"At least our life isn't boring." Leaving just a tiny slither big enough for her to peek through, Faith held the damp-stained curtains together as echo of sirens slowly faded into nothingness. "Fuck." She sighed, making sure the curtains were fully closed before tipping the contents of her bag onto the off-white, hole ridden bed sheet.

"Don't know how far we can get off a stolen credit card, seventy-five cents and a hairbrush." The worn fibers of her jacket clung to her skin as she peeled the sopping wet garment from her arms and hung it on the bed post to dry out.

"Well damn, I didn't expect to be running from the cops at two in the morning." She scrambled your only belongings into her bag and hung that over the bedpost as well. Her lips dithered as she paced back and forth in the prison cell sized motel room. "We need to get come clothes or we're gonna freeze to death." Quickly she stripped down until she stood under the humming, yellow light in just her slightly damp shirt.

"We could always use each other's body heat to keep warm?" Comedy was always your response to making an unpleasant situation slightly more bearable but Faith clearly did not appreciate the sentiment.

"We're on the run for theft, don't make it theft and murder." Her stone gaze was enough to keep you cautious.

"You stay here, I'll go and see what I can find. Somebody must have left a window unlocked or something."

"Great." The cheap bed slats creaked and groaned as she slumped onto the bed. "I can't wait to wear other peoples dirty clothes."

~ Thirty minutes later ~

Faith still lay in the same position as when you left, only now she had a yellowed towel wrapped around her hair and she had forgone her clothes completely.

"I didn't know you were a naturist now."

"Stop being a prevent." She sat up as you crept through the door with a bundle of clothes in your arm and an abundance of panic on your face. "So you are good for something."

You showered the clothes over the bed, all apart from one garment which you threw on the floor at the end of the bedand began to sort what you had managed to... alleviate from other guests.

"Some of these were from cases, some from laundry baskets. We might catch something but its either that or freeze to death." Her face turned to disgust as she carefully rifled through the clothes, Faith was by no means scared to get her hands dirty but who knew what could be lurking in the folds of these fabrics.

"Did you find anything for me to sleep in?" She kept an oversized shirt to one side along with some summery shorts, perfect for the harsh Sunnydale winter, to wear the day after.

"I found... one thing." Slowly your hands sunk into the fluffy, unicorn adorned onesie that you had discovered in the suitcase of what you presumed was a teenager. "I don't think it's your usual style." You held the soft, plushy material up to show her.

"I don't want it."

"I'm not joking, it's all I could find. Get over your pride for once in your life and wear the damn thing. It's better than dying in your sleep." She caught it with ease as you threw it over to her, only for It to quickly find it's way discarded, back onto the un-swept floor.

"I'll take my chances."

~*~

Written by Aaron.