Hey all. I managed to get this done today, even after getting completely addicted to eBay.... damn that site! Damn it all to hell! Ahem

Here's part four. Hope you like.
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Part fourBuffy, Willow and Tara sat, somewhat bemused at the other girl’s words. Buffy blinked a couple of times before speaking again.
Buffy: Sister?
Samantha nodded.
Samantha: She, uh, hasn’t mentioned me, huh?
It was at that point, did Faith emerge from her room.
Faith: Buffy, have you seen my pyjama top, because I can’t….
She trailed off when she saw the familiar person now sitting in the room.
Faith: Sam? What are you doing here?
Sam: Hello to you too.
Faith: Well, you’ll have to excuse me for not jumping for joy, but we didn’t exactly part on good terms.
Sam winced. It was true. The last time they’d spoken, well, it ended badly.
Sam: I know.
Faith ran her fingers through her dark hair and looked at her sister.
Faith: Why are you here?
Sam: I came to see you.
Faith: We haven’t spoken in four years, Sam.
Buffy got up, pulling Willow and Tara with her, sensing that this was a conversation that would be better off being privet.
Buffy: We’re just gonna….
She nodded towards the apartment door and left, closing it behind them. As soon as they got outside, the rain and the cold hit them.
Willow: I didn’t think to grab my jacket.
Buffy: Come on, Faith’s car should still be open.
Back inside the apartment, Faith had taken a seat across from her sister and an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Neither girl spoke. Sam’s head lolled forward, her hair covering her face, and Faith was still in a minor state of shock at finding her sister in her apartment moments earlier.
Sam: I didn’t come here to argue, Faith….
Faith: You thought you’d come here and I’d be happy to see you?
Sam: Well, I….
Faith: You must have expected an argument, Sam. We hardly went a day without arguing when we were little and we haven’t spoken in four years because of an argument. It’s always been the same.
Sam: You think I wanted it to be like this? You think I wanted to hurt my sister? That’s the last thing I wanted to happen.
Faith: I caught you in bed with my girlfriend! What did you think would happen?! I’d brush it off? Say; Oh, look, my sister and my girlfriend, this is cool?! What, Sam?
Sam: I don’t know!
Faith let out a frustrated sigh.
Sam: But I never wanted to hurt you.
Faith: Whatever.
Sam: You’re my sister, Faith.
Faith: That didn’t stand in the way of you taking my girlfriend, did it?
Another wince.
Sam: Faith…. I’m-
Faith: Apologise, and I’ll kick your ass. Right here. Right now. I don’t want to hear it, Sam. I didn’t want to hear it four years ago and nothing’s changed.
Sam smiled, sadly.
Sam: Then I guess I drove three hundred miles for nothing, because the whole point of coming down here was so that I could apologise.
She got up and began walking towards the door.
Sam: I know you won’t let me say it…. But I am. Everyday I am.
Sam sighed.
Sam: I’m in town for a couple of days…. If you change your mind-
Faith: I won’t.
Sam nodded and left the apartment, Buffy, Willow and Tara entering moments later.
Buffy: What the hell was that?
Faith: Listen…. I really don’t want to talk about it right now, okay?
Buffy: Faith-
Faith: Not now, Buffy!
Faith strode out of the living room and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Buffy just stood there, shocked. Tara moved to stand beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder.
Tara: You okay?
Buffy: Yeah, yeah…. I um, I’m gonna head home.
Tara: No, you’re not. You go home, I’m gonna w-worry all night. Stay here. Sleep on the couch if you want.
Buffy looked up at her best friend and smiled.
Buffy: Okay.
Tara left the room to fetch the spare blankets and Willow walked over to Buffy.
Willow: She gets like that sometimes. She doesn’t mean to yell…. It just comes out.
Buffy just nodded.
Willow: Don’t worry, she’ll be grovelling in the morning and begging for your forgiveness.
The redhead bumped shoulders with Buffy, and the blonde let out a giggle.
Buffy: Yeah.
Suddenly, her head snapped towards the window and she could have sworn she saw someone watching them.
Apartment: Next DayShe felt someone sit down beside her and opened her eyes. Faith was sitting on the edge of the couch looking guilty. Buffy sat up and looked at her.
Buffy: Hey.
Faith: Morning.
She handed Buffy the mug of coffee she was holding and the blonde took it.
Faith: I’m sorry about last night…. I didn’t mean to snap.
Buffy: It’s okay.
Faith: No it isn’t. I got mad and took it out on you. I’m sorry.
Buffy: Stop apologising. It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it. But if you want to make it up to me…. How about telling me why you never mentioned you had a sister.
She sighed. How was she going to explain this?
Faith: Okay, well…. Okay. Sam’s two years older than me. We were close when we were really little…. But we drifted apart. Then my dad…. He started to get violent, and one night, he hit her. After that, she ran away to my Aunt’s house and left me with him….
Another sigh escaped the brunette’s lips and she continued.
Faith: Sam was never around after that and I was so angry at her for leaving me with him…. I just stopped talking about her to people, because every time I did, I’d feel the hurt of her leaving me all over again. Anyway, the years went on with no word from her, but on my fifteenth birthday, she showed up and even stayed from a while. At first I was just angry at her all over again, but we started hanging out and eventually we started to rebuild the bond we had before. Then, she met Jessica. Jessica had been my girlfriend for a little over a year. There was a slight age difference, two years, but it never bothered us. The three of us started hanging out and it was really cool for a while…. Then Jessica and Sam began to get kinda friendly and my jealous side kicked in, but they both assured me that nothing was going on and that they were just friends. I got home early from shopping one day and heard their voice from upstairs. So, I went up…. And they were in my room….
Buffy could see the pain and anger in Faith’s eyes and caught on to what the other girl was trying to tell her.
Buffy: Oh Faith….
Faith: That was four years ago and I haven’t spoken to either of them since. Well, until last night.
Buffy: What did she want?
Faith: To apologise, but I just lost it. I don’t want to hear her apologies. I don’t think I could take hearing them. Not after what she did.
Buffy: Does anyone else know?
Faith shook her head.
Buffy: Not even Willow and Oz?
Faith: Sam ran away when she was little…. And that hurt…. I just kinda…. Blocked her out of my life after that. She was never really around much when we were little, so Willow and Oz never knew about her…. Not sure why I never mentioned it. I figured if they found out I had a sister, they’d want to hang with her instead of me…. Kind of silly really.
Buffy smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips to Faith’s in a soft kiss.
Buffy: No…. it isn’t.
She pulled back a little to look at her girlfriend.
Buffy: You really loved her didn’t you?
Faith: Jessica?
Buffy nodded.
Faith: I did. First loves and everything. I never expected us to be together forever…. I kept telling myself she was too good for me, that she’d eventually find someone better. I guess she did.
Buffy: Don’t ever say that. There’s no one in the world that’s better than you, Faith. There’s no one too good for you.
Faith: Yes there is….
She frowned at the brunette, as if struggling to understand and Faith smiled, weakly.
Faith: You.
A smile slowly crept across Buffy’s lips and she smiled.
It’s the other way around, Faith. It’s you that’s too good for me…. How did I get so lucky?Mickey’s barThe first thing Sam thought when she walked in the rough doors of the bar was: What a dump. Even though it wasn’t the most classy bar in the town, she took a seat at the bar and ordered a vodka and coke.
Mickey: ID?
She just looked at the man behind the bar, her eyes boring into him. Micky swallowed hard and nodded.
Mickey: One vodka and coke coming right up.
He went to work making her drink and moments later placed a glass in front of her. She passed him the money and sighed.
You messed up, Sam. Messed up big time.She’d done the worst the possible. Betrayed her sister’s trust. Something she regretted every day since then. But what could she do? Faith wouldn’t let her apologise. Wouldn’t let Sam tell her how sorry she was. And to be honest, Sam didn’t blame her. But maybe if she could make Faith see just how sorry she was, things would start to go back to normal. After all, that’s all Sam wanted. She wanted her sister back.
Taking a long swing of her drink, Sam set the gall back down.
I miss her….we used to have so much fun when we were little. Then I had to go and wreck everything.The stranger walked into the bar, clad in a new leather coat that reached his ankles, his eyes fixed firmly on Sam.
I knew she was here. I could feel her pain all over town.He walked slowly over to the bar. Mickey saw him and quickly poured his usual whiskey into a glass. The stranger took a seat next to Sam and Mickey put the glass in front of him. He eyed the glass and looked around at the nearly empty pub.
The Stranger: Slow today.
Sam looked up at him, noticing him for the first time.
Sam: What?
The Stranger: I said, slow today.
Sam: Oh, right. I-I don’t come here often though, so I wouldn’t know.
The Stranger: Ah, new in town?
Sam: How’d you know?
The man smiled.
The Stranger: Lucky guess. So, where you from?
Sam: All over. Never really stayed in one place.
The Stranger: Tough childhood, huh?
Sam: Yeah, something like that.
She didn’t know why she was telling the man sitting next to her all. For some reason, she felt she could talk to him.
The Stranger: Yeah, well, I didn’t have the best childhood either.
Sam: No?
He shook his head.
The Stranger: My parents were killed when I was ten; everything kinda went down hill after that. I had to move away to live with my uncle. I was forced to leave my home, my friends and the life I had. I had to leave them all behind.
Sam: Doesn’t sound fair.
The Stranger: It wasn’t, but I was too upset to be angry.
The stranger let out a sigh.
The Stranger: What’s your story?
Sam: I’m a complete loser.
The Stranger: Now, I’m sure that isn’t true.
Sam: I slept with my sister’s girlfriend.
Faith….The Stranger: People make mistakes.
Sam: Yeah, but I made a pretty big one.
The Stranger: It happens to all of us at some point in our lives.
Sam: Are they forgiven? The people who makes mistakes, are they forgiven?
The Stranger: Sometimes. It’s a matter of the other person seeing how sorry you are.
Sam: What if that person doesn’t want to hear your apologies?
The Stranger: If you really want their forgiveness, you’ll find a way to make them listen.
Sam: But how?
The Stranger: That’s something only you can answer.
He downed his whiskey and pulled a face, before standing up.
The Stranger: Awful stuff.
Sam: Then why do you drink it?
The stranger shrugged and she smiled.
The Stranger: Find a way to tell her. You’ll sleep better at night once you do, and so will she.
And with that, he left the bar.
Faith and Tara’s apartmentBuffy, Willow and Tara were sat in the sitting room, talking. Willow and Tara were on the sofa, Willow’s body sprawled across the length of it and Tara sat near the arm of the sofa with Willow’s head in her lap. Buffy was sitting across from them in the leather recliner that had quickly become “her seat”. The conversation had gone from Joan the Vampire Slayer, to college, to the movie they saw the other night, and had finally settled on Faith and Sam.
Tara: Did she tell you anything?
Buffy: Yeah…. But I think she wants to tell you herself.
Willow: I can’t believe she never told me…. We’ve been best friends for…. Forever.
Tara looked down at her girlfriend, brushing the copper locks from her face.
Tara: I’m sure she has her reasons, sweetie.
Willow: Yeah…. But it still hurts that she never told me. I thought we told each other everything.
Running her fingers through Willow’s hair, Tara glanced up at Buffy.
Tara: Something must have happened between them.
Buffy nodded, silently.
Tara: Something bad…. Something that hurt.
Another nod.
Tara: I’m sure she’ll explain when she feels she can.
A low tapping halted their conversation and Buffy got up to answer the door. She was surprised to see Sam on the other side.
Buffy: Sam…. Hi.
The brunette fingered the sleeve of her jacket nervously, avoiding eye contact with Buffy.
Sam: Hi.
Buffy: Um, Faith isn’t here.
Sam: I-it’s okay…. Can you giver her this for me?
Sam handed Buffy an envelope with “Faith” written across the front and Buffy glanced down at it, then back up at Sam.
Buffy: Sure.
Sam smiled gratefully and headed back down the pathway. Buffy closed the door and walked into the apartment. Willow was now sitting next to Tara, both of them wearing perplexed expressions.
Tara: Who was that?
Buffy: Sam. She asked me to give this to Faith.
She held the envelope for Willow and Tara to see.
Willow: I wonder what it says.
Faith’s room: LaterThe brunette lay on her bed, silently running her fingers over the edges of the envelope in front of her. Her eyes were fixed firmly on the envelope, as if she was waiting for what was inside to reach her without opening it. She didn’t want to open the envelope. She didn’t want to hear all the reasons for why Sam did what she did. But, at the same time, she wanted to read the letter. Wanted to see the words on the paper. So, slowly, she began to open the envelope and started to read.
Faith,
Nothing I can say can make up for what I did to you. Nothing I can do can take away the sorrow I caused. You told me you didn’t want to hear my apologies, so I decided to write them down in hope that you’d read them. I’ll be lucky if you even open the envelope, but I’m hoping that you do.
I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven, that’s not why I’m writing this. I just want to let you know how sorry I am. That I regret what I did to you every day, even more than the day before. And that most of all, I want to let you know I miss you. I miss having my sister. I know we didn’t spend that much time together growing up, but I miss the times we did spend together and I hate myself, because I know it’s my fault we didn’t spend more time together, that we don’t spend time together now, and that we haven’t spoken in four years. I’m sorry, Faith. Every day I’m sorry. There aren’t any words to tell you just how much.
SamFaith spent a few moments re-reading the letter, a frown set firmly on her face. What was she going to now?
TBC............
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Edited by: Ginner WTluv at: 8/22/02 2:23:42 pm