“What?” He asked, as if reading her expression. Faith did a double-take, looking at her 'Watcher' to make sure he really was wearing the same stiff suit and tie as always. Though, given that you're an American, you probably wouldn't know any better.” He murmured that last sentence, as if thinking it aloud. “Actually, I was more staring in askance at your particular choice of alcoholic beverage. That has got to be one big stick up his ass. “What, you've got a problem with me drinking beer?” And he was still standing all stiffly. “Because I gotta say, not interested if that's the case.” Wesley looked at the bottle of Budweiser in her hand, raising an eyebrow in disapproval. Snagging a bottle of beer, she popped the cap off and closed the refrigerator door with her foot. Like everything else in her apartment that wasn't broken, torn or ripped, the fridge was a little dented after.that night, and the morning after it. Why are you here? Slayer-Watcher bonding time?” Faith turned away from him and walked towards the fridge. Geez, does the guy ever have a thought all his own? Or just what he reads in his books? Thank God Giles wasn't this bad – from what Buffy said, he did used to be stuffier and all that shit, but never this bad. “A Watcher must be prepared to match his Slayer's sleep cycle if need be.” He sounded like he was quoting something or someone. “Isn't it past your bedtime?” Wesley looked at her in what he probably thought was a stern manner. A good slayer is a cautious slayer.” Faith rolled her eyes at how over the top he was sounding. “As you can see, I am not a vampire, though I commend your caution. Constant vigilance.” Wesley stepped across the threshold of her apartment without any apparent difficulty. Wonder if he's smart enough to get what I meant. “Can I come in?” “I don't know, can you?” He didn't come off as a vampire, not according to the fancy 'magic' Slayer senses – but well, couldn't those be wrong? Faith stepped aside a bit to let him come in, if he could. “I thought you'd be awake still.” He said. “What do you want, Watcher-boy?” Faith asked, tone as blunt as her words. Why is he adjusting that stupid tie of his? Faith shook her head and unhooked the chain on the door, opening it. She'd considered dropping by Amy's place but, well, her friend would be asleep at this point. Getting attacked by so many vamps at once, and then almost having your arm broken by one like Trick – not fun stuff. She was still amped and awake from the fight, couldn't sleep. And it wasn't as if she had anything else to do right now. Still, she didn't want a lecture from Giles about being too uncooperative with the guy. The less she had to do with Wussley, the better. Which, for Faith's money, was all the better. Princess Margaret? What the hell is he doing here? Her supposed Watcher had been pretty scarce ever since he'd first arrived, only hanging around the library, so she only ran into him when she was there too. One-fifteen in the morning? Grabbing a stake and holding on the inside of her arm, point up, Faith looked through the peep-hole in the door. And she couldn't think of anyone else who would be knocking on her door at – Faith looked at the clock on the microwave.

And given that Buffy had been busy swapping spit with Angel when she'd last seen the other Slayer, it didn't seem too likely that it was that girl, either. Wasn't Amy – whoever it was, they didn't knock like her. The Iron Coin Chronicles: Season 1 By Alkeni Episode 17: Demonic Encyclopedia Salesmen February 18th, 1999 Faith's Apartment, Sunnydale Faith looked up at the sound of knocking on her front door. I actually have had this chapter done for a while, I just.didn't get to it.

Yes, it has been a godawful long time since I've touched my fanfics or what have you.I don't have any real good excuse. Thanks to Starway Man, for beta-reading this chapter. Episode 17: Demonic Encyclopedia Salesmen Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

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