PROMPT FOUR: Emotion

“Faith are you crying?” Buffy asked incredulously her eyes wide as she looked at the dark haired Slayer who was sitting on the common room couch, several cans of beer strewn about the room.

“No,” Faith said biting her lip in an attempt to stop the tears that were streaming down her face.

“What’s wrong?” Buffy asked immediately concerned. If the brunette felt strongly enough about it to be sitting in the common room crying then something terrible must have happened.

“I’m not crying okay just leave it alone B,” Faith said wiping her cheeks hurriedly with the back of her hands.

“Faith whatever it is you can tell me,” Buffy said running the back of her fingers over Faiths’ cheek.

“It’s nothing,” Faith said leaning into Buffy’s touch.

“Baby it is something and you know all I want to do is help,” Buffy said wrapping her arm around Faith’s shoulder, “You know I don’t like seeing you upset.”

Faith swayed slightly in her seat her head coming to rest on Buffy’s shoulder the blonde Slayer running her fingers through the long brunette curls of her counterpart. Faith mumbled something as she buried her face in the crook of Buffy’s neck.

“What was that?” Buffy asked feeling Faith shake her head from where she was hiding, “Come on Faith I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“Can’t fix it,” Faith muttered pulling away from Buffy’s embrace her arms coming to cross in front of her chest a pout fixing itself firmly on her face. Buffy had to stop herself from laughing because her counterpart looked like a two year old throwing a tantrum.

“Was it something I did?” Buffy asked.

“No B, it wasn’t something you did it’s just,” Faith trailed off swiping angrily at the tears that had started up again.

“Just what?” Buffy prodded.

“The fucking Sox lost the World Series again,” Faith said, “I really thought they had a chance too this year had my hopes up and everything and then they just lost. How could they do that to me B? I’ve been nothing but supportive and they just go and fucking lose! Don’t they know how much I fucking love them?”

“Aw baby it’s okay they know how much you love them. They know you’ve got the sweatshirt, socks, t-shirt, beanie and hat,” Buffy said smiling once she realised that Faith was actually wearing all of the above apparel. Probably should have been a sign she thought wryly to herself.

“Well why’d they go and lose, don’t they know how much that hurts?” Faith sobbed.

“I don’t think they meant to do it especially not to hurt you, they know how much you love them,” Buffy said pulling Faith into her lap, “And I bet they felt all those supportive feelings you were sending their way what with the Sox get up and all but sometimes no matter how much we want something to happen it just won’t.”

“I really wanted it this year,” Faith sniffed her head lolling back to rest against Buffy’s shoulder the evidence of the beer she had drank earlier on her breath.

“I know you did baby,” Buffy smiled kissing her partner’s forehead.

“Like really fucking wanted, I even wore Red Sox panties,” Faith said her tears starting up again as she pulled the side of her jeans down so Buffy could see just as Willow walked past stopping in her tracks when she saw the upset Slayer.

“What’s going on?” Willow asked raising an eyebrow when she saw the numerous empty cans strewn around the room.

“We’re just a little bit upset that the Red Sox lost the World Series,” Buffy said lightly squeezing Faith’s arm.

“And clearly drinking is the only way to get over such a terrible catastrophe,” Willow smirked.

“How could they do this to me,” Faith wailed.

“Maybe they’re under some demon influence; you know I read this thing in one of Giles’ books about this ancient Olympic team that used some demons to make sure the other teams performed terribly maybe the same sort of thing is happening because how could one team have such bad luck,” Willow rambled.

“Will, not helping,” Buffy said giving the witch a pointed glare.

“Right, okay well what can I do to help?” Willow asked.

“Maybe a glass of water, start sobering her up a little,” Buffy suggested.

“Right, water that I can do. Faith I’m really sorry,” Willow said.

“S’ok Red,” Faith slurred after Willow’s retreating form, “B?”

“Yeah baby,” Buffy said stroking her lover’s hair.

“Do you think the Sox can’t win ‘cause some demon did some demony thing to them?” the dark haired Slayer asked.

“Maybe, would it make you feel better if it was the reason?” Buffy asked her.

“Think so,” Faith said breathily her eyes slipping closed.

By the time Willow returned with the glass of water the former rogue was snoring softly still sitting on Buffy’s lap. The blonde haired Slayer was staring down at her fondly her arms wrapped around Faith’s waist.

“She going to be alright?” Willow asked softly sitting in front of them on the coffee table.

“Pretty traumatic but I think she’ll pull through,” Buffy smiled.

“Geez who would have thought all it took was a little baseball game to make the big bad Slayer cry,” Willow giggled.

“For the love of God do not let her hear you call it that or I think you’ll see a whole different set of emotions,” Buffy snorted.

“And probably lose an arm or two,” Willow said thoughtfully.

“Probably,” Buffy smiled.