jail.
Feedback: Like the lady said "My name is Femvamp and I'm a feedback
addict." Except my name is Femvamp, I just think she's really cool. But 
the sentiment's there.
Archive: You want it, eat it. And pass the salt.
Note: This will never be beta'd. I've never written the pre-coma Faith 
before and I thought that since she was a violent psychotic and I feel like 
a violent psychotic this morning, I'd have a go.

Faith was intensely bored. Intenseley. She wanted to hit something, to 
kill something or failing that to rail the hell out of someone. A
particular someone in fact. She had already had one third of the only three 
people she wanted in Sunnydale and he had been, um, less than impressive. 
Since she was saving one third, the best third asn fas as she was concerned, 
for last that left only one Cordelia Chase, the middle third.
Hey shit bag. Tell the big guy I went to get something to eat.
You got it Slayer.
Faith hated the people, demons, that she worked with. They were boring, all 
the time it was Ascension this, Ascension that. She wanted to play 
mini-golf and they wanted to do some innane and stupid Ascension chore that 
they thought would earn them the notice of His Worship the Lord Mayor of 
Hell. After that one girl vamp had turned her down they all learned their 
lesson pretty quick. Now if she was Cordelia Chase on a Tuesday night where 
would she be...Well one place she wouldn't have thought of was locking up 
that dress store across the street.
Hey Cordelia. They give you your own key to shop with? Spending too much 
time trying on panties?
Faith! Faith noted with some amusement the little tremble of fear in
Cordelia's voice. Not that its any of your business but I have a job here 
now.
What happened? You stop being daddy's little girl? You stop putting out 
for the old man? He cut you off eh?
He went to jail. Hadn't paid his taxes in a few years. Faith slithered up 
to Cordelia as the cheerleader kept talking. So I had to get a job. You 
want to laugh about it?
Nah, I want to fuck you. I killed this guy tonight, some professor or 
something. And you know what I always say about Slaying...Faith trailed 
off, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Um, ew. I don't think so. You are so totally not my type. Faith watched 
Cordelia's eyes as she realized the Slayer had pinned her against the window 
of the store.
Cordelia, that wasn't a request. Now just to make things sporting I'll let 
you have a little bit of a head start, how's that? Cordelia didn't answer. 
Faith could actually smell the fear on her, fear and...could that be 
arousal? Come on, run. Faith instructed her victim as she moved away from 
her, allowing space to get away from the store. RUN! Cordelia ran. Faith 
watched her go, the sleek curves of her body doing all kinds of bouncing and 
weaving as she fled in terror. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be fun.


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