PROMPT THREE: Daydreams

Buffy laughed as she watched her sister Slayer sprint off towards the playground. They had been patrolling near the elementary school when Faith had spotted the jungle gym and had raced off calling back to Buffy that the last one to the swing set would be buying the ice cream. There was something oddly endearing about the way the dark haired Slayer’s dimples deepened and her eyes twinkled, pumping her legs harder and harder to make her swing go higher.

“Your treat B and I’m gonna have a quadruple scoop,” Faith smirked when the blonde Slayer finally caught up with her.

“You can’t just make up scoop numbers because you won,” Buffy shot back sitting on the other swing and swung herself slowly enjoying the way the cool breeze blew through her hair.

“I’m not making it up, quadruple means four Blondie. Geez maybe you should take Red up on a few of those tutoring sessions,” Faith said on her voice carrying on the breeze as she swung up in the air.

“I know what quadruple means I’m just saying that they don’t offer that many scoops at the ice cream place,” Buffy rolled her eyes.

“B you can get anything you want if you just show a little somethin’ somethin’,” Faith said waggling her eyebrows.

“You’d flash the guy at the ice cream place just for extra scoops,” Buffy said twisting her swing so she could face the brunette who was still pumping her legs harder to try and go higher.

“Flash, nah B I meant give them a smile,” Faith said, “Get ya mind outta the gutter Twinkie or people will start getting the wrong idea about you.”

“Maybe I’ve been spending too much time with you,” Buffy teased.

“Not possible,” Faith shrugged, the movement causing her swing to get a bit wobbly, “Now watch this B I’m gonna make this landing.”

“If you break your arm I’m so not taking you to the hospital, there’s ice cream that’s calling my name,” Buffy said although she knew it was an idle threat.

“Not gonna break my arm B, Slayer here remember I’m like a cat, always land on my feet,” Faith said and she did sailing through the air with all the grace of a feline and landing softly on her feet.

“Come on B you can buy me two double scoops and make them into a quadruple,” Faith said beginning to race off again, “Loser buys milkshakes,” she called her voice carrying in the wind back to where Buffy was still sitting on the swing and shaking her head at the brunette.

“Not going to happen F even with the head start,” she called back taking off after her counterpart.

“Always land on your feet huh,” she smirked looking down at Faith who was sprawled out across the ground after having tripped over a root that was sticking up out of the ground.

“Meant to do it B. Didn’t want you to feel bad after losing twice so I had to give you a pity win,” Faith shrugged picking herself up off the floor.

“Come on F let’s go get you that quadruple scoop,” Buffy smirked throwing her arm over Faith’s shoulders and leading her towards the ice cream parlour.

She blinked as the monotonous beeping pulled her from her thoughts. Daydreams were nice but in reality there were comas, stabbings and a Mayor who had wanted to swallow the entire town. Sighing she bent down and kissed the bed ridden patient on the forehead. If only her daydreams could be real.