Section One: The Return
TITLE: Section One: The Return
AUTHOR: Heather Sinclair
FEEDBACK: "Doctor, just tap into that vein and let her rip" Life's
RATING: R for violence, language, and sexual situations.
SPOILERS: All, up the WB's run. No Dawn.
SUMMARY: Sequel to Section One.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters
belong to Joss W., Mutant Enemy, 20th Cen. Fox, Yadda...
Le Femme Nikita and all of its characters belong to USA Studios, more Yadda.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you all for the wonderful encouragement that you have given me and this story. So much so that it developed a sequel.
The sun shining through the bedroom window woke me up from a very restful sleep. It took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn't still in Section. B laid quietly beside me peacefully sleeping with a slight smile on her face.
It's a new step for us, being together. This was our first night together as a couple, if that is what we are. Neither of us has made any formal commitment, but who knows what is in the future. I only know that since my little revelation yesterday. I finally realized that I'm not only living for myself, I'm living for hundreds, maybe even millions of people. It's not an easy load to bare.
However it has changed my attitude on how I feel about myself and about B. Before, she was just another conquest, another notch on my headboard, but since that night we spent together I found out exactly how much I meant to her and how much she meant in return.
I know she was in a very dark place that I have been time and again. That place where you have nobody to turn to that would understand. No family left alive. No friends that would feel the pain that she felt and just be there for her instead of trying to make it better.
Nobody can make it better.
The point I knew that I had healed was when she told me that she was proud of me. Nobody has ever said that to me before. It was always 'You are a loser, Faith' or "I hate you, Faith', never 'I'm proud of you , Faith'. It is a really weird feeling. Kind of warm and fuzzy, and exhilarating all at the same time. It made me want to go out and perform good deeds right then and there just to hear those words again.
I snuck out of bed and made my way down to the kitchen. I wasn't the world's best cook, but I was going to give breakfast in bed a try.
"Fuck!" The eggs were burned. The toast was burned, and the orange juice was warm. I opened up the cupboard and found some Capt. Crunch. Dammit, this was gonna have to do.
She was still sleeping when I came back in the room. I knelt on the bed and kissed her ever so lightly. Then again. Then again. By the third time I felt her respond with a peck back. Then she rolled over into me.
"Mornin', sleepy head." I whispered.
"Mornnn." She mumbled and tried to snuggle.
"Hey, wake up. I got breakfast." I laughed.
She put her arm around me and felt the apron I was wearing. Then her eyes cracked open and a smile spread on her lips. Well I was wearing *just* an apron. I sat up, grabbed the tray and waited.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and tried to sit up.
"I burned everything else, so you get cold cereal." I confessed.
I filled a spoonful and held it up to her mouth. She opened and I entered. Damn had sexual undertones if I had ever heard any. I got lost in a visual and spilt a little milk down her chin and onto her chest.
"Hey!" She muttered through the mouthful of cereal.
"Oops." I replied in apology. "Let me get that for you."
I bent my head down to her cleavage and lapped up the white liquid. I trailed my way back up her chin and to her mouth. By this time she had swallowed the cereal and met my mouth with anticipated heat.
Ok, screw breakfast.
"What did you want to do today?" B asked me as we were getting ready.
I stopped applying my eyeliner and looked into the mirror. "B, I haven't had a day off in over two years. Can we just hang out, anywhere, it doesn't matter."
She smiled and hugged me from behind. "Anything you want."
She returned to her jewelry box and pulled out her cross, clasping it around her neck. A somber look came over her face.
"What?" I asked.
She looked back at me, thoughtfully. "Faith, what are we doing?"
I didn't say anything. I didn't want to break this moment of total happiness.
She continued. "What am I going to tell the gang? What am I going to tell Giles?"
I didn't have a clue what to tell her, but I didn't want anything to change.
"Tell'em what you want, B. You don't have to tell them about us if you don't want to."
She clasped her hands together to her chest. "Is there an Us?"
I laid down my eyeliner and stepped up in front of her.
"B... Buffy, for as long as you'll have me I'll be here." She was going to reply, but I cut her off. "I never really thought about us too much other than the occasional fantasy. Until we switched bodies that day." I saw a pained look on her face.
"Let me explain." I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. "The first thing I did when they hauled you off to wherever, was to go into your room. I tore into everything. I didn't know what I was looking for until I found it, your diary. Once I found it I spent the next couple of hours reading about your life after you put me into the hospital."
She flinched. "We both hurt each other, Buffy. Just a fact of life. Let me finish."
"I spent the night reading and rereading about Riley, Angel, the gang, and finally about me. I didn't think that I played a part in your life until I saw that passage."
Then I quoted.
I visited her again today. She was laying there just like every other
time I came. Why won't you wake up, Faith. Why won't you let me
say that I am sorry. Why can’t you get it through the stubborn
head of yours that I love you. I hold your hand waiting for you to
give me some sort of sign that you hear me, that you feel my love
for you. I didn't realize it before. I was too blinded by my puppy love
for Angel, and fear of my own sexuality that I that I couldn't show
you when you were awake.
Willow and Tara helped me know that love between two girls can
be just as strong and meaningful as any other type of love. I'm not
afraid anymore, Faith. Wake up for me. Wake up.
B sat in silence listening to me recount her words.
"That was when I knew that I wasn't good enough for you. I mean look what I did. I sent you off for reprogramming by the Watcher's Council, I threatened your mom, I turned on you in every way I could. So I knew that there was only one more thing that I could do. I had to make you hate me enough to finish the job you started.
"That is why I screwed Riley, that is why I almost shucked town. I knew someday that you would be back and I knew that I had to have you mad at me in the process. You had to hate me, B. But then those freakin' vampires had to take over that church.
"I was you then, B. I was *The* Slayer. I couldn't let everything you did for the world go to waste. I couldn't let your friends think bad of you. That is why I came back. That is why my life has been such shit.
"I deserved every moment in prison, I deserved being treated like shit at Section One, I deserved having a freakin' bomb put in my head. It was my punishment. So if you can forgive me my past and I can forgive you yours we can get through anything, B. Anything."
She let me finish and sat there in silence for a few seconds afterwards.
"Finished?" She asked.
"Good." She got up and walked around her room. Pacing back and forth.
It was just too much for me to bare. "B... say something. Tell me to get out. Tell me to go to hell...tell me something."
She stopped and looked at me. "Wait here." She walked out of the room and down the hall to her mom's room. I was about to jump out of my skin when she came back. I had already grabbed my jacket and started stuffing my stuff into the pockets. She's gonna toss me out on my ass.
"Faith sit down." I couldn't decide what to do. Should I try to bolt passed her or just jump out of the open window.
"Faith, sit down." She repeated.
I didn't choose either. I was going to take my punishment. I had turned my life around yesterday and it was my duty to stay here and let her pound me.
She came up to me, inches away and knelt down on the floor. Her arms encircled my waist. What is she doing?
She let go. I started to say something, but she cut me off.
"Faith, shut up." She said flatly. "You've had your say, now I get mine."
I closed my eyes for the onslaught.
"Marry me." She said.
Huh? My eyes darted open and she was there on one knee holding a diamond ring out for me.
"Marry me, Faith. I've been sitting in this house by myself for too long doing nothing but thinking. Have you ever just sat and thought about nothing else than how screwed up your life really is?"
She realized what she said and laughed through her welling tears.
"That is all I have been doing since my mother died. And since you have come back into my life I have found that everything is coming together and finally feeling right. I don't care about the past. I don't care what my friends think, even though I know they will be happy for us. I care about the future and I care about you. I don't want either of us to be hurt any longer, Faith.
"Separate, we are two of the biggest screw-ups this world has ever known. Together we are unstoppable. Marry me, Faith. Marry me."
She grabbed my hand and clasped it in her own.
"I love you, Faith. Marry me."
I was speechless. If someone had hit me with the Empire State Building I don't think I could have been more shocked or stunned.
"B... you don't know what you are asking."
She held me fast. "Don't I? I'm asking you to be my wife. I don't care about anything else."
She loves me. She really, truly loves me.
I took the ring and slid it on my left hand ring finger.
"Does this mean I have to be, Faith Summers?"
She smiled and jumped on me covering me with kisses.
Then the phone rang.
I flipped her over and kissed her one last time before I answered it.
"You got Faith."
A familiar voice came back. "Oh yes I do, Faith. Oh yes I do."
Oh my god... Madeline, Section One's second in command.
Madeline. Dammit. What the hell is she still doing out? I had to try and take the upper hand.
"Hey Mads, Didn't the FBI sweep under the toilets when they cleaned out Section?"
I could see her stone face, even over the phone lines.
"Faith, you really didn't think we hadn't thought of the contingency. The FBI is merely a speed bump." She paused and let the revelation sink in before hitting me with part two of today's abuse-fest. "Have you forgotten how we retrieved you from prison. We have contacts and resources that you have never dreamed of. Section has survived."
B saw the concern on my face and rushed to my side, putting her ear to the headset.
Madeline continued. "You will return to Section, and you will bring your friend with you."
I knew she was talking about B.
"You can go fuck yourself Mads." I replied.
She chuckled. "Have you forgotten about our little gift to you, Faith?"
"Your can't hold that over me anymore. I destroyed the transmitter."
She sighed. "Really, Faith. I thought we trained you better than that. Section always has back-ups and back-ups to the back-ups."
I was getting nervous. "Bullshit."
"Should we test it out, Faith?"
B couldn't take it anymore. "Don't! We'll... we'll be there."
I clasped the phone so Madeline couldn't hear. "Are you crazy, B?"
She tugged on the phone. "I just found you, I'm not going to lose you in the same day."
I tried to sway her. "You don't know what these people are like, B. They are ruthless."
She let go of the phone and held my face in her hands. "I know. That is why I am not going to let them blow your head up."
She finished with a soft kiss. "Anyway, I have a plan."
I smiled half-heartedly and spoke into the phone. "Where."
Madeline gave me instructions to meet a car in front of the old high school. They would take it from there. B had other plans. She stuffed a few outfits and the bare necessities into a backpack, and we headed out, not to the school but to the Initiative compound.
It was risky, but we would be safe there until we could come up with a real plan. We turned on the Slayer speed and raced to the compound as fast as we could. I tried to scan the area for Section operatives. Section always had operatives everywhere, but we were moving too fast for my intuition to kick in.
B hit the sewer lid first and flipped it off with little effort. I was right behind her taking two rungs at a time and sliding the remaining fifteen feet to the ground. B flicked on her flashlight and we made a dash for the key coded door.
Once there I entered the fifteen digit code that I remembered from the days before. The door slid open and Madeline was standing behind it waiting for us.
"You didn't really think Operations would forget your little home away from home, did you?"
I couldn't help myself. I punched her in the face. Then I felt the taser prongs hit my leg. "B, *Run*"
It only felt like fifteen billion volts. On reflection I'm sure it was a little bit less, not by much though.
I woke up in a room that I thought I would never be. The interrogation room. Granted it looked just like any other room in the compound, but Section didn't take long to spruce things up a bit: A stainless steel chair with matching wrist and ankle restraints, the tool tray with all of the nice pronged instruments used to poke and tear various peaces of sensitive flesh, and my all time favorite, sound proofed walls so everyone outside didn't have to hear you beg to tell the interrogator anything she wants.
I admit it, I was scared shitless. I've seen what happens to people that come in these rooms. So I jumped as far as I could in the chair, which wasn't far, when the door opened.
Madeline walked in. She was my height with shoulder length black hair, maybe in her early forties, and sporting a black business outfit. She was also sporting a really nice bruised jaw. Damn, I could have sworn I heard bones crack. If only we could switch places I would finish the job..
"Good afternoon, Faith. I trust you slept well."
I could still feel the burns on my leg where the taser hit me. I decided not to reply.
"We want you to do something for us."
There was one thing Madeline never did when she entered this room, show emotion. Her face was stone.
I still decided not to reply.
She motioned to the far wall on the right where two way mirror was imbedded in the wall. On her queue the window lost it's reflectiveness where I could see people standing behind. One of them was B. She was shackled to prevent escape, and they look as if they know she has Slayer strength. Those shackles were thick.
My face started burning, seething with hatred.
"What do you want?" I spat through clenched teeth.
Her stone face turned back to me. "I want you to beg us to make your friend an operative. I want you to beg us to implant a similar device in her brain that will pacify her as we have done to you. And lastly I want you to smile as you beg."
"Mads, you can go fuck yourself."
Then something happen that I had never seen before. She smiled.
"I hoped you would say that."
The door opened again and a nerdy brother and sister team strolled in with a very large cart between them. They pulled it up beside me and opened the lid. Needles, scalpels, electrodes, various bottles of fluids with medical names on the labels I had never heard of littered the tray. Then they opened the drawer underneath. Goggles, bamboo sticks, glass rods, speculums, all were present.
I looked back up at B. She was crying at this point, and trying to pull her restraints apart. I could tell she was calling my name, but I couldn't hear anything. I closed my eyes slowly and opened them again to mouth the words 'I love you'. I had to see her one last time. She stopped and returned the gesture. I knew that the short time we spent together was worth anything that the bobsy twins could put out. I felt their hands pull my head back onto the chair and strap it down. A strange calm overtook me. I could almost feel the world slip away and my body float beyond the interrogation room, almost.
Then the screaming began.
Am I still alive? I think I am. I tried to move my little finger on my right hand. Pain shot up my arm. My teeth clenched. I guess that one is broken. I heard movement to my right. I tried to open my right eye and then my left. The right was swollen shut, but the left worked just fine. It was B.
"Faith? Faith, can you hear me?" She pleaded.
It's not her, I tried to tell myself. Just Madeline playing her freakin' games. Probably a Section operative made up to look like B. Hell, they've done it before.
I tried to shoo her off. "Fook uff."
"Faith, just tell them to do it. It's not worth it. We'll get through this. I love you, Faith. Don't make me sit through this again. They'll do anything to break you. I can't take it anymore. I can't see you hurt anymore." She cried.
If that was B then she's doing herself more harm than good. I have to end this. I tried my damnedest to make a fist with my right hand. I remembered that they broke almost every bone in that hand, that should do nicely. I almost screamed out in pain again, but it was just enough to send me back over the edge into blackness.
"You can open your eyes, Faith. We know you are awake."
I cracked my left eye open again. Madeline was standing there, smugness radiating off of her like a bad odor.
"You have proven quite resilient. Even I didn't think you had such devotion in you. However, that shall prove to be your downfall, I suppose."
She stepped out of the way showing B, strapped to a chair directly in front of me. A ball gag was stuffed into her mouth and fear was streaming from her eyes.
"You won't have a second chance, Faith. You will beg me to make her a part of Section, or she will suffer your fate, except you will watch this time. If you say no and change your mind later, we will still finish the job."
It was a matter of principle.
I knew sooner or later that she would bring B into this. The one thing that would break me.
I tried to turn the corners of my lips up. I could feel the skin crack from lack of moisture. "Peese"
Madeline leaned in to listen. "Please what?"
"Maak er ecshun."
For the second time I saw Madeline smile. Then she turned to the twins and nodded. "You may continue."
"Waaa. Nooo!" I tried to scream. I heard B start to scream under the gag.
Then I felt something weird with my restraints. It seemed as if they started to go soft. I mustered every ounce of strength I could, B's screams adding to my strength, and I pulled. They snapped off at the base. Madeline watched in stunned amazement as I grabbed her throat with my left hand and squeezed.
"Stof it." I ordered through my swollen mouth.
The twins halted their progress.
I turned my head to face them. "et er go."
The male was more than spooked by my ability to snap steel and quickly pulled the release rods to B's restraints. B stripped the gag out of her mouth and punched the guy, breaking his jaw in the process. I know I heard bones crack that time. The girl backed away, out of reach.
"Faith, oh my God." B rushed to my side and pulled the release rods away. I almost fell to the ground, but Madeline was supporting me. Either that or have me pull out her windpipe when I fell.
I heard the alarms sound. We were busted, but I still had one more card to play.