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Title: Sacrifice
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: Faith/Crossroads Demon UST. Mentions of past Faith/Sam, Faith/Dean and references to Faith/Buffy.
Warning: None
Spoilers: Buffy: None. Supernatural: If you know about the deal and what a crossroads demon is, you're good.
Summary: Faith makes a deal.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I can't be anymore plain than that.
A/N: This is part of my Doomed!Verse. It takes place during "A day at a time"


Faith didn't know what the fuck she was doing.

Notthe leaving and hotwiring the nearest car the second that she was sureDean wasn't going to wake up. That was just going to happen, whetherthey had slept together or not. Faith felt something she couldn'tidentify when she was near Dean nowadays. It wasn't love because shehad that before. With Sam. Who was Dean's brother. Faith shook herhead. And here she thought that it was only B and her crew that didthat soap opera thing.

No, what was shocking her was where she knew where she was going. She wasn't even going through that self-denial shit.

Sheburied the box and looked around. Every rational part of her wasscreaming to run. She wasn't a martyr. She wasn't the type to sacrificeherself for anything because people wouldn't do the same for her. Yeah,life sucked without Sam but she could move on. She had plenty ofpractice.

"Wow, Faith. I have to admit I never thought I'd see you here."

Faith turned and saw Buffy. No, not B. She was sure Buffy would never go brunette.

But everything else? It was on point. Damn.

Stillit's not as if Faith was expecting something different. Demons alwayspulled the same tricks. Make Faith want what she could never have andhate everything that she did.

"You could have gone original," is what Faith settled on.

Thedemon grinned. "But I wanted to dress up special just for you." Shemoved around, started circling her, but Faith wasn't stupid enough tolose eye contact with her. The Buffy look-alike laughed. "So what can Ido for you Faithy?"

"I want Sam back."

"Not going tohappen." The words were so quick behind Faith's request that Faithstarted to think that maybe this demon expected it.

"Why?" It was more of a demand than a question.

"Rulenumber seven of business, sweetheart," the demon answered simply."Never buy what you're going to get free." Faith watched as Buffy'sface twisted with a smirk. "And your gutter soul is definitely headingto hell. No amount of atonement is going to make up for that."

Faithreached out and grabbed her hand. She pulled the chick to her andglared. "You wouldn't be here if there was something I couldn't giveyou."

"You could squeeze a little tighter," the demon winked.When Faith didn't move, one way or the other, she sighed. "There issomething."

"What?"

The demon smiled. "I want you. The complete package, everything that's a part of you right now."

"I just offered that to you," Faith pointed out confused.

"No, you didn't. But it's what I want," the demon said. "You'll even get- well not ten years- let's say five?"

Therewas something there that she wasn't getting. Something that Faith feltwas too simple. Nevertheless, this is what she came to do. Like thedemon said, she was going to hell anyway. Sam didn't deserve to bethere. It was simple.

"Why are you letting me get to have so much time?" Faith asked.

Thegirl before her shrugged. "Taking you now would be no fun. You workyourself into these little self-destructive patterns when you have yourback against the wall, Faithy. It gets me so hot." She paused. "Maybe Ijust like you."

"Don't fuck with me."

The Buffylook-alike slid up against Faith, making sure she held her gaze. "Dothe reasons matter? C'mon sugar, let's make a deal. You'll even bekissing Buffy again. It'll be like all of your dreams came true."

That'sexactly what Faith was worried about but she closed the gap betweenthem anyway, letting lips, tongues, and teeth collide to save theWinchesters.

The demon pulled away and, with a wink, opened her mouth to allow a billow of black to escape to the sky.

The girl fell to the ground, coughing before looking up, trying to take in her surroundings. "What the fuck is going on?"

Faith ignored her, choosing instead to walk away. She made it back to her car before the urge to vomit overcame her.

A sinking feeling told her that her nausea had nothing and everything to do with what had just happened.

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