TITLE: What if?
AUTHOR: Dreiser
CONTENT: F/F romance. Don't like it, don't read it.
SUMMARY: A short and somewhat weird Faith fic.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my endless love of Eliza and that light blue
bikini she wore in Bring It On.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was on vicodin when I wrote this. Maybe that helps to
explain why this fic was written.


What If?

By: Dreiser

 Believe it or not, Faith believed in destiny, fate, and all that other
psychic friend stuff. Because of this, she spent a hell of a lot of time
thinking about it while she sat around in prison.

 After all, there's not much to do in prison other than think. Well, there's
the inmate fights and the reading in the library but Faith didn't much see
the appeal in either.

 And she wasn't about to get herself a bitch.

 Even though she certainly had her share of girls offering themselves up to
her to gain 'protection'. But, as said before, Faith had no interest in any
of this.

 Instead, she sat in her cell, writing in her journal, pondering the
mysteries of time and space, trying to figure out why the hell she turned
out the way she did. Perhaps her prison shrink was having more of an effect
on her than she thought he was. Not that she'd ever admit that.

 One day, while writing her pondering thoughts in her journal, Faith focused
on a particularly strange one.

 What if she wasn't a Slayer?

 What if she wasn't Faith Spencer?

 What if she wasn't raised the way she was?

 What if... what if... she was someone else?

 How would her life turn out then? Would she still be the way that she was?
Have the same personality? The same damn problems? Or would her life be
better?

 The more Faith thought about it, the more she became intrigued by the idea
of being someone else and imagining just who she'd be and what she'd be
doing.

 To be honest, Faith never liked her life. Even before she was a Slayer,
even before she turned rogue, even before she killed that man. More than
once, Faith recalled seeing someone on the street and just from looks alone
she'd want to be them. Want to jump into their skin and live their life for
them.

 Perhaps that's why she did what she did to Buffy.

 But still... weeks went on, months passed, and Faith found her thoughts
always drifting back to that one idea... that one thought. What if...

 What if she wasn't who she was?

 Lying in her bunk, staring up at the dull grey ceiling to her cell, Faith
felt herself drifting off into sleep as the thought consumed her mind. Then
the world around her seemed to become a haze, shifting and mixing, as she
was drawn into an incredible light.

 Feeling dazed and confused, Faith rubbed at her eyes and looked at her
unfamiliar surroundings trying her best to figure out why she was in the
middle of a field.

 "You feeling okay?"

 Hearing concern in a lovely feminine voice wasn't something Faith was used
to, so turning her head, she met the bright blue eyes of a beautiful blonde
girl.

 "Huh?" Faith could only reply.

 "You feeling okay?" the blonde girl repeated. "You've got the weirdest look
on your face." The blonde moved closer then clasped Faith's arm and smiling
rather mischievously, she asked, "You tired from last night?"

 "Tired?" Faith repeated dimly.

 "She's turned parrot," a nearby Asian girl commented. "Her brain's fried
from all the practice so lets cut out, huh? Before she starts asking for
crackers."

 "Quiet," the blonde admonished sharply before she turned back to Faith and
smiled fondly. "She's fine."

 "Foxy fine, fine fox," chuckled one of the guys hanging around the large
group. And focusing on him, for the very first time, Faith noticed what they
were wearing.

 Her dark brown eyes going wide, Faith slowly inspected her own clothing and
in a moment of pure horror, she lifted her gaze to meet the blonde girl's.

 "I'm..." Faith began in disbelief. "A cheerleader?"

 "Yeah, you are," the blonde girl was now looking very concerned and moved
to cup Faith's cheek. "You've been one for months now." Pausing now, she
turned to look back at the others and said, "We better cut practice short
everyone, I think Missy's not feeling well."

 "And my name's Missy?!" Faith shrieked.

 Eyeing Faith with wide eyes, the blonde once again turned back to the group
and added, "Very not well."

 And with those last words, Faith woke up, flying forward in her bunk,
breathing heavily, and sweat covering her body.

 When she finally managed to calm down a few moments later, Faith groaned
and holding her head in her hands, she muttered to herself, "It's good to be
me."

-End-