Show me where I've never been [I'm still shedding my original skin]

Drive hard I'm callin' all the shots
I got an ace card comin' down on the rocks.
Oh so hot no time to take a rest yeah
Act tough ain't room for second best.
Real strong got me some security
Hey I'm a big smash I'm goin' for infinity yeah.

She gets underestimated a lot. Tiny, blonde and let’s face it, she acts like a ditz but she uses that to her advantage. It’s never really bothered her; in fact, she kind of likes that moment when they realize she’s so much more than she seems. She gets that little feral grin that would scare her a bit if she ever actually saw it and then the slayer takes over. She’s a weapon. All by herself and it’s taken her a long time but finally she’s comfortable in her own skin. She even likes her power now, likes the way it feels to slay and run. The way she doesn’t get tired and she doesn’t wind. She knows she’s a control freak but she’s okay with that now too. She’ll always have to be the one in charge because she’s spent far too many years being General to ever be solider. It’s taken her over ten years but Buffy is finally past normal and likes who she is. Willow always did say she was a sweet girl but not that bright.

Nabbed from Danny and Anna

What color is your soul painted?

My Results:


Red Your soul is painted the color red, which embodies the characteristics of love, strength, physical energy, sex, passion, courage, protection, excitement, speed, leadership, power, danger, and respect. Red is the color of the element Fire, and is associated with blood, life and death, birth, volcanoes, and intense emotions.

Stolen from no one. Incredibly good for curing boredom

And I'm bored because apparently Danny had to go chase a train...

Ever think that maybe Sleeping Beauty just needed a nap?

“Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.” Dogma

Faith had suggested sleeping for a week after Spike cratered Sunnydale. Buffy hadn’t planned on spending that week in the hospital but it turned out that getting impaled and then fighting through it could bring even a slayer to her knees. Buffy supposed the only good thing about it was that she’d been in a coma and hadn’t been subjected to daytime TV. When she finally woke up, she was surprised to see Faith of all people sitting next to her, feet kicked up on the bed watching some court show and eating beef jerky.

“Didn’t really think you’d sleep for a week, B.”

Buffy shifted a little, trying to get comfortable , eyes going to the IV bag above her and then to Faith. She shrugged, more experimenting to see what hurt than anything. “What can I say? Fighting the army of Hell is exhausting.”

“Hear you there.” She was chewing her beef jerky, eyes never leaving the TV.

“How is everyone?” Buffy asked, struggling to sit up a little. She was pleased to see that while she’d been doing her Sleeping Beauty impression, her body seemed to have mended. One hand went to her stomach and she felt a bandage along with a twinge of soreness but really, it was minimal.

“Five by five. Robin got out couple of days ago. You’re the short bus this time, B.”

“Have you ever tried to sleep in a house full of teenage girls? I needed the rest,” Buffy responded. She took a deep breath, nose wrinkling at the smell of disinfectant and beef jerky. “Where is everyone?”

“Rat trap motel not far from here. So we’re even. Coma for coma.”

Buffy leaned her head back against the pillow, somehow still exhausted. “We were even before, Faith.”
Faith nodded and got to her feet. “See ya later, B. Told Robin he’d get some physical therapy between the sheets.”

Buffy watched as the brunette slayer left the hospital room. Despite the casual attitude and the quick exit, she had the impression that Faith had been there a while.

Not binding on any Faith. Just fit the prompt and there had to be some recourse for the impalement