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Wes took in a deep breath, enjoying the fresh, salty tang of the air and the cool breeze whipping past him. Dressed in a dark fisherman's sweater and jeans, he looked more relaxed than he had been for some time. Strange to think that he'd developed a taste for sailing. It wasn't something he'd have ever thought he'd have an affinity with.

He turned to look over his shoulder at his companion, his gaze becoming wryly amused when it alighted upon her.

"We haven't crossed over yet, don't you think that's a bit premature?" Not that he minded the view.

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Faith had her leather pants open, she was pushing them down to her knees to show off the bikini that was barely covering her ass. "We're on the water, that straight-up counts," she muttered with a grin in his direction, over her shoulder. She didn't have clue one about how to sail, Wes just pointed shit out and told her what to do with it and she got it done. Right now, though, it was way past almost-naked time.

"You can take your hands off the wheel for a minute to put a little of this on me, right?" She picked up and waved around the suntan oil he picked up for her during the holidays--

It got forgotten pretty quick as she perked up and straightened. Something wasn't right. "...do you hear that?"

Maybe not-heard would've been more on the nose.

It had been well past due to take that little tropical vacation he'd promised Faith. It was only for a few days, but Wes felt that they'd both earned a respite from the stress of the city, no matter how brief. Soon enough there would be more work to be done; it never really stopped. Not for them, at any rate.

"I'd happily be of assistance," he began, setting the controls to auto-pilot and turning to take the lotion from her. But then he tensed, going on instant alert. Somehow he knew exactly what Faith was referring to. But how was it possible? His gaze locked with hers and, for a moment, he was too stunned to even speak.

Was it over? Just like that? How much time did they have before...? No, he wasn't ready-

"No. It's gone." He finally managed to say, tight words working past an even tighter throat. "The voices. Our link to the city."

Faith was all panic, all sudden motion. "Did we go out too far? If we turn this thing around will we get back?" They couldn't head out. Not yet. They both knew that they would sometime or else the things that clearly went down because everyone from their neck knew about them wouldn't end up going down, but...

Bete Noire was her city. She was the Slayer there, like Buffy was the Slayer in Sunnydale. She had a piece of what made the place run in her, and more important..."Baby. We can't cut loose from this place. If we do..."

Did she need to come out and say it? From the look on his face it was sitting like a rock in the pit of his stomach just like it was in hers.

"I know." He reached out and grabbed at her hand, squeezing it hard, as if somehow that could prevent the inevitable as long as they were still linked somehow. He wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. He didn't want to let go.

"We can try."

Still gripping her hand, he turned to head back to the navigation console and attempt to change course. But then he faltered when he saw the mounted compass.

"We were heading west before." The compass needle was spinning around and around on its axis, no longer able to guide them at all. Wes checked the horizon but there appeared to be no land in sight, in any direction.

"Faith-"

His shoulders slumped slightly, disbelief giving way to resigned despair.

"No matter what happens, no matter where we end up..."

"Shut up," she growled as she pulled him into a rough kiss, not wanting to hear it. Didn't want him to say it and make it real. She'd go back and torture the shit out of him, he would go back to everything he had ahead, and neither one of them would remember--

Maybe it was some lingering hint of the Magistrate's soul as it slipped away but something whispered in her ear that made her blink and pull back, rushing to the head of the ship and looking ahead. Whatever it was out there that they were headed for...

"Do you feel that?" She asked, quiet, watching and distracted. She had to know that it wasn't just in her head. That itch of a feeling in the back of her head like they weren't just cut loose and headed back to familiar ground.

Wes clutched at her tightly in return, not knowing if it would be the last kiss or embrace they would ever share together. After everything that they'd been through, it didn't seem fair just to erase it all. Even the painful parts.

When Faith pulled away abruptly, he felt a momentary rush of confusion, but then he, too, sensed another shift - a change in the air.

"Yes. It's not- I'm not sure what it means."

Glancing down at the compass again, it was no longer spinning. Surely that was a good sign? Why hadn't they been sent back yet? He didn't understand, but he was grateful for the possible reprieve.

Hurrying to join Faith at the prow, Wes tried once again to get their bearings. That's when he saw something which both alarmed and excited him. The sun was starting to dip closer to the horizon, but it was the clearness of the sky which allowed him to see what he hadn't been expecting.

"Wherever we are, whatever world we've landed in, it has two moons. They're faint, but noticeable. Over there." He pointed them out to her.

"Perhaps..." He turned to look at her, intense relief and fragile hope stirring in his heart again and showing plainly on his face for once. "Perhaps this isn't the end of the line for us."

Whatever new dangers or challenges they were about to face, at least they'd be doing it together. Partners, still. He reached for Faith's hand again. But this time it wasn't out of fear.

((I think that'll do?))

((I think so. ;_; I'll edit it up and post it in the logs and we can do our ooc posts. <3))

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