Book One:

One Day

by Amanda

SPOILERS: Starting just before the end of season 5, and running into an AU from there.
RATING: variable, R – NC-17, for violence, language, f/f, and character death
GENERAL COPYRIGHT / DISCLAIMERS: Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Angel the syndicated series and all other characters who have appeared in both shows are the sole property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy & UPN. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This story cannot be sold or used for profit in any way. Copies of this story may be made for private use only and must include all disclaimers and copyright notices.
NOTE: All works remain the © copyright of the original author. These may not be republished without the author's consent.
SUMMARY: Part 6 of 7. Faith is in prison, dealing with what she had done to get there, while life in Sunnydale gets progressively dangerous. (can’t say more, will ruin the surprise)
FEEDBACK: Sure. I can take it all.

"You are fools to come here." Angel stood slowly, almost unfolding from the chair he had been sitting in for most of the evening. Mulling over the events from earlier in the day. He had not wanted Buffy to arrive and see his discussion with Faith. He had hoped that he could beat down the young Slayer enough that she would fold, and run away again. The hold she had over Buffy seemed too strong already, and Angel was at a loss as to how he would be able to break it. He was thinking of ideas, when he had been so rudely interrupted. He wasn't sure what these three humans were after, but maybe if they could help get rid of Faith, it would be worth listening to.

"I beg to differ." The leader of this group said, though he did look nervous as Angel moved closer to him, looking down on him in all of his brooding glory. Angel looked at him; this human and a deep, dark laugh came rolling from his chest. The two others stepped back, scared. Good, they should all be scared of him.

"Okay then. You come here, to this lair of a master vampire, three weak little boys, asking for my help to destroy the Slayers. Why?" Angel set his hands on his hips, looking down at Warren.

"She murdered Bobafet!" Andrew squealed. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy, and he sunk back another step.

"We need your power, and your relationship with the Slayer."

"You need to get a clue." Angel snapped. "You pathetic humans, why would I work with you?"

"You hate her, we hate her. You have the dark powers going on, we have the brains and the technology. Think of the possibilities." Warren beamed.

"I'm not evil." Angel said softly.

"We can change that." Warren grinned, and motioned to Jonathan who stepped forward, taking a glowing orb from his pocket. That got Angel's attention. He watched the yellow light swirling inside of it, and then looked back to Warren. He wondered what these kids had planned for him. He did not know that they were skilled in magic.

"If you kill Faith, you kill Buffy. I will not allow you to harm Buffy." He said taking a step away.

"Maybe we can work around that." Warren grinned.

"I think you should just leave. I don't have time for this." Angel said.

"Don't think you have much choice here, Angel. If you won't help us, I think I know who will."

"No one will help you. I've tried to think of something, but there isn't anything. There is nothing you can do to separate them." Angel sneered.

"We don't want to separate them. We want them both dead." Warren snapped. "Jonathan?" He motioned for the smaller man to do something. Jonathan tossed the orb at Angel's feet. "Let's see if Angelus wants to play."

She was sleeping, but I needed to stretch. I didn't want to move, really, but it was getting to the point where I did not have a choice. Never thought I would be slipping out of B's arms, but I did just that. I walked over to her window, looking out. The sky was still dark, the moon looking massive in the distance. I felt so alive, and so happy. She loved me. Buffy Summers loved me. The whole night had been amazing, knowing her, being close to her. I sighed. This was all too perfect.

"How much longer?" She asked, coming up beside me, slipping her arms around my waist. I leaned into her, feeling the warmth from her skin.

"Maybe an hour, maybe less." I said softly, meaning the sunrise. I could tell without looking at the clock.

"I don't want this night to ever end." B said softly, kissing my neck, moving her lips up.

"What about the new day? Don't you want to see it, live in it?" I whispered, relaxing into her arms.

"If you're with me. Yes Faith, yes I do." I turned and smiled at her. She was with me. She wanted to be. How had I ever gotten so blessed? I kissed the tip of her nose, and then put my arms around her, both of us looking out at the moon.

"When I was away, I would see your face in the moon. I'd wake up before dawn, just to see it, when the world was peaceful and I would see your face. Your eyes, and smile. I would tell you that I loved you, that I would keep you safe." I pressed my cheek to hers as I spoke, but she turned to me, running her fingers down my face. Her eyes where so soft, full of love.

"When did my Slayer get so deep?" She said ‘my'. And I was hers, completely, forever I belonged to her. She made me, and I fought to find the words to tell her how completely.

"When I fell in love with you. When I learned it was an emotion not a currency, when I learned it was powerful and pure. I love you Buffy." I kissed her lips softly, but she pressed forward, slipping her tongue between my lips, tasting me. I groaned against her, feeling her take possession of my mouth, and I let her. Her hands found my shoulders and she was gently pushing on me. I followed her lead, still letting her devour my mouth, as I stepped backwards, leading us to the bed. It hit the back of my knees and I fell back, taking her with me. The air rushed out of my lungs as all of her weight was on me, and I melted under her. I moved my hands into her hair, and claimed her mouth as my own. Dueling tongues, feeling her heart beating faster against my chest, as our bodies, already so in sync began grinding together.

"Faith." She moaned, as our centers brushed, and she wrenched her lips away, arching her back. I moved my lips to her collarbone, licking and sucking at the skin there. I wanted her to know, needed her to feel how much I loved her. Years of desire and want flowed through my veins, and I could not get enough of feeling her skin, tasting her sweat. Not to mention the sound of her moaning my name. My name! I rolled her onto her back, moving my hand down to pull her leg over my hip as I pressed against her even harder.

"I am yours Buffy." I whispered into her ear. "Yours." She bit my shoulder, to keep back a scream as I slipped two fingers inside of her.

"Oh!" Willow sat up swiftly, causing Tara to squeak at the loss of contact. The Wiccas had been sleeping, limbs entwined. For a moment Tara was frightened, being awoken so suddenly by her partner. But then it washed over her and she grinned sheepishly.

"Slayers." She said.

"Naughty Slayers." Willow clarified, running her hand through her hair. Both of them could feel the passion moving through the house. It was like a spell, something, they could feel it pulsing around them, touching their skin.

"You weren't complaining before." Tara said, licking the base of Willow's throat.

"But need sleep now. I don't have slayer stamina." She sighed, looking down at Tara's warm dark blue eyes. "Wish I did." She grinned.

"But we don't." Tara sighed, agreeing that she too was exhausted. Willow ran her finger down Tara's nose, with a smile, and then turned towards their door. Willow chanted lightly in Latin and then move her fingers for effect. Both witches waited, feeling. The spell worked. The overwhelming passion was gone, and the house was quiet again. "Breakfast?" Tara asked.

"Too early." Willow replied, leaning them both back down on the bed, running her toes up Tara's calf. "Smoochies and snuggles though." She kissed Tara gently on the mouth, a kiss of love and happiness.

We were moving together, eyes locked, mouths open. Our breathing was exactly the same, and it felt to me like we were one person. Her eyes where so beautiful, and I curled my fingers inside of her, feeling the muscles contracting around me. I moaned, but kept my eyes open. She followed me, moving her fingers as well. I could feel them stoking me, in rhythm with our thrusts. Our slick bodies moving together. I could feel everything she was feeling, and knew B felt the same.

I knew that the spell had changed us, as much as she didn't want to admit it. It made all of this different. I shouldn't be able to feel out hearts beating in the same rhythm, or feel an echo of what my fingers were doing inside of her. Sharing my soul made us share everything. We always came together, and that was what I wanted us to build to now. I wanted her to come with me, to feel how much I loved her, letting her love echo back to me.

Because I knew, not all of it was real. Deep inside I think a small part of B loved me, really, but all of this, it was too easy, and seemed too much to be exactly what I was feeling. I swallowed hard, pushing all of that away, just concentrating on this moment, these feelings inside of me, inside of her.

"Fuck!" Willow snapped, lifting her head from its comfortable resting place on Tara's chest. The doorbell was ringing. She glared at the clock. It was not even five thirty. They had just started to drift off to sleep again after the marathon Slayers. She growled, rolling off of Tara, and pulling on her robe. "I swear if it is not the end of the world, someone is in serious trouble." She snapped, her eyes flickering black.

"You want m-me to go down, b-b-baby?" Tara asked, leaning up, the blankets falling around her.

"No. You rest. I will kill who ever it is, and then be right back." Willow smiled and then kissed Tara's lips softly.

He was licking his fingers, waiting for someone to open the door. How many times did he have to press that annoying little button before one of them got down there? Ah, he thought, feeling someone on the other side of the door. It flung open, and Willow stood, her eyes wide looking at him.

"Hey, Willow." He said softly, still licking the last of the blood from his fingers. It had been too long since he had tasted human blood. He didn't want to waist any of it.

"Angel." She growled. He must have interrupted something. He grinned.

"Let me in Willow."

"No." She crossed her arms.

"Sun is rising." He said, and it was. He could feel it slipping closer, his blood was singing with it.

"Don't care." She snapped, and then glared at him. "Is, is that blood?" She asked. He felt his cheek; oops he had missed a spot.

"Why yes it is. Sorry, I tend to be a messy eater at times."

"You're evil again?" She sighed.

"No, not really." He grinned. "Willow, we don't have time. You need to let me in."

"Baby?" Tara asked from the steps. Both of them were in robes, Angelus figured he must have interrupted something.

"It's okay Tara. Just Angelus."

"What?" Tara stepped closer, putting her arm protectively around Willow's waist.

"Willow. Let. Me. In." He growled. The sky was lightening.

"No."

"Ugh! I don't have time for this. We have to protect Faith."

"What are you talking about?" Tara looked concerned, well, now Angelus knew who to work on to get in the house, and he needed to do it fast.

"Those humans. They want to kill both of them, and they are going to go after Faith to do it." He pleaded with Tara, giving her his best puppy dogface.

"Why should we believe you?" Willow asked.

"They know they can kill both of them by killing one, witchy. I want Faith to bleed and suffer – but Buffy must live."

"How can we stop them?" Tara asked.

"Use a spell, make me a day walker. I will do the rest." Angelus grinned at them both.

"And kill all of us? I sorta remember all this from before." Willow snapped, she was noticing the sun rising too.

"You must do it." He pleaded.

"Um, no." Willow grinned. Angelus could feel it. The sun. This was bad, very bad. His skin started to smoke lightly.

"Let me in!" He roared.

"Angelus, come in." Tara said softly, and he jumped across the threshold before Willow could protest. He moved to grab Willow, and he was frozen in place. "I am n-n-not stupid. That is a binding spell, Angelus. You c-can't move, until I allow you to."

"Tara, that was so dangerous. He is all tricky and evil." Willow said, as she closed the door.

"I know. But we need to know what is going on," She shrugged. "Angelus go into the kitchen and sit down in a chair." She said to him, and he snarled, but his body began moving.

"You've been practicing." Willow smiled watching the vampire walking away. Tara blushed.

"You never know when you might need that spell." She smiled.

"I should get Buffy." Willow said.

"Buffy felt him come in." Buffy said as she walked down the stairs, tying her rob closed as she walked. "Buffy is a little pissed at two Wicca right now too." She glared at Tara.

"He w-w-was smoking." Tara explained.

"So was I." Faith grumbled, as she came down the stairs pulling on her tank top. "So what does Soul-boy have to say?" She asked, setting her hand lightly on Buffy's waist. Willow smiled seeing them together. She had tried to imagine it in the past, but the image never seemed plausible. But now, she couldn't imagine either girl any other way. They fit together perfectly.

"I think his is all evil again." Willow said.

"Great." Buffy moaned.

"Something else. Some one knows about your connection, and might be coming after you Faith."

"Well, bring it on."

I loved seeing him squirm as we walked into the kitchen. He was being held to the chair, by some kind of magic that was pretty clear. His arms were straining, I could see the muscles and veins just popping. He was pissed. He should be fucking lucky that Tara has a soft heart; otherwise we'd be sweeping up Angel bits from the front porch right now.  Instead I am leaning on the archway, watching B's face as she looks at him. Can't anyone else see the way her eyes glimmered when she walked over to him? I did. Then she's back to my perfect B, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

His face vamped out, and he growled. "I can smell her on you."

"That is what happens when I am with someone." B snapped back. I could see her shoulder twitched; oh she wanted to hit him. That would be good, her pummeling his face in. But that wasn't right, not for now.

"Get over it." I growled, stepping deeper into the room, standing next to Tara. "Why are you here?"

"To warn you." He forced back his human face, to the puppy dog little look.

"Yeah. I believe that." I laughed.

"Angel, what happened to you? I smell blood." Buffy kneeled in front of him.

"Kinda lost my soul. Had a snack." He grinned.

"What?" B asked, setting her hand on his knee. Okay I was not liking that at all. She moved back as suddenly as if I had actually pulled her away.

"That Trio of little boys want you both gone. They know that if they take one out, you both go." He said, watching as B came over to me. She reached her hand out, but it cut through me to see it. She looked like she was being pulled on strings. I moved away from her, and yeah I caught the look Tara shot me just then.

"Let them try." B said, looking hurt when I moved.

"You don't understand Buffy, they may be human, but that is an advantage. You won't stop them, not really." He rolled his eyes to me. "But you, Faith. You can kill them all."

"I won't kill again."

"Sure thing, lover. Sure." He winked, I wanted to smack him.

"I will not kill those three-"

"Two." He grinned.

"Excuse me?" Willow asked, shocked.

"You killed one?" Tara asked.

"Just what's his name." Angelus grinned.

"Andrew?" Willow asked.

"Didn't like him." I shrugged.

"Faith!" Buffy said shocked.

"Being honest." I said, moving further away from everyone. "So two left, so what?"

"So they have guns and magic. And they want you both dead." Angelus grinned. "If there was a way for them to just get you, well then I would be happy. But as it is now, it would hurt Buffy, so I am here to help."

"So how come you ate Andy?" I asked.

"No soul, and he was bothering me. Besides, I was a little hungry."

They were playing right into his hands, Angelus laughed inside. He hated this spell, keeping him in this chair. He grinned internally. He wanted to rip out the wichty duo's throats for doing this to him. It was worse than having that damn soul, not being able to move. He did look kindly upon small favors though, and not being a pile of dust on the porch was kind of worth it. He was watching Faith's face, something was bothering her, and she kept moving away from Buffy. That was interesting. He wondered why that was? He could smell the sex on all four of the girls, but even more strongly on the two Slayers. Still, something seemed to be wrong. Too bad he couldn't pick them apart right now. He had a plan, and he needed to get it moving. Time really was of the essence today.

"It isn't safe here." He said. "They can come in at any time, they will do whatever it takes."

"Why are they so gung ho to kill the Slayers?" Willow asked, sitting at the head of the table, her computer open and on.

"Something about Faith killing someone, Bobo something." Angelus shrugged.

"I doubt they want to kill us because I broke one of their toys." Faith smirked.

"They are nerds." Buffy surmised. "So, they took your soul, but you still came here to help?" She asked him.

"Now that I am all wicked again, thought you and I could have another go, lover. If I remember last time we were a little rushed, and well, you did say no one ever made you feel like I did." Angelus winked, and noticed as Faith flinched.

"I think you have been dreaming again." Buffy scoffed. But he had hurt Faith, and that was the plan. The dark Slayer walked out of the room, but Buffy's attention was directed at him, and she did not notice. "So you came here to help, to make sure I don't get killed. How sweet. Like I believe you."

"They will hurt you in anyway they can, Buffy." He grinned. "How best to hurt the strong and all powerful Slayer?"

"My family." Buffy sighed.

Tara noticed the pain on Faith's face when she slipped out of the room. Something had seemed wrong since they all had come down stairs, and Tara did not think it was just because Angelus was being held in the kitchen. She followed Faith into the living room, seeing the Slayer sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.

"How are you?" She asked, sitting next to Faith.

"Miserable, how about you?" Faith asked.

"W-w-what happened?" Tara set her hand on Faith's shoulder, and felt the girl slump lower.

"Everything I ever wanted." Faith sighed out, still keeping her head down.

"So…" Tara dragged it out, not completely understanding the other girl, or why her aura was so dark.

"Its not real Tara. Its not real." Faith's voice cracked as her body began shacking, and she began sobbing.

"How can you think that?" She put her arm around Faith, pulling the girl against her, and rocking them gently.

"How she is acting, the things she said. When we were together, I felt everything. Like I was doing myself. That's when I knew. It's me, my emotions she is feeling." Slowly Faith raised her eyes, which were red, and tears where rolling down her cheeks. It broke Tara's heart to see her so hurt. Tara cupped her cheeks in her hand, running her thumbs through the tears. This little girl just didn't understand. She had never known love, and just didn't understand that love was a sharing, a bond between two people, where you can become one. But Faith's insecurities were holding her back, keeping her from accepting that this was real, and that she deserved to have Buffy's love.

"No, Faith, she loves you." Tara whispered softly.

"Its all to fast, all to easy." Faith sobbed again, and Tara pulled her to her chest, letting her cry. There was nothing the witch could say right now that would get inside the Slayer's mind. She was so full of doubt.

"So you think they will come after us? After Dawn?" Buffy asked, pacing. She noticed then that Faith and Tara were no longer in the room with them. She listened for Angelus's response, while trying to hear the two women. She felt them in the living room. Okay, they were still here, still safe.

"That is what I would do." He sighed, leaning back in the chair. She hated seeing him like this, the feral eyes, and the attitude. Everything that was different between Angel and Angelus.

"Wills, we need to warn everyone." Buffy said turning to look at her best friend who already had the phone in her hand.

"Way ahead of you." Willow was dialing.

"And we need to get Dawn somewhere safe." Buffy was pacing. If Spike was still here, she would send Dawn there, but with him gone, that really only left Giles. "I will wake up Dawn." Buffy said looking at Angelus again. "Be a good doggy, I will be back." He shrugged at her.

Buffy walked out of the room, and saw Tara and Faith on the couch. The sight cut through to the heart of Buffy. She had not expected it. Tara was holding Faith in her arms, and the younger girl was clearly crying. Why was she crying? Buffy stepped over to them, and looked at Tara. The witches blue eyes were full of unshed tears as well, and she looked at Buffy, trying to show her that she was at a loss, not knowing what to do. "Baby?" Buffy whispered, running her fingers over Faith's hair. The Slayer jumped away from Tara, standing in the room. She used her fists to wipe away her tears. Buffy stepped closer to her. "Faith, what is wrong?"

"Nothin' B. I've five by five." She straightened up, closing off her expression immediately.

"You are lying. Faith don't lie." Buffy said softly.

"Honestly B, nothing is wrong." Faith shoved her hands into the pockets of her pants.

"Right, sobbing on the couch is a clear sign that everything is just hunky dory." Buffy said sarcastically. She wrapped her fingers around Faith's arm.

"Just, erm, everything is so good, going so great, and then this. Just threw me is all. Didn't mean to worry you, B." She smiled softly. Buffy knew she was lying, but if Faith wouldn't talk to her, then there was nothing she could do about it.

"Okay, baby." Buffy said softly, leaning up and kissing Faith's lips softly, tasting the tears there. She wished she had the time to get it out of Faith; to make her smile come back, but there was no time. Not until she completely understood the threat from the nerds. "I have to get Dawn safe." Buffy cupped Faith's cheek. "But once this is all cleared up, you and I will be talking Faith. I need you to be happy. As happy as you make me." She kissed Faith again, and the taller girl pulled her into a tight embrace, pressing their bodies together as she deepened the kiss. In that kiss Buffy felt Faith's promise. And that was enough, for now.

Warren was sitting at his desk, loading his 9mm. Beside him was a shotgun, which was loaded and ready to go. He looked over his shoulder, to see Jonathan helping to close the cut on Andrew's arm.

"Do you think that they believe him?" Jonathan asked.

"He is pretty convincing." Warren beamed.

"Pretty convincing? He bit me!" Andrew squealed, holding up his arm.

"We needed the blood." Warren shrugged, and then slammed in the clip to his gun.

"You could have asked." Andrew whined, and then stood up, walking away.

"So now on to phase two?" Jonathan asked, sitting at his desk, putting together a few last minute touches on his spell.

"Right. We head over there and wait for them to leave the house, then boom." Warren was thrilled with himself and his idea.

"But he is telling them that is our plan."

"So they will expect it. But we know that Faith is not one to hide. She will come out looking for us, just because she thinks she is unstoppable. We will play off of that."

"You can't just walk out there!" Buffy exclaimed, blocking Faith from walking out the door.

"And how do you propose that we get Dawn to Giles, with us sitting in here on our thumbs?" Faith snapped. She was ready to go. Buffy had been amazed when she walked out of the upstairs bathroom. She was in her full Faith glory. Her make up was thick, her clothes tight in all the right places. She was the Slayer, and she was pissed. Buffy wished for the millionth time that morning, that all of this would go away and she could spend the day in her room, naked, with Faith. She shook her head, chastising herself. Buffy had to concentrate. There was a little evil brewing, and she needed to be on her game to stop it.

"Willow or Tara can take her."

"Tara can't go, she has to hold Angelus here. Willow won't leave Tara. So that leaves me. Don't worry B; I can take care of myself. I know what will happen if I don't." Faith leaned forward, running her thumb down Buffy's neck. "I won't let anything happen to you." She said softly.

"I can go by myself. It is still early, and I know all the sneaky ways." Dawn said as she came down the stairs, her backpack over her shoulder.

"No, Dawnie you can't go by yourself." Faith said.

"Who asked you, oh leather one?" Dawn snapped. "God, if Spike was here-"

"He'd be a pile of dust." Faith snapped back. "The sun is out, and none of the little fang boys can help us. So get over it, and follow me."

"No!" Dawn rallied. "I will not go anywhere with you." Faith rolled her eyes backing away.

"Dawn, wear this." Tara stepped out of the dinning room, holding out a small pouch. "It is a protection ward. It will keep you safe. But go straight to Mr. Giles'" Tara said, handing it to the girl.

"Cool, okay Tara." Dawn beamed, and then moved between the Slayers. She glared at Faith. When all of this was over, she would need to sit both Faith and Dawn down so they could get over this distrust. Buffy wanted her family to be happy.

"Thank you Tara." Buffy said smiling.

"S-s-sure." Tara blushed.

"You able to cook one of those up for B?" Faith asked.

"You mean both of you?" Tara said, smiling.

"Whatever."

"I am still working on them." Tara's smile faltered and she went back to the kitchen.

"What is wrong with you Faith?" Buffy asked.

How could I answer that? How does one just come out and say, "Hey remember the mind blowing sex, and the confessions of love last night? I think it is all because of a spell, no matter what you think, you don't really love me, and you never could." Yeah, see, that is just not something that you can come out and say.

"Sorry, B. Wound a little tight." I shrugged.

His tea was perfect, Giles thought as he took a sip. Nothing better than getting it just right, tasting it perfectly. He was determined to enjoy this cup.

His front door was kicked open, causing him to spill his tea over the front of his freshly pressed white shirt.

"Bloody Hell!" He yelled, turning to look at whoever had completely ruined his morning. Two men in suits stepped into the room, followed by a drawn looking Quinten Travers.

"Mr. Giles, I believe you have something here that we need." Quinten said, coming further into the room.

"You are quite mistaken I am sure, Quinten. There is nothing here in Sunnydale that belongs to you. I firmly request that all of you leave my home immediately." He set his cup down, seething inside. How had they discovered that Faith was back in town?

"I don't think that is true, Rupert." Wesley said as he followed the others into the room.

"You poof!" Giles seethed. How could that young man be so incompetent as to reveal Faith's presence to the Council?

"We have come for the Rogue Slayer."

"She has a name. And she will not be going anywhere with you." Giles snapped, moving to pick up the cross bow on his desk. He heard the click of a gun's safety being taken off, and looked up, seeing one of the men pointing it at him. Giles sighed, taking a step back from the table.

"Let's adjourn to somewhere more appropriate for this conversation, shall we?" Wesley prompted, and Quinten nodded in agreement.

Willow was fixing a cup of coffee, keeping one eye on Angelus, the other on how many teaspoons of sugar she was adding. She noticed Buffy come into the room. The blonde Slayer walked past Angelus who growled at her, straining again to fight the magic that held him down. It was still early in the morning, but already Buffy looked drawn, tried. Though, Willow smiled, she knew neither Slayer had gotten much sleep last night.

"So?" Willow asked softly, when Buffy came up beside her.

"Huh?" Buffy asked, distracted.

"Well?" Willow nudged her with her elbow.

"Well what?" Buffy asked, pouring some coffee for herself.

"You know." Willow said, still whispering, rolling her eyes.

"You are wigging me out!" Buffy exclaimed.

"My best friend joins the ‘family' – I have to know Buffy. How was it? I mean, I don't need details, though, no, no, no details is good. I just, what I mean was, I know that it can be," Willow was falling deeper into embarrassed babble mode.

"Oh." Buffy breathed out, turning to look her best friend in the eye. "It was amazing, Will."

"I could tell." Willow shared a conspiratorial grin.

"Huh?" Buffy asked, her smile and glassy eyes snapping back to reality.

"You two had so many sparks, erm, well, that is, we could feel them." Willow said.

"Oh." Buffy squeaked, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

"No, Buffy, sparks are good, sparks are very good."

"There were definitely sparks." Buffy said wistfully, and then took a sip of coffee.

"How are you?" Willow asked. She had noticed there was some distance between the Slayers since Angelus' arrival. She had thought they would be inseparable.

"I never knew what I was missing. But now I do. It was her." Buffy looked at Willow, her eyes watering, just slightly. "It's like I want to make up for all of the lost time. It was, I, she was – God." A huge grin pulled up the corners of her lips.

"Wow." Willow sighed.

"Huge wow." Buffy grinned, still blushing. "I love her so much, Wills." She set her cup down. "But."

"But? But! There should be no but there. Well maybe a butt, butt, but certainly no but."

"Calm down." Buffy laughed, setting her hand on Willow's arm. "The but is that I think she is afraid. No. I know she is."

"About what? Together you two can smash the nerd herd, and then back to many smoochies."

"She doesn't believe it, Willow. I think she truly believes that everything I am feeling is because of the spell." Buffy sighed. "I don't know how to convince her that it isn't the spell, it isn't this soul inside of me. It's her, and I love her."

"Well the whore is right." Angelus snapped. He must have been able to hear their whispers.

"What?" Buffy snapped turning.

"The spell. It is making you do all of this, making you feel for her." Angelus grinned.

"You are lying." Buffy growled, stepping closer to him.

"Um, no I am not. Come on Buffy!" He laughed. "You couldn't stand her, you hated her before you died. And now she's been back for a couple of days and you jump into bed with her? Please. This is all because of the spell. Think about it, how could someone like you ever really want to be with someone like her?" He scoffed. Buffy slapped him, hard.

"You have no idea-"

"Buffy, I know you. I have watched you for years. I know how you work. Jumping into the sack with Faith, that isn't you." He grinned, licking the blood from his cut lip.

"Has a point, don't he?" Faith asked. All of them turned to look at her as she stood in the archway. Her eyes were cold, her face a mask. But Willow could feel that inside the young girl was breaking. "Makes a lot of since." She shrugged.

"Faith, no. It makes no sense." Buffy stepped closer to her, but Faith stepped away.

"It's all five by five, B. We have more important things to worry about." Faith shrugged.

"You cannot come in here, we are not open." Anya said, as she was pushed aside by a large man in a dapper suit. She toppled to the floor. "Hey!" She called, looking up, watching more men come in. Mr. Giles was with them. "Mr. Giles, we are not open yet!" She pleaded.

"Anya, these are not customers." Mr. Giles said, and then was pushed. He stumbled, but did not fall.

"This place is closed for the day." Quinten said, looking at Anya. "Go home."

"No!" She said, standing. "I legally own half of this establishment. I need customers for money, so please leave."

"Anyanka, that was not a request." Quinten said.

"Council." She said flatly. "I thought I recognized you." She set her hands on her hips, puffing herself up. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she had a feeling. "I will not leave, and you can all just deal with that." She said, and walked past some of the men. She needed to figure out a way to tell Buffy and Faith that they were here.

"Fine. Just fix some tea then."

"Hello? Do I look like I am a maid? I am an owner, fix your own tea." She snapped, and went behind the counter, to begin loading the safe back up.

"Fine." Quinten motioned for one of the men to make his tea.

"You cannot take Faith away from here, she must go willingly. I will not allow it." Giles snapped as he sat in the chair.

"You have no say in any of this, Mr. Giles." Quinten said smugly.

"I beg to differ."

"No you do not understand the power of the Council. Neither you nor Miss Summers ever has. We are tired of asking nicely. This how it will be. Faith is coming back to England with us, and we will test your theories." Quinten crossed his arms.

"You are all mad. The tests we have done are conclusive. There is only one Slayer. And that Slayer is divided between the two of them. You cannot separate the girls, I will not allow it."

"Again, Rupert. You have no say. Faith will come to us, and will go with us willingly. There is nothing that she would not do for Miss Summers that much is clear. And now that we have the Key in our possession." Another man, stepped out from the training room, Dawn in his arms. Anya froze. This was so bad, on so many levels.

"You bastard. Dawn is no longer the key, she is completely human."

"And she will die like a human unless we get what we want. And we want Faith." Quinten said. Anya had to get word to the others.

"Faith, no." Buffy said softly, stepping even closer, grabbing onto the younger girls arms, using her slayer strength, as Faith was trying to move away. "Baby, no. It isn't true." Buffy didn't know what she could do to get Faith to understand.

"It is." Faith dropped her head down.

"No, I have loved you for so long. So much longer than before that stupid spell." Buffy wanted to hold her, kiss her. But she knew the minute she let her grip go, Faith would move away again.

"I felt it." Faith hissed, looking up again. The look in her eyes was so sad.

"Felt what?" Buffy whispered, and there was no one left in the room with her, to Buffy the world had just slipped away.

"I felt everything that I was doing to you, when we were." Faith stopped swallowing. "It was like I could feel it myself. That has never happened before."

"Faith, that is what it is like when you are with some one you love." Tara whispered from behind them. "It has nothing to do with any spell."

"Keep lying, maybe you all will believe it." Angelus snapped. This time Willow slapped him.

"B, we don't have time for this. We need to stop whatever plan those kids have."

"Later can we talk about this?" Buffy pleaded.

"Sure, B. Later." Faith tried to smile, but it just wasn't fully there. Reluctantly Buffy let her go, and her smile beamed when Faith did not leave the room.

"Okay. First thing we need to do is fix Angelus." Buffy said.

"Fix? There isn't anything wrong with me that a little Slayer blood won't fix." He grinned, fangs elongating.

"We need to get your soul back, Angelus." Buffy said, annoyed with him all over again.

"Why can't you just let me stay this way? I promise to be good. Eating everyone nice and quick this time. No games, just death." He winked at her. "What do you say?"

"You've already killed once today, Angelus. Not again. This isn't what you want. We need to get you back."

"And you will forgive him all over again." Faith mumbled, but Buffy heard it.

"It's not him, it's a demon." Buffy said gently.

"God, I can't believe you. All of you. After everything you'll just go ‘we forgive you'. Ironic." Faith exclaimed, and then stormed out of the house.

"Well, she is a little moody. What, that time of the month?" Angelus giggled.

"Shut up or I will stake you!" Buffy snapped. "Will, what do you need?"

"Just the normal stuff. I actually have a ‘Angelus lost his soul again' kit at the Magic Box." She beamed.

"You what? Why?"

"Well, seeing you two all lovey dovey. Sorry Buffy, just trying to plan ahead." Willow shrugged.

"Fine. I will go." She turned to look out the open door. "I hope she stays safe."

"Buffy, no matter what, Faith will always protect you." Tara said, handing the Slayer her coat.

"Bad Fucking Day." I grumbled as I walked down the street. I purposely made my footsteps heavier, wanting to feel the jolt in my knees when my foot touched the ground. I should be dancing around, a smile plastered on my face. This should be the happiest day of my life. So why was I freaking out? Why was I worried about little things like, the fact that I didn't trust B to love someone like me? Why did I think it was the spell? Our shared soul? Why couldn't I just go with it, enjoy the fact that she had said she loved me, that she had made love to me?

Cause it felt like she was settling. And I never wanted to be second best to her, or to Him. I wanted to be chosen, to be picked first.

God, I was a fool. What was I thinking? Maybe I was just letting my insecurities get the better of me. Blondie may be right. I mean I had never made love to somebody, maybe that was all that made it different, made it so mind blowingly wonderful. It wasn't about getting some, getting off, and getting gone. It was about how she was feeling, and how she was making me feel.

I stopped, and looked around. I was already about six blocks away from the house. What was I doing? Getting all emotional and caught up in myself. There where two little twerps running around jonesing to kill me and B, and I was moping like a fucking high school girl who didn't get a note in her locker. I was not going to screw this up.

I turned back around, heading for the house.

Buffy had driven, nearly killing about ten people along the way, to the Magic Box. She was in such a rush; she failed to notice the closed sign and the drawn blinds. If she had, walking in seeing a large assemblage of the Watcher's Council would not have been such a shock.

As it was her eyes rounded, then turned to angry slats as she saw her sister and Giles tied to chairs around the table.

"What are you doing here?"

"We want the Rogue." Quinten said with a smile as he stood, walking over to Buffy.

"Rogue? She has a name, and it is Faith." She snapped, looking up at him, glaring openly. "You can't have her."

"Please, Faith," He said her name with distaste, "is evil."

"Not anymore she isn't." Buffy snapped.

"How long has she been here? Really Miss Summers how long has it been for her not being evil?" Quinten actually grinned at her. Oh she wanted to slap that grin from his face, but she knew that she couldn't. His words seemed to echo in her mind.

"Um, erm, well." She faltered.

"Not long. We don't know what will happen over time with her. Looking back over events it is clear to see that out of the gate her performances are exemplary, but what about after. When something happens to set her off?" He began. Buffy noticed a few of the guards moving their hands under their coats. She had to be very mindful of what was going on around her. "Really, we don't want to hurt her, or anyone else here. We are on your side."

"Not hurt!" Anya exclaimed, jumping up from where she was sitting behind the counter. She was moving her hands around excitedly. "Not hurt? Is that why we are all being held here, is that why we are pawns to you until Faith shows up? Please you said you would kill all of us to get to Faith!"

"You what!" Buffy lunged forward, but was stopped when a gun muzzle pressed into her side. She froze, and if looks could kill Quinten would be dead.

"Miss Summers, you really don't seem to understand. There need to be tests."

"We did the tests. Giles, tell them." She put her hands on her hips.

"We have seen those results, and they are not conclusive. We need to know for sure what the connection is and how strong."

"Hold it right there, Slayer." Behind me. I stopped and turned around slowly, seeing all three of them standing there. Warren had his little gun; the one I bitch slapped him, with aimed at my chest. This is what I get for not paying attention walking down the street in Sunnydale. I looked at all of them, and then it dawned on me.

"Hey, Andy. We thought you had gone and gotten yourself eaten." I smirked. Why would Angelus lie? Unless. "He's batting for your team, isn't he?"

"Angelus and I have an agreement, yes." Warren said.  "He wanted to take you both out himself, but well, I think I deserve the pleasure of killing two slayers."

"Think you can handle it, little man?" I was thinking through my options, which weren't many. I needed to keep talking until I came up with something. "You ever killed before?" I stepped closer to him. "I have, a couple of times. But see, I never was a coward who used a gun. Prefer sharp things." I slipped my knife out from the sheath under my coat. I ran my thumb down the blade. "Think you are man enough? Want to dance without your little toy?"

"See, the thing is, every body goes about killing you the wrong way." Warren said. "Poison, beating, knives. If you really want to do it, then I say, do it efficiently." He grinned. "Oh, and Faith. I've killed before, and I kind of like it." He pulled the trigger, and I didn't stop to think, I just moved.

Willow was pacing. What was taking Buffy so long? Angelus was making her nervous, just glaring up at her. She moved back over to the window.

"Where is she?"

"Taking her sweat time." Angelus growled. "You know what?" She looked over her shoulder at him, watching him stand up from the chair. What! He wasn't supposed to be able to move. "I am tried of playing around witchy. Time to taste you." His face morphed into the demon and he moved forward.

Buffy shuddered, feeling pain moving through her upper body. She couldn't cry out, as she was too busy staring down Quinten and demanding Giles and her sister's release. She furrowed her brow, and pushed away the man beside her with a gun. God! Something hurt.

"You will get the hell out of my town." Her voice was strained, and Dawn looked at her concerned.

"Buffy!" Dawn exclaimed.

"Dear God." Quinten mumbled. Okay, it hurt a lot now. She felt something dripping down her arm, and turned to her shoulder. Blood was soaking through the shirt she wore, and she heard it dripping onto the tiled floor.

"Faith!" Buffy whispered, then shot her eyes back at Quinten. "Is this enough proof for you?" She screamed, dropping to her knees. God, please no, not Faith.

"You son of a bitch." I yelled, ignoring the bullet in my shoulder and the pain. I stepped closer to him, my fingers around his wrist, breaking it with a snap. He dropped the gun screaming. "You are hurting B. And nobody fucking hurts B." I punched him in the face, sending him flying back. I turned to the other two. Jonathan looked at me, his eyes round, and then he dropped the gun in his hands.

"Where's Angelus?" He asked me.

"Soul-boy won't save you." I snarled.

"No, he, he is impervious to magics. He was working with us, to get back inside and then to kill you all." Jonathan mumbled. Andrew shoved him.

"Don't tell her the plan, just kill her!" Andrew brought the shotgun up, level to my chest. I stepped closer to hum, kicking the gun away.

"I don't have time for this." I picked up the guns and broke them over my knee. "So he was faking?" I asked Jonathan again.

"Yes."

"Shit!" Willow and Tara! I took of sprinting back to the house.

Angelus grabbed Willow's shoulders, lifting her off the ground. He was tired of waiting. The boys would understand, and hey, if they didn't, it didn't really matter to him, because they were next. With the Slayers out of the way, Sunnydale would be his, ripe for the taking. Just as ripe as the red head in his arms.

"I did this all wrong last time, witch. Playing around." He pushed her head to the side exposing her neck. "I think I'll just have a taste." He bared his teeth.

"Willow!" Tara screamed from behind them, and Angelus whipped his head around, growling at the interruption.

"You'll get a turn, don't worry." He moved back to Willow. Tara chanted her holding spell again, and Angelus felt it hit his back and then slide away, to nothing. He laughed. "Magic doesn't work cutie."

Tara rushed at him, and Angelus threw back his arm, connecting with her chest, sending her flying across the room.

"I can't believe it." Quinten mumbled, watching as Giles wiped the blood from Buffy's shoulder. There was no visible wound. "How is this?"

"We told you!" Giles yelled.

"But there is no sign of damage." Wesley was dumbfounded as well.

"They are connected, more so now that they have been together." Anya said coming back into the room with more wet towels. Everyone looked from her to Buffy, shocked. "It has happened in the past, before you know. Not with Slayers, per se. But there have been a few mates tied by one soul." Everyone looked at her again. "Aren't you guys supposed to read all of those books you house?" She shook her head, bending to clean up the blood on the floor.

"What more proof do you need, Quinten?" Buffy asked, moving away from Giles. The pain was lessening now. Buffy wasn't too worried, not yet. The pain was in her shoulder, and she knew, she could feel that Faith was still alive.

"This is extraordinary, but what of her feelings, her propensity for evil?" Wesley mused.

"She won't be evil. She is protecting her mate." Anya scoffed. "Really, you all are fools."

Tara felt the power in his swing, and her feet leaving the floor. She was moving through the air, and time seemed to slow. She could feel the wind in her hair, moving her skirt. Her one thought was for Willow.

"TARA!" Willow screamed, and the world came crashing back fast. Tara slammed into the wall, hitting her head with a sickening crack.

"Well that is something that we will have to see for ourselves." Quinten snapped back. "Where is she? If she is so good, and protecting of you and yours, Miss Summers, where is she?"

"We have a slight problem." Buffy said standing. "Seems there are some humans out to kill us both today. And from the look of what happened, I'd say they got in a good shot."

I flew through the back door, in time to see Tara leaning against the wall, blood smeared behind her. Spinning I saw Willow, and stopped. Angelus was surrounded by a black energy, which was crackling with red electricity. Willow's eyes were jet black, and her hair was moving by an invisible wind.

"You dare hurt my Tara!" She howled, and Angelus screamed. His was in full game face now. What in the hell had happened here?

"Willow." Murmured from beside me. I kneeled next to Tara, gathering her in my arms.

"God, Tara, are you alright?" I asked her, tenderly touching the back of her head, feeling her blood there.

"Help, Willow. That black magic can't hold him for long." Tara whispered. Well that was enough for me,

"Willow, Stop!" I yelled, and breaking her concentration, Angelus slumped to the floor. She turned her eyes on me, squinting. "Magic won't stop him." I pulled out my stake. "But I can." I grinned, moving closer to him.

"Thanks for the save, Faithy." He sprung up to his feet, and I punched him soundly across the jaw. OW! That fucking hurt my arm. Then I realized I was still walking wounded, and I needed to get this done fast.

"I know B is going to be pissed at me for this, but see, right now, I think you need this." I kicked him down to the ground again. Willow was still to close by, and I shot her a glance, she nodded, moving away, behind me to Tara.

"I smell your blood, Faithy. Did they get you good? Did you kill them all? I bet you did. I know how much you love the kill." He spat. I kick his face again. I would not play his game, letting him get his strength back by getting me to talk. I kicked him as hard as I could, flipping his body in the air, and moved forward with the stake, feeling it slip into his skin. Right into his stomach. He howled and then looked down laughing. "You missed."

"Naw, that hurts. I know. See, B gutted me for you. Now I am gutting you for B." I smiled and pushed harder on the stake.

"You are too scared little girl." He growled. "She will hate you for doing this to me."

"I can deal with that." I shrugged, and then plunged another stake into his heart.

"Oh my God." Willow whispered from behind me, as Angelus's face froze, and then fell away to dust.

"Faith, what happened?" Willow asked as Faith fell to her knees, once Angelus slipped away. She watched as the Slayer moved her hands though the ash on the ground, like she was looking through it for something. "Faith?" Willow asked, again. When she had come to her senses after Faith yelled at her, Willow had noticed the large amount of blood covering the girls' chest and her hands.

"Sorry." Faith said softly, and then stood up, turning to face the two Wicca. "Is Tara okay?" She asked.

"I'm okay, Faith. Promise." Tara smiled, but closed her eyes in pain.

"Take her to the hospital, Willow. I have to go." Willow stood and grabbed the Slayer's arm.

"You are bleeding."

"I know." Faith smiled. "Warren shot me." She looked around. "Where's B?"

"Magic Box." Willow said.

"Okay. I have to make sure she is okay."

"But, Faith are you okay?"

"I'm five by five, Red. Now I need to get to her. I stopped the nerds for a while, but there will be back, and I need to make sure she is safe when I do." Faith moved to the door, looking back over them both. "Take care of her, Willow." Faith nodded to them both and then stepped out the door.

"You told her what?" Warren screamed, and then slapped Jonathan across the face. "Andrew, tie him up. He is a traitor. I don't have time for him right now." Warren sneered. "Just know little man, when this is over, you will wish I just killed you."

"So you think she killed Angelus?" Andrew asked, picking up some rope.

"Probably." Warren looked around the room. "Doesn't matter. Nothing matters. The Slayers will not live much longer."

I was getting tired, jogging through the streets. This day really sucked. I got in a fight with B, I got shot, and then I staked B's first true love. Yeah, could this day get any worse?

"Faith."

My body was frozen in place. I couldn't move. Great. I just had to go and ask what could make it worse. I should have known better. A woman with curly brown hair walked in front of me.

"Faith." She smiled. "I have been looking all over for you."

"Now is not really a good time."

"Now is the perfect time." Her face shifted to this ripped and oozing visage. Okay, she was an ugly demon.

"Honestly, today is not good for me. Want to make an appointment for next week? Then I will kill you quick, I promise." I grinned. At least my voice and face worked, if not my arms and legs. Then she laughed. Okay, not liking the laugh.

"Faith. I have been looking for you for years. I just got lucky I guess. I am in town to visit Anyanka, and to my surprise here you are."

"Anya? You know the demon?"

"Ex-demon."

"But you aren't an ex?"

"No, no I am not." She moved her hand, and I felt the mobility come back into my limbs. "I am Halfrek. I have come to grant you a wish."

Buffy was pacing, keeping her eye on the guard at the door. She needed to figure out a way to get through that door, and get Giles and Dawn to safety.

"Please sit down. No one is leaving until the Slayer arrives." Wesley said to her quietly.

"Hello, Slayer already here." Buffy snapped. "I can't believe you betrayed us all, Wesley. I thought you learned your lesson last time."

"Lesson? Yes I have learned that one needs the support and backing of the Watcher's Council. There is no Slayer without them."

"And you figured this out while in L.A.? Cause I have to tell you it sounds crazy. There were Slayers before the Council, and there will be a Slayer after. You all do nothing but get in the way. You offer nothing to the cause, but instead sit in your libraries, researching and trying to wage war. None of you know what it is like to live as the Slayer, to feel it inside of you, to know that no matter what you are thinking or feeling it is your Duty to go out every night and risk your life for humanity. None of you have any idea what that is like, so I really don't think I need to sit here and listen to anymore of your moaning. Faith is staying here, with me, and we will fight the good fight until it is our time, and then the next Slayer will come. And I hope you learned your lessons this time and know that you need to stay out of the fucking way." Buffy ranted, and when she stopped clapping was heard coming from the basement stairs. Faith walked into the room, still clapping.

"That is my girl." Faith beamed.

"Faith!" Buffy exclaimed and ran to her, throwing her arms around her neck, and kissing her cheeks. "God, you are hurt, what happened?"

"Slow down tiger." Faith said, running her fingers through Buffy's hair. She kissed her lips softly.

"Eww." Dawn groaned.

"See, I told you. Mates." Anya beamed proud of herself.

But Buffy didn't care, just knowing that Faith was okay, and warm and safe in her arms calmed her heart. She leaned back from the kiss, looking up into deep brown eyes.

"I'm sorry." Faith whispered, and then pecked her on the lips, moving out of her arms. She walked over to face the group of the Council's men. "First things first. Hi!" She wiggled her fingers at them. "Now then. I want Giles and the Kid out of here, like pronto, and I want them to have a little Council guy with a gun to escort them home."

"Faith?" Buffy asked.

"Those Star Wars rejects are still out there, and they want more than just to put a hole in my shoulder. So I want those two gone. Safe."

"Too late." Giles mumbled, as the door blew in, and four Gnarthla demons pushed through the door.

I was not expecting that. Demons. Sure I was thinking bombs and machine-guns, but Demons? This was just too much!

Buffy looked to the demons coming in. She had fought them before. They were strong, and pretty smart. Standing at nearly seven feet tall, with the horns protruding from their green scaled skin.

"Rude much? My girlfriend was talking." Buffy said, moving over to punch the first one.

"Get them out of here!" Faith yelled at the Council's men, as she ran forward to jump on another's back, taking his neck in her hands and twisting. She felt the bones snap, but the demon was still trying to buck her off.

"Stab in the heart. You need to stab them in the heart!" Anya cried out to the two Slayers. Faith pulled her knife back out and plunged it deep into the demon's back, shoving with all of her strength, feeling the flesh part, her hand get coated in the thick blood. She was pushing and grunting to reach the heart. She felt the knife vibrate in her slick hand and the demon fell to the ground. She pulled her arm back out, flinging blood all over the Council's men who were standing too close gawking. She had no patients for them right now.

"Fight or flight boys!" She yelled, lifting an axe from a display case. "B!" She called, tossing it at the blonde slayer, who caught it, and turned at the same time, taking the head off of the demon she was fighting.

"Thanks, Faith." She smiled, and winked, moving on to another demon.

"Looks like a full house." Warren grinned as he stepped inside of the room. "Your little play things are doing well." He said to Andrew, who beamed with the complement.

Faith and another demon went crashing through the bookcase, sending relicts and debris flying. Quinten barely managed to jump out of the way. "To many people, not enough demons. Better even the odds." Warren whispered to himself, and then took aim at the portly Englishman standing alone, watching in awe as Faith killed another demon.

I caught the glint of steel out of the corner of my eye. I was seriously considering killing Warren, guilt and humanity be damned. He was pissing me off, in the worst way. I stabbed the demon under me, a quick look to my left, to see that B was working on hers. Okay, now I would deal with Warren.

Oh Shit. I thought. He was going to shoot Quinten. Maybe it would be for the best, take the Council down a peg or two.

Damn!

Faith jumped at Quinten, her lips pulled back in a snarl, just as the gun blasted. One of the Council's guards, spun towards Warren, firing rapidly, filling his chest with bullets. Buffy killed her demon and then took a staggering step back. She was dizzy. She looked around the room, and saw Quinten lying on the floor, Faith on top of him. She rushed over, feeling weaker with each step. She couldn't get close enough. She fell to her knees on the ground. Everything slowed, as she watched Quinten sit up and gently turn Faith over onto his lap.

Faith's eyes were blinking, and her mouth was twitching. Buffy could see the hole in the chest of Faith's shirt. She looked down and saw blood beginning to pool on her own chest. Buffy moaned, trying to reach out for Faith.

"She saved me." Quinten mused, looking down at Faith's face. She coughed, and blood rolled from her lips. Softly, so softly Quinten had to lean down to hear her, he heard Faith's voice.

"I wish my wish be done."

A flash of light surrounded the Slayers, and then Buffy felt all of the pain leaving her chest, to be replaced by a surge of power that she felt in every fiber of her being, every cell, every blood vessel. She felt it over take her. What had she done? What was happening? 

"FAITH!"

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