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Liam/Faith - Loss

Faith chuckled; she’d seen that picture, with his glasses and naturally brown hair. “I think his glasses were cute,” She smiled, insisting against Liam’s ‘dweeb’ assessment. “Maybe,” She nodded, replying quietly. “But there are lots of perks about how he is now, too. You’d have to ask him.”

He scrunched up his face at his mom’s use of the word “cute,” but he nodded. “What makes him and Uncle Angel different? You know…from the other vampires?” Like the crazy women in the cemetery. “Is it you and Uncle Xander? Having people to love?”

Oh, that one was easy, she knew that one, at least. "Regular vampires don't have souls, but Daddy and Uncle Angel do." She answered, though she recalled being with Spike before he got his soul and having no qualms about it. But then again, Spike had never really been a regular vampire. "And I'm sure having you, and Uncle Xander, and me are all part of it, too."

Liam/Faith - Loss

“He’s kind of dead,” She admitted, taking her hand back, thinking how best to answer that. “Y’know ‘cus he doesn’t have to breathe, or have a heart beat. But he’s a vampire.” She finished lamely, aware that that didn’t explain anything really. Well, she really didn’t know jack about the science behind vamps or whatever - Wesley might be better at answering that one. “I dunno, it’s complicated, baby. Jeeves might know that one better than me.”

“Ok.” He was kind of glad his dad was dead…that meant there were less ways he could actually die die. “He showed me a picture…from when he was human. He looked like such a dweeb.” But he was grinning…he loved his father, no matter how crazy his hairdo was. “Do you think he misses it? Being alive?”

Faith chuckled; she'd seen that picture, with his glasses and naturally brown hair. "I think his glasses were cute," She smiled, insisting against Liam's 'dweeb' assessment. "Maybe," She nodded, replying quietly. "But there are lots of perks about how he is now, too. You'd have to ask him."

Liam/Faith - Loss

Liam nodded, happy his mom was there. “You’ll always come back, right?” he asked, looking up at her. “When you go out…you’ll come back?”

“Pinky swear,” Faith answered without hesitating, holding her pinky in front of him for him to shake with. She had too much to lose to get sloppy on a run and endanger herself, and she didn’t think for a second that there’d be a time that she wouldn’t make it home to him.

Locking his pinkie with hers and shaking on it, he smiled. He knew she couldn’t promise that. Death was weird like that…unpredictable. It liked to hurt people. But for now she was there, and that was more than enough. “Is Daddy dead?” he asked, curious. “Because vampires are dead, right? But he’s not dead dead. How is that different?”

"He's kind of dead," She admitted, taking her hand back, thinking how best to answer that. "Y'know 'cus he doesn't have to breathe, or have a heart beat. But he's a vampire." She finished lamely, aware that that didn't explain anything really. Well, she really didn't know jack about the science behind vamps or whatever - Wesley might be better at answering that one. "I dunno, it's complicated, baby. Jeeves might know that one better than me."

Liam/Faith - Loss

She really had no frickin’ idea how to go about getting electricity for the camp. But if Liam wanted to do it, she knew she’d hop on one foot through mud if she had to. Kid had that affect on people. And she couldn’t help but smile that he’d requested cupcakes for Tara. “She’ll love them,” Faith assured him, “And I dunno much about getting electricity, but we’ll figure it out, okay? I promise.”

Liam nodded, happy his mom was there. “You’ll always come back, right?” he asked, looking up at her. “When you go out…you’ll come back?”

"Pinky swear," Faith answered without hesitating, holding her pinky in front of him for him to shake with. She had too much to lose to get sloppy on a run and endanger herself, and she didn't think for a second that there'd be a time that she wouldn't make it home to him.

Liam/Faith - Loss

She nodded, confirming his question. If anyone could get through those pearly gates, it would be Fred. Her heart broke at his sniffle, and she pulled him into her lap, rocking gently. “Well, what were you two working on? Maybe we could do something, to honor her memory. Do you think we could?”

“We were giving everyone electricity. Do you know how to generate electricity? Because I don’t. I turn on a switch, and it’s there.” He wiped his nose. “And I don’t have any other ideas. I made Jeeves get cupcakes for Tara, but that’s all I’ve got.”

She really had no frickin' idea how to go about getting electricity for the camp. But if Liam wanted to do it, she knew she'd hop on one foot through mud if she had to. Kid had that affect on people. And she couldn't help but smile that he'd requested cupcakes for Tara. "She'll love them," Faith assured him, "And I dunno much about getting electricity, but we'll figure it out, okay? I promise."

Liam/Faith - Loss

“Heaven?” he piped up, looking over at his mother. He hoped Aunt Fred was in Heaven. He was pretty sure there weren’t zombies there, and everything he’d ever heard about it talked about nice things. No pain, no heartbreak, no anything. Bad feelings didn’t exist…and the thought of all of her stress and worry being taken away made not having her around easier to deal with. “We were working on something,” he said quietly. “We were gonna make the camp better. But I can’t do it without her.” He sniffled then, fighting back tears.  “And I feel like, if I don’t do something we planned, I’m letting her down.”

She nodded, confirming his question. If anyone could get through those pearly gates, it would be Fred. Her heart broke at his sniffle, and she pulled him into her lap, rocking gently. "Well, what were you two working on? Maybe we could do something, to honor her memory. Do you think we could?"

Liam/Faith - Loss

“Thinking about stuff,” he replied, turning the notebook over in his hands. “Mommy…why didn’t Aunt Fred come back?” He’d never experienced loss before. The only death he’d ever known’d been his, and it’d literally felt like he’d come right back. He knew that’s not how death normally worked, but he didn’t know why.

Tara/Faith - Lovesick

Spike/Faith - How Spaith Got Their Groove Back

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Spike/Faith - How Spaith Got Their Groove Back

He was such a sodding nancy…but right then, it was all worth it. The world had gone to shite, and he’d do whatever he had to to make carryin’ on seem worthwhile. “I love you too.” Standing there for a few moments, clinging to the last bit of happiness either o’ them’d probably get for a long while (possibly ever, if the walkers had their way), he finally pulled away, clearing his throat, putting on a show of being all masculine and cocky. “Right. So…that’s that, then.” He was grateful it was cold, because they’d just spent the last few minutes pressing their naked bodies together, and if they had any hope of getting back to camp in the next hour or two, he had to keep his manly bits in order.

Faith had to bite back a little, knowing smile as he pulled away gruffly. She knew him too well, and knew he was trying to distance himself from their (admittedly super mushy) mush, and get them home before the sun came up. A little shiver ran through her as the shelter his body had offered left, and she became doubly aware of how cold it was to her exposed body. "We should probably head back," She said regretfully, half turning towards their little unceremonious pile of clothes. "All the other couples'll be jealous we managed to sneak off for so long."

Spike/Faith - How Spaith Got Their Groove Back

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Spike/Faith - How Spaith Got Their Groove Back

He raised a surprised eyebrow. “Right…s’that it, then? Righteous Brothers?” Talk ‘bout bein’ unpredictable…no one’d reckon that particular dittyy for the pair o’ them. But maybe that’s why it worked…never ones for doin’ the obvious, Faith n’ him.

"Yeah, that one," She nodded, and smiled. She could imagine it perfectly. Both of them freaking out over whether or not they could even dance, all their friends there. It'd be outside, under the stars. Liam would come and dance with them. "I wish we could do that, really, one day."

Faith/Tara - Early Mornings

"R-right." Tara sunk back into the wicker chair, realizing her chances her slim to none arguing with Faith. "Watching, hunting, and fetching..." Basically, things Tara couldn't do. More like not 'allowed' to do. She was the go-to gal for magic, not scavenging. "...and working," she added absentmindedly, thinking about Fred being cooped up in their bedroom day in and day out. "-on a cure, that is."

"How's that comin', by the way?" Faith piped up as Tara mentioned the elusive cure. "I mean, Fred's still, like, eating and stuff, right? 'Cus I never see her come down." She looked at Tara with a tinge of concern in her voice. The cure was important, yes. But it wasn't like they weren't managing without it.