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I Don't Know Where I'll Be Tonight, But I'll Always Tell You Where I Am by spuffyduds (R)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER & ANGEL
Pairing: Wesley/Faith
Length: 1,600
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Fic Collection Post
Why this must be read:
This piece is a great post-series character study of Faith, where she realizes after everything that she doesn't really fit in with the rest of the Scoobies and treks off on her own. During her travels going from hotel to motel to motel, for one reason or another she starts sending postcards and eventually letters to Wesley of all people, evolving from one word by-the-way-I'm-alive reminders to Faith actually opening up about herself in a way she never had before.
And once she's started putting down more than one word, it's like she can't stop. She starts raiding the motel nightstands for stationary, writing letters instead. And the letters get longer and longer. She starts with just stuff she thinks he'd actually be interested in--scattered vamp stakings and demon beheadings. Then she starts adding other stuff she's done--movies and roadside attractions. What she powered down at Stuckey's, how the waitress's beehive looked like it was made out of cotton candy. And after a while she notices that she's starting to do things because he might find them interesting--she actually goes to an art museum or two instead of just reptile exhibits, and once to a movie with actual subtitles. (Although she's not sure a kung-fu movie really counts as culture.)
Eventually, she's writing to Wes about almost everything. She hasn't even picked up a guy in two or three weeks, because she doesn't want to put that in a letter.
On days when nothing exciting has happened, she goes back further. She writes about her mom, a little. Her first watcher, and Kakistos. About jail.
It's weird, because she has no idea if he's even getting these. He could have moved. He could have gone back to England. He could be wincing every time he gets one, tossing it unread. He could be dead, even.
She hopes he's not dead.
One day when she's bored, driving--she's in one of those radio-stationless zones--she starts thinking about all the pages she's sent. A pile of 'em, by now. How long would it take, to read all that?
And it occurs to her that if he has been reading them, then this is the longest time that anyone has ever listened to her.
I Don't Know Where I'll Be Tonight, But I'll Always Tell You Where I Am
Pairing: Wesley/Faith
Length: 1,600
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Fic Collection Post
Why this must be read:
This piece is a great post-series character study of Faith, where she realizes after everything that she doesn't really fit in with the rest of the Scoobies and treks off on her own. During her travels going from hotel to motel to motel, for one reason or another she starts sending postcards and eventually letters to Wesley of all people, evolving from one word by-the-way-I'm-alive reminders to Faith actually opening up about herself in a way she never had before.
And once she's started putting down more than one word, it's like she can't stop. She starts raiding the motel nightstands for stationary, writing letters instead. And the letters get longer and longer. She starts with just stuff she thinks he'd actually be interested in--scattered vamp stakings and demon beheadings. Then she starts adding other stuff she's done--movies and roadside attractions. What she powered down at Stuckey's, how the waitress's beehive looked like it was made out of cotton candy. And after a while she notices that she's starting to do things because he might find them interesting--she actually goes to an art museum or two instead of just reptile exhibits, and once to a movie with actual subtitles. (Although she's not sure a kung-fu movie really counts as culture.)
Eventually, she's writing to Wes about almost everything. She hasn't even picked up a guy in two or three weeks, because she doesn't want to put that in a letter.
On days when nothing exciting has happened, she goes back further. She writes about her mom, a little. Her first watcher, and Kakistos. About jail.
It's weird, because she has no idea if he's even getting these. He could have moved. He could have gone back to England. He could be wincing every time he gets one, tossing it unread. He could be dead, even.
She hopes he's not dead.
One day when she's bored, driving--she's in one of those radio-stationless zones--she starts thinking about all the pages she's sent. A pile of 'em, by now. How long would it take, to read all that?
And it occurs to her that if he has been reading them, then this is the longest time that anyone has ever listened to her.
I Don't Know Where I'll Be Tonight, But I'll Always Tell You Where I Am
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