Mehane roadtrip? Maybe as teenagers on the run from their crappy home lives?
Tara drives in a way that could be described as “death-defying,”
and she says it’s because she learned how to drive in a mostly rural area. This
doesn’t really make a lot of sense to Faith, who figures that Tara would be the
kind of driver who’s extra careful simply because Tara’s the kind of person who’s
It takes them both a few weeks of driving for Tara to tell Faith
that she drives fast because she stole her dad’s car to leave home and she
always feels like he’s behind her. She says she knows it’s silly, knows her dad
couldn’t care less about her, but some part of her is still always
afraid that he found his car and he’s using it to try and find her.
Faith knows the way that feels. The twisty fear of your parent
chasing you down to teach you a lesson and the even worse fear that they don’t
care enough to try.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
Tara looks up from the wheel. She’s wearing way too much
eyeliner; ever since Faith told her it looked badass, Tara’s put more and more
on each day (she looks like a raccoon, but a cute one). “For what?”
“You drove out to be with me,” says Faith. “‘Cause my mom was
getting worse, and I wasn’t tough enough to just stick it out, and—and now
you’re gonna spend the rest of our drive out to Sunnydale looking over your
shoulder for your asshole dad, and I’m sorry.”
“That’s not the way it works,” says Tara. “Okay?” And she takes
Faith’s hand, holding it tight.
They don’t kiss a lot. Mostly it’s because they’re driving
almost all the time, but it’s also because they never know who might drive by.
They made out one time on the side of the road and some kids drove by and
shouted words at Tara that made Faith chase the car down and rip the door off
with her Slayer strength. She kinda figures those kids won’t be saying words
like that anymore, and she can probably take care of Tara if shit goes wrong, but
it still doesn’t hurt to be careful because Tara is the most precious thing in
Faith’s entire world.
Consequently, when Tara takes Faith’s hand, lacing
their fingers together in a now-familiar way, Faith feels so loved that she’s