Eagerly the slayer took a seat. She turned and gave Quentin a look of gratitude. He merely nodded for them to start the tape. Faith sat back with a smile as the screen was filled with the scoobies and Buffy. The small slayer was holding Mr. Peepers and buying him an ice cream cone.

Faith could feel her eyes fill with tears as she watched the next scene with them at the park. *Buffy was okay!* She choked back her tears and glanced at the head watcher. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it, Faith. I'm glad to see that Buffy being well and back with her friends makes you happy. That's a sign of real progress. Perhaps if things continue to go this well, I may rethink my stance on Miss Summers." He stood up and removed the tape, handing it to Faith. "You may hang on to this. There's a VCR in your room if you care to watch the rest."

Travers smiled as the young slayer raced from the room with the tape. He turned and looked at Smith who sneered.

"You cut out the part with the boy, didn't you?!" The councilman angrily accused.

Quentin replied rather dryly. "I would watch your tone if I were you, Smith. Many on the Council were never quite convinced of your innocence in that last fiasco. I shouldn't want to believe that you wish harm to either of the slayers."

Smith stammered, nervously. "Of course not. It's just that the part with Miss Summers kissing that boy would have played well into our hands. Isn't keeping them apart the plan?!"

"Not necessarily. Faith has changed quite a bit and for the better, I might add. So we must ask ourselves what could have inspired such a remarkable transformation." Quentin stood up to leave. "And of course, it always comes back to Miss Summers. Better our slayer is happy and hopeful. It will give her goals to work toward. Seeing Miss Summers again would still be the ultimate prize. That Mr. Smith is what gives us control and loyalty." With that Travers left to go prepare for their evening training.

.......

Faith sat in her room, watching the tape over and over. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gazed at Buffy's image. *Damn! I love you so much.* She traced Buffy's lips on the screen, leaning her forehead against the tv.

The tape was so wonderful. It was all happy scenes. Although Faith knew Buffy well enough to sense the air of sadness about the other slayer. She perceived that as a possible good. *Maybe she misses me too.*

Faith rewound the tape and played it again. It was filled with images of the scoobies and Buffy doing all sorts of things. shopping, playing with Mr. Peepers, and having dinner with Mrs. Summers. One thing Faith couldn't help but notice was the absence of Riley. She beamed when Quentin opened the door.

"Are you ready for a spot of training?"

"I'm your girl." Faith jumped to her feet and grabbed her jacket.

Smith stood in the doorway glaring at the group as they left with Faith. This wasn't going at all the way he had intended. It was time for some active interference on his part. The councilman stormed out of the mansion, prepared to bring in assistance.

........

"Yes? What is it, Riley? You want to vent some more?" Buffy wearily took a seat. She was trying to be understanding and fair toward her former boyfriend, but it was becoming a greater struggle with each passing moment.

"No, that's not it." He sat next to her on the porch swing and took her hand. "I want to tell you that I forgive you. And that I will wait for you to readjust to your life back in Sunnydale, because you will. You'll adjust, Buffy. Maybe this thing with Faith was just a fluke. It doesn't matter though. She's gone, but I'm still here. I know you don't want to be alone. You need somebody who loves and understands you, and I still do."

Riley forced back his guilt over deceiving the little slayer. She looked so broken-hearted when he mentioned that Faith was gone. But this was for the best, even if Faith was still alive, they didn't belong together. Buffy belonged with someone who truly loved her and could take care of her like he would.

Buffy fought back her tears as she thought about the possibility of Faith really being gone forever. *No, Giles will find out!* She shoved at him and tried to stand. But the farm boy pulled her into his arms easily, she was sobbing too hard to fight him.

A creaking sound to his right caught his attention; he spun around to see Spike perched up against a tree, smoking.

The vampire pushed off and walked toward them. "You alright, slayer?" He tilted his head as he took in Buffy's tear stained face.

"Get lost, Spike!" The Iowa boy growled fiercely.

Buffy couldn't miss the venom in Riley's tone. It surprised her slightly. She pulled away and looked toward the vampire. "Yes, I'm fine. Thanks." With that the slayer got up and went into the house. Leaving the two men standing on the porch glaring at one another.

......

Willow took a seat next to Giles. "When do you want to do that spell?"

"Tomorrow." The watcher pushed the pile of books toward the little red head and sat back, wondering at all the strange behavior among the group. They obviously all knew something that he wasn't privy to.

*****
Part 9: Best Case Scenario

Spike came into the house and sat down. "Hi Joyce."

"Spike, what a pleasant surprise. Can I offer you a drink?" Mrs. Summers smiled, happy to have another guest. The house had been empty for far too long.

"Yes, that would be swell." He smirked as he noticed Riley's scowl.

They both turned when they heard Buffy's voice. She was coming downstairs, carrying her monkey. The little fellow was wearing the tiniest pair of pants rolled at the cuffs and a t-shirt that had written across it the words, Momma's Boy.

Spike chuckled when he saw the monkey. "Fancy that. You've got a maternal side, slayer." He noticed Riley tense up and grinned. "Give him here." The vampire held out his arms, interested in having a closer look at the monkey.

Mr. Peepers gazed up at him wide-eyed. Spike smelled strange, compared to the others, but the monkey didn't detect any malice so he went willingly into the vampire's arms.

"Aww. would you look at that. He knows who he likes." Spike snickered when he noticed the animal's apparent dislike for Riley. The little monkey was sitting in Spike's lap, but constantly checking on Riley's whereabouts. "It's okay, little fellow. I don't like Captain Cardboard either." The vamp whispered, laughingly.

Mr. Peepers climbed off Spike's lap and headed for the kitchen. He returned carrying the plate of hors d'oeuvres, which he held out for Spike. The vampire was amused at how well trained Buffy had her pet. It made sense though. The slayer always kept everyone on a short leash. Spike reached for a stuffed mushroom, giving the monkey a pat on the head. "That a boy. Behave for your mum."

Riley watched with jealously. Perhaps he was going about this all wrong. If Spike was going to pretend to like the little pest, maybe he should too.

"Hey there, little fellow. I'll take one of those." Riley gestured toward the tiny monkey's serving tray.

Mr. Peepers looked at the farm boy and back at Spike who nodded, encouraging the little monkey's mischief.

Mr. Peepers calmly went to Riley and poured the tray onto his lap. Spike roared with laughter as the soldier leapt up cursing.

"Slayer, where did you get such a fine animal?! I must have one." The bleach blonde held out his arms as the monkey ran to him.

Riley reached toward them, but Spike held him away. "You weren't going to try and hurt him, were you?! Not a big ole boy scout, like yourself!"

The women had run into the room from the kitchen. "What's going on in here?"

"The little guy tripped and dropped the tray and this ponce starts carrying on and scarin' the poor fellow." Spike held the monkey protectively, glaring at the flustered soldier.

"Riley! I'm ashamed of you! He's just a baby!" Buffy took the tiny monkey from the vampire. "Thanks Spike." She headed upstairs with the witches following.

Spike rocked back on his heels, gloating. He was going to have to bring that little animal a present. It gave him such a sense of satisfaction to watch Riley stand there and sputter.

"I've had it with you!" The farm boy reached for Spike, but Giles stood up between the two of them.

"That's enough! You're both acting like children!" The watcher turned and looked at Spike. "Shame on you for encouraging a simple-minded animal to misbehave." He glanced at Riley. "And shame on you for being so easily drawn in. I'm somewhat surprised at your lack of maturity, Riley. Now sit down and be quiet before I throw both of you out!"

The two rivals eyed at each as they took their seats.

......

Faith went through the factory, staking each vamp with minimal effort. Spinning her stake, she caught the last one and turned around grinning. One of the accompanying watchers marked down her score as they headed back toward the mansion. It was a controlled test so simple enough for the young slayer.

Faith glanced back at Quentin. "So Jeeves, were you serious about maybe letting me talk to Buffy soon? Cause if I do this right I can go back to Sunnydale, can't I?"

Travers smiled as he answered. "The name is Quentin Travers. You may call me, Mr. Travers."

"Okay Q. As I was saying, you're gonna let me go back if I agree to do everything your way, right?"

"I'm considering that option, Faith. However, best case scenario would be if you both worked for the Council again."

"No way, B would ever do it. unless you rehired Giles." Faith unsheathed her sword and hung it in the weapons cabinet. "Well, I'm pretty beat. Goodnight." The brunette raced off to her room to watch to tape of Buffy again.

*****
Part 10: Dreams Overshadowed By Doubt

Buffy slid further to the edge of the chair, spreading her legs apart. She had just gotten back from an early bath and was still damp and nude, ready for her morning masturbation. The little slayer made sure to wake before Faith so that she'd have plenty of time to play with herself while watching the younger girl sleep. It was one of her many kinky obsessions involving the brunette.

Ever since her and Faith had become lovers, Buffy had started developing strange "Faith fetishes". For instance, Buffy had become fascinated with Faith's mouth. She swiped anything that she saw Faith chew on.. pen caps, buttons, beads, string, absolutely anything. It was easy enough, considering Faith had run out of cigarettes and was suffering through quitting cold turkey. Keeping her mouth occupied seemed to provide the younger slayer with some relief.

All sorts of items, spun and wiggled around between the dark beauty's luscious lips. It was enough to get Buffy's juices going. She would steal peeks and imagine those silky lips sucking on her clit.

Buffy moaned softly as her finger slid along her soaked slit. Spreading even wider she exposed herself completely. At any moment Faith could wake up and catch her in a very naughty act. Buffy whimpered with excitement. She was so close. *Oh yesssss!*

The small slayer held her counterpart's panties to her nose and sniffed. She could still smell Faith's cream on them. Being in charge of the laundry had its advantages. Mainly access to anything that had been on Faith's hot body. Buffy moved her fingers faster. *Oh god, yes!* Her clit slipped back and forth under her well lubed fingers. *Fuck!* Buffy arched her back as the first orgasm hit her.

She loved this part best, cumming and imagining Faith catching her in the act. Buffy bit her bottom lip in ecstasy. *Faith could wake up right now. And I'm masturbating in front of her while sniffing her freshly worn panties.. So bad!!!. Mmmmm.. What would Faithy do?. Crawl over and start licking my pussy, I bet.*

A smile played across Buffy's features as she fantasized. *Faith would bury her face against me.. Oh hell yes!. and she'd lick me up and down and suck my clit. omigod!* Buffy arched up again, pinching her clit and purring. A second orgasm shuddered through her, leaving the green-eyed beauty breathless.

As Faith rolled onto her back, mumbling, Buffy slid to the floor. She stealthily made her way to the brunette sprawled out on her bed. With shaking hands, the chosen one carefully slid back the blanket and spread the toned and tan thighs. *Oh my god! She's so incredible!* Buffy panted as she stroked herself faster.

Aching for a taste, the older girl leaned closer and inhaled Faith's sweet scent. The little slayer wasn't sure what she liked more, going down on her partner or having her partner go down on her. Faith was, after all, amazing at giving her head.

Buffy trembled violently as she opened her mouth and delicately tasted Faith. *Good god, I'll never get tired of this!* She was careful to only steal a few licks, savoring the sticky sweet fluid as it filled her mouth. Faith was already getting so wet. She'd have to stop soon or risk waking the brunette. *Oh, screw it!* The little slayer buried her face into Faith's crotch and indulged.

"Oh my god, yes!" Murmuring her pleasure into Faith's pussy, Buffy fell forward, her body rocked by another incredible orgasm. She couldn't even think anymore. just feel. just taste.

A smile curled her lips as she sucked gently, comforted by the softness, the warmth, the flavor and mostly just the beautiful girl, who amazingly enough, remained asleep. That was something that she really loved about Faith, unless doused with cold water or shouted at she just didn't rouse easily.

As a result, Buffy got to satisfy all her naughty urges. It was intoxicating. In conjunction with their usual marathon of lovemaking, Buffy masturbated at almost every opportunity when she was around Faith.

Concocting elaborate schemes, she'd position herself in Faith's line of sight but just hidden enough so the younger girl couldn't see what she was doing. Interacting with the oblivious brunette, while getting off was exhilarating.

It had become such a gratifying game, that these moments were soon a staple of Buffy's day. She looked forward to it almost as much as their evening lovemaking. Masturbation, a daytime delight. Buffy chuckled before idly wondering if she should worry.

Her depravity did seem to be increasing. She had gotten a taste and now was addicted. Never could she settle for anything less then this complete involvement with Faith. A sobering realization for Buffy. If the `get some and get gone' girl even sensed commitment, she'd probably go all wiggie.

Buffy's only strategy was to remain cool in all outward appearances. *Can't act too gaga over her.* Hence, Buffy's need to let out some of her excess passion in secret. She couldn't risk the sultry slayer quickly losing interest.

Rolling to the side, she gradually caught her breath. The steady rhythm indicated it was safe to rise. Too many times she had risked fainting trying escape the comprising position before being discovered. Yes, she usually fantasized about Faith catching her, but to actually have it occur, seemed more likely to be humiliating.

Slowly, Buffy lifted herself away from Faith's perfect body. *So hard to do when Faithy's naked..Ugh! Have I ever been so pathetic before?!.No, not even with Angel.* Buffy's smile faded as the girl next to her grew cold.

"Faith!" Jumping up the little blonde looked around her room. She was alone and had soaked through her sheets. Her hand was still firmly planted between her legs. *Only a dream!*

Sighing, Buffy threw back the covers and headed for the shower. *Can't think about this now..*

.........

Faith's eyes popped open. The most delicious image had seared itself to the back of her eyelids. It was of Buffy crouching between her legs to lap at her pussy. *Fuck! What a dream!* Throwing off her blanket, Faith glanced down at herself. Hesitantly, she reached between her legs. *Damn!*

The young slayer was shocked by how wet she had gotten. Her juices soaked the sheets and coated the insides of her thighs. *Wow! Thought only guys had wet dreams.* Faith smirked as she reached down and caressed her clitoris. She imagined Buffy's sweet pussy inches from her mouth. *Christ, she's hot! Mmmmm, Buffy Summers.*

The memories of the gorgeous blonde's husky requests and satiated sighs increased Faith's arousal. She played with her clit, remembering the many times Buffy had fallen asleep sucking it. *Fuck me.* The brunette groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and shivering. *Mmmm. always so good with Buffy. I can't wait to see her again.*

A flicker of doubt edged its way in. *What if B, doesn't want me anymore?!. Off the island, she might actually be straight.. It's not like there's ever a shortage of guys interested.*

Covering her head with a pillow, she tried to snuff out the terrifying thoughts. *What if Buffy's back with the clean marine?. And I didn't see him on the tape because he just wasn't there at the time.* Faith scowled as she realized how brief the tape truly was. Just cause he wasn't in a barely twenty minute tape, didn't mean he wasn't back in Buffy's life.

Faith ran to the bathroom. She barely made it in time, before being sick all over the floor and sink. Falling to her knees, Faith cursed herself. *I must be the biggest sap alive! Of course, B won't want me anymore!*

*****
Part 11: Preparing For the Party

Sitting very still, Mr. Peepers patiently waited for his bath to be over. Today was a very special day. All of his new friends were coming over for his blonde mommy's birthday party. At least, that's what the nice lady was telling him.

The tiny monkey peered up at Joyce while chewing on a bath toy. The older woman was leaning over the tub, scrubbing him and talking. He liked the grooming. Grooming was a very comforting thing. The little monkey felt safe and cared for.

Lifting him carefully from the bath, Mrs. Summers began drying him. "You were such a good boy. Yes, you were. You sat so still. I'm going to give you a treat. Do you want some grapes?.. I bet you do." She wrapped him in a towel and carried him into his room, passing her daughter on the way.

Glancing back at Buffy, Joyce couldn't help but notice the little blonde's red-rimmed eyes and tear streaked cheeks. "Buffy, can you come in here?"

"Yes." The small slayer stumbled into the room. "What?"

"Do you want to talk about whatever's been bothering you?" Mrs. Summers noticed Buffy tense up. "Honey, if you're not comfortable talking with me, then maybe you should talk to one of your friends or Giles. I'm sure any of them would be supportive. Riley's explained that the two of you are having a bit of difficulty."

Buffy interrupted her. "It's not Riley!" She covered her face and shook her head. "Well, it kind of is. but there's more to it. I just don't think that I'm ready to deal yet."

Mrs. Summers nodded. "I understand. But you should consider that all of your friends cared enough to keep searching for you. They never lost hope, and Riley was as committed as the rest of us." She looked over at her daughter who now listened rather sullenly. Joyce decided to wrap it up.

"I don't know what's going on between you and Riley, but do consider the fact that he loves you very much, and you once loved him. At least that's what you said before you got on that plane. Buffy, you really should consider giving your relationship with him another chance."

The little slayer remained quiet.

"There isn't anyone else, and he might just be able to help you get back to your life." Mrs. Summers dried the tiny monkey as she spoke. "Tonight we're having a party for your birthday. Everyone's been invited; and your friends have helped me plan it. Please try to be in better spirits tonight."

Buffy nodded as her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, you know me. A regular party girl, especially on my birthday."

The sarcasm didn't escape Mrs. Summers. She frowned but continued with the task of caring for her little charge. Mr. Peepers had become quite an important figure in the Summers' household, not to mention what a hit he was with Anya or how taken the two witches had become. *Perhaps Rupert is right? There is something oddly human about this monkey.*

Joyce studied him for a moment, smiling as Mr. Peepers gently stroked his new suit. The crushed velvet seemed to be a pleasing material to him. He held up the tiny trousers, impatient to wear the lovely new costume his two witch mommies bought him. He fidgeted as Joyce plugged in the hair dryer. It was a scary noisemaker, and he didn't care for it, but he held still as usual. If he behaved, it would be over quicker, and everyone would stay happy.

It's blonde mommy's special day. He hoped dark haired mommy might show up and his new kitty cat friend. Mr. Peepers gazed back at his brightly colored suit. Yes, his pretty, blonde, mommy would tell him how handsome he looked and make a fuss. Mr. Peepers bounced with excitement. And maybe he would get a cookie too.

...........

Buffy tried not to frown as the group sang happy birthday to her. Everyone had gone to so much trouble; she couldn't possibly justify appearing ungrateful even though she didn't want the party.

Holding Mr. Peepers carefully, Buffy leaned forward and blew out the candles. The little monkey clapped with the others.

Willow held out her hands. "Can I hold him, please?" She reached for the cheerful simian, delighted by the wonderful fit of his new suit. Mrs. Summers sure did a marvelous job adjusting the size. "Say cheese." The red head sang out as she pointed to Tara who was snapping a picture.

Mr. Peepers squeaked a little when the flash went off.

"Awww. Did that hurt your eyes?" Mrs. Summers took him from the girls and put him in his high chair.

Off to the side stood Riley and Spike. Neither one had really spoken much, but they both felt an overwhelming need to be there. Whenever there was an opportunity to be near Buffy, it had to be taken.

Spike snickered at the soldier. He obviously was still harboring a grudge. The vampire could understand Riley being angry with him. But he for petessakes, Mr. white bread was resentful toward the silly monkey too. *What a Nancy Boy!*

The two glowered at each other until Buffy approached.

"Well, hi there Slayer. Do you fancy a drink?" Spike held out his flask.

The slayer accepted it, despite Riley's negative glance. Tilting it back, she took a big sip, coughing slightly as the liquor burned her throat. *Strong stuff!* Buffy gave the bleach blonde a silly grin.

"Are you going out for a smoke yet?"

"Yeah, I guess I could use one." The vampire held out his hand, directing Buffy ahead of him. "Ladies first."

Buffy reached for the flask, stumbling out the back door. "Fabulous party, isn't it?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Tilting his head, Spike took a better look at Buffy. "What's eating you, Slayer? And don't tell me nothing. You reek of sorrow. So out with it."

Taking another swig, Buffy sat heavily on the porch. "I miss Faith."

"Huh? You mean that bird you were taking to the Council when you disappeared? The one who gave you so much trouble? You miss her?" Spike lit a cigarette, gazing over it at Buffy.

"Yes. Everything had changed. It wasn't bad between us anymore." The little slayer hesitated.

Spike studied her for a moment before asking. "You mean the two of you became an item?"

"Yes. How'd you know?"

"The sexual tension between you slayers was thick. a lot thicker than with that Cub Scout inside." The vampire chuckled as he sat on the porch step next to Buffy. "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. What can I do? The Council killed her. She's gone and somehow I have to start accepting that. I've been trying to avoid it by getting Giles and the scoobies to investigate her disappearance. But we all know that I'm just delaying the inevitable. They've come up with nothing, because there's nothing that can be done." Buffy covered her eyes as she began to cry.

"Awww now. C'mon Slayer." Awkwardly, Spike embraced her, trying to offer some comfort.

"Spike, I wanted to know what happened to her body so I could convince Willow to do a resurrection spell." Buffy sobbed guiltily.

"That's understandable. It's instinct when you love someone to try anything to have them back, but luv, you know that wouldn't have be right. Not for you and not for Faith. Sometimes you have to let people go no matter how hard it is." Spike sat back a little. "Had she changed? Did she try to redeem herself?"

"Yes." The blonde sniffled, lowering her eyes.

"Well then, you'll see her again. She'll be waiting in the right place for you, Slayer." He held out the flask, letting Buffy take several gulps before retrieving it. "Careful Slayer, you don't want to be too tipsy at your own party."

"Don't care! More!" The petite but powerful girl pursued her lips and pouted, while reaching for the potent drink.

Relenting, Spike handed her the flask one more time.

............

"Has anyone seen Buffy?" Mrs. Summers asked as she lifted the sleeping monkey from Anya's lap.

"Not since she left with Spike." Willow worriedly noted.

Riley growled and began to pace. "First Faith and now Spike. I just don't get her." His grumbles didn't go unnoticed.

Giles perked up. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Just rambling." The soldier stepped from the house and stood on the porch, gazing out into the night. *Why is she doing this to us?! We have so much together.* He sat down heavily on the porch swing.

*****
Part 12: Far Too Drunk

"Whaddya. whaddya mean?" Buffy slurred, running around the swing set giggling. "Jelly bean! . hehehehe."

"Slayer, I do believe you're crocked." Spike snorted, amused by the sight of the drunk little slayer stumbling about and singing.

"Am not!" Buffy became indignant. "You're the drunk one!" She laughed again and fell back against the slide, had Spike not reacted quick she would have flipped over it and smashed her head.

"Okay, that's enough Slayer. Time to go home." Scooping her up, the vampire made his way back toward the Summers' residence.

"No, don't wanna go! Captain Cardboard is waiting there. to pounce." Buffy giggled some more.

"He's not one of my favorites either, but you have to go home." Spike made his way down Revello Drive.

"No! I got an idea, Spikey." Buffy waved her hand, slurring. "You can take me back to your crypt."

The vampire hesitated but shook his head. "No, not like this slayer. You're far too drunk to know what you're doing."

As they approached the porch, Riley rushed toward them. He took one look at Buffy's condition and punched Spike.

"Owww! Bloody `ell!" The vampire lost his footing and fell with Buffy. They were in a heap with the little slayer giggling the whole time.

The scoobies and Giles heard the commotion and came out. "What's going on?" The watcher stepped forward, eyeing Spike suspiciously.

"Nothing. I was just bringing the slayer home."

Riley went for the weary vamp again. "He got her drunk and did god knows what!" The soldier shrieked, enraged.

"Did not! That whole sleeping with the passed out may go over well with you Frat boys. But not with any self respecting bloke, so bugger off!"

"Enough! Both of you!" Giles turned toward the vampire. "Thank you for bringing her home. We can handle it from here."

Spike scowled as Riley took Buffy and headed into the house. "I'd keep a close eye on that one, if I were you, watcher."

"Yes. Very good. Goodnight, Spike."

..........

Buffy squinted. Someone was in her room. "Spike?"

Riley had to hold his anger in check. "No." He stepped close to the bed. "Did that thing touch you?!"

"Huh?" The little blonde's head lolled back. "Touch?. Touchy.. hehehehe." Buffy chuckled, confused by the question.

The Iowa boy perched on her bed, checking her for marks.

"That tickles. Why?" Buffy tried to focus so the room would stop moving.

"Why, what?"

"Why? Do you wanna touch me?" The slayer giggled.

"You know I do, Buffy." He gazed down at the drunk little blonde that he had searched more than ten months for. Why was she torturing him, he wondered.

"Is it because I'm so touch ably. I mean, touchable.." Buffy snorted falling back in her bed. "Faithy, liked to touch me. mmmmm.." The slayer sighed and closed her eyes, missing the look of pure rage on Riley's face.

He wanted to wipe that memory from her mind. She should have never allowed Faith to manipulate her like that. When he slept with the evil slayer, it was because she was in Buffy's body. He couldn't imagine the weak excuse his girlfriend might have.

"So good." Buffy mumbled, wistfully.

The soldier studied her for a moment. Another chance that was all he needed. Riley reached for her. "I can make you feel good again if you only would give me a chance."

"A chance. a chance. I keep hearing that. but I don't know what it means." She rolled away from him, sleepy.

"It means this." Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her breasts.

........

"Pay dirt!" Smith's hired help mumbled as he perched in the tree, trying to hold his video camera steady.

The man couldn't believe his eyes. He had hardly been tailing this slayer, and already he had filmed her in the arms of two different men. This tape should make him a tidy sum.

........

Buffy squinted up at the soldier. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you what Faith can't." Riley leaned forward and kissed her.

"No. Riley, don't."

*****
Part 13: Discoveries

Spike circled back. He just wanted to check on Buffy and make sure that she was snug in her bed. *Something about those damn slayers can just grow on ya.* The vampire chuckled to himself as he drew closer to the slayer's house.

.....

"Buffy, please." The farm boy pleaded. *If only we could sleep together again.* He knew it was good before she had told him so.

The little blonde gazed up at him and shrugged. "What is it you want?"

"You know." He tilted his head down and tugged at her jeans. "To make you feel good. Let me try."

Buffy blinked back her confusion. "You want to go down on me?"

"Yes." He breathed out nervously. The whole cunnilingus thing was still a mystery to him, but he was always willing to try. Buffy had a sweet taste, and she shaved most of the hair off. In fact, Riley would have to say she had the best-groomed pussy he'd ever seen. He just wasn't too sure on what to do with it.

Luckily, he wasn't too worried about competing with Faith's last performance. She couldn't possibly satisfy Buffy the way he had. The farm boy was rather proud of his size. And as he recalled, Faith was a selfish lover.

"Are you sure?" Buffy chewed her bottom lip. She was so incredibly horny. *What harm could it really do? At worse, it's dull as usual, but maybe I'll get lucky. maybe, he improved.* The alcohol had severely affected her judgment. The little slayer slurred her response. "Sure, why not? But you'll have to try figuring things out yourself, I'm too drunk to be an active participant."

Buffy lifted her bottom so Riley could pull down her jeans and panties. She could just pretend it was Faith's mouth. But the second his lips touched her that idea was out the window. In no way, could she evenly remotely pretend it was Faith. He was a stark contrast to her last lover. And, even though at one time she'd found him acceptable in bed; now he was no longer tolerable.

It wasn't just his horrible lack of skill or his rough mouth. She just couldn't enjoy it. It wasn't Faithy. "No, stop. I can't."

"But I'm not ready to give up." Riley peered up at her, confused.

"You should be." Buffy roughly shoved him away. "We'll talk about this later. I'm just too drunk right now to think clearly. But that helped sober me up, thanks."

Her bedroom window opened. "Slayer?"

She recognized Spike's voice. "Hold on." The inebriated blonde tried tugging on her jeans. She couldn't let the vampire see what they were doing.

"So that's why?!" The soldier rose to his feet, furious. She hadn't just been two-timing him with Faith but with Spike as well.

The vampire gasped. "Is that Crew Cut?" He climbed in despite Buffy's objections. Taking in Buffy's half dressed state, he rushed the soldier ignoring the splitting headache it produced.

"Enough! Both of you just leave!" Buffy pulled the blanket over her half-naked form.

"I would, Slayer. But I found some ponce peeking in your window and videotaping you." With that the vampire leaned back out and yanked Smith's hired man through the window. "Is this some local pervert?"

"What?! You're a liar! Buffy, this is probably a trick to give him some lame excuse to come back. Now he can play the hero. That's pretty pathetic! Even for you Spike!" Riley's tone was one of utter disbelief.

"Pathetic?! That's a laugh!" Spike gestured back at him. "You wanna see pathetic?! Why don't you have a look in the mirror?!"

"That's it! Buffy, let me stake him!" Riley moved toward the chipped vamp with intent to finally be rid off him.

"NO!" Buffy shouted as she managed to finally pull on her jeans. "Everyone shut up!"

Her bedroom door opened, and in rushed, Mrs. Summers carrying a very upset little monkey. "What's going on?!"

"It's okay, mother. Riley was just leaving." Buffy took Mr. Peepers from her mother. The tiny monkey had been reaching for her and screeching. He was frightened by all the noise and activity in his blonde mommy's room. It was his complaints that had actually woken Mrs. Summers.

The soldier boy glanced around the room. Everyone was staring at him, even the councilman's slightly battered crony. Spike obviously had given him a few punches. Riley nodded and headed for the door. "I'll call you tomorrow, Buffy."

After his retreat, the slayer handed her mother the monkey. "Can you put him back to bed? I'll handle this."

"Yes, of course, dear. But who's this?" Mrs. Summers glanced at the bruised man next to Spike.

"That's what I intend to find out." Buffy stepped toward the man as her mother left the room. "Spike, where did you find him?" She roughly shoved him to the floor and snatched his camcorder.

"He was up in that tree." Spike pointed at the large elm just outside her window.

The little slayer's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?! And why were you taping me?!" Tearing the video tape from the camera, she crushed it.

The man's eyes got big. "Look, I'm just doing this for money. I've nothing against you, slayer."

"British! And I'm guessing, the Watchers' Council! But why?" She approached in a menacing manner, fist raised.

The man had to think fast or he was dead. If not by her hand, then by the Council if he divulged the fact that Faith was still alive. He sputtered, cowering out of striking distance. "They sent me to check on you."

"I smell a rat!" Spike walked over and stomped on the man's camera. It gave a satisfying crunch. The vampire smirked. "That's a little better. Now start talking, before I step on you next!" He was going to have to be forceful; he could tell the slayer was still a bit too drunk to think clearly.

"I was sent here to get some tape of the slayer. That's all." The man edged toward the window.

"Why?! She's not their slayer anymore. They should have a new one!" Spike paused and looked back over at Buffy, but she wasn't as quick as usual. In fact, she appeared even more confused then before. "Do they?!"

"I don't know what you mean." The man whimpered and jumped for the window.

Spike took two strides to recapture him, then lifted Smith's man by the collar and shook him like a rag doll. "They don't have a new slayer, do they?!"

Buffy snapped out of her daze and snatched the man from Spike. "Tell me, or I'll kill you!"

Terror filled the man's eyes as he gazed down into the slayer's determined face. "No. There's no new slayer."

"That must be why they sent him here to spy. They need you back." Peering over at Buffy, Spike noticed tears rolling down her cheeks. "Slayer, what is it?"

"Why wasn't another slayer called?!" She tightened her grip on the man's neck.

"I don't know. I don't know." He choked out the words, looking to Spike for help.

"Don't look at me. She can kill you for all I care!" The vampire snorted, contemptuously. He paced about, aching for a cigarette so that he could think more clearly. "Maybe, a new one wasn't called because Faith had abandoned her duty. or some rot like that?!" Spike waved his hand, glancing back over at the disheveled, little blonde.

Her voice was so quiet as to be a whisper. "Or she's not dead." Buffy dropped the man to the floor, and he scampered toward to window. When Spike moved to stop him, the slayer held up her hand. "Let him go. He's told us enough. I'll find out if Faith is alive on my own. I'm not going to trust the Council's word anymore."

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Part 14: To England, Please

Smith's man peeked back through the window. It appeared that they weren't going to give chase. He breathed a sigh of relief, then reached around on the roof for where he had stashed the actual tape. Lucky for him, Spike had left him unattended for a few moments. Having seen Riley, the vampire immediately entered Buffy's room to attack.

The distraction had given Smith's hired man just enough time to slip a blank tape into his camcorder and safely hide the other. Now he still had the goods. The man deftly slipped from the roof, landing without making a sound.

He just had to get back to England quickly, and he would still get paid. Once he turned over the tape though, he'd need to leave town as soon as possible. He felt confident that he would have enough time to get away before this slayer appeared in England. *Let this bitchy slayer surprise them; I'll be long gone by then.*

........

Buffy strode into the Magic Shop with purpose. She set Mr. Peepers down next to Anya who immediately picked him up. "Hi there. I like your t-shirt. Winnie the Pooh was a favorite of Xander's too."

"Anya, please." Xander called out, slightly embarrassed. "Nobody's interested in that. Besides, the Buffster came in here looking rather intense. What's up?" He turned toward the very wound up slayer.

"A new slayer wasn't called!" Buffy turned to look as Giles. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

He fumbled for an explanation. "I was. we were. I mean, we thought maybe it was best to wait until we found out more."

"WAIT! YOU WANTED TO WAIT!" The slayer shrieked as she walked toward her watcher. "I'm going through hell, and you wanted to wait?!"

"Buffy, calm down. Remember, Giles doesn't know." Willow intervened.

"Know what?" Giles looked from the witch to the slayer.

Buffy took a breath, "Okay, there's no time for this. We have to find out if Faith is still alive."

"We have been working on a locating spell, but so far we've come up with nothing. That could just mean that she's out of the country." The watcher removed his glasses.

"For instance, England maybe?!" The little blonde snapped angrily.

.............

Faith removed the white tape carefully from her hands. She always made sure to tape up before working out on the bag. *Boxing really scrapes up the knuckles.* The slayer thought idly as she made her way back toward her room. She needed to get a shower in before dinner. Being drenched in sweat was one of her least favorite things. *Well, except for when it's from sex.* Faith thought with a smirk.

She was about to close her door when Smith stepped forward. "Faith, I need to talk to you."

The brunette eyed him suspiciously. They shared a mutual dislike for one another. She couldn't imagine what he could possibly want. "Yeah, alright." She stepped to the side. "Come in."

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Part 15: Sex, Lies and Videotape

"Faith, there's something that I think you should be shown." Smith stepped toward the VCR. "I think it's only fair for you to know that Quentin did some heavy editing of the tape. Here are the outtakes." He removed a videotape from his coat pocket and slipped it in.

Faith felt her heart stop as the tape began to play. She could just barely make out Buffy's bedroom. It was a little dark. Moving closer to the tv, Faith reached up and fast forwarded the tape to where Riley came into view.

The dark slayer watched with an increasing feeling of dread as the farm boy sat on the bed next to Buffy. *Oh god, that's B.* Faith touched the screen, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew what was coming.

Riley started unbuttoning Buffy's blouse. The brunette cringed as he reached into the little slayer's shirt and felt her up then the soldier leaned in to kiss her. Faith felt sick; Buffy was lifting her hips so beefstick could slip off her jeans.

Unable to wait, the raven haired slayer grabbed the remote from Smith and shoved him back. She hit the scan button to speed it up, and watched in horror. *She's letting him go down on her?!* Faith stopped the tape and rewound it. This time, letting it play at regular speed while the tears coursed down her cheeks.

Smith cleared his throat, feigning discomfort. "I really hated to be the one to show you this. But honesty is the best policy. It stops a little abruptly, I know. But our cameraman is a bit shy. I guess he didn't feel comfortable filming the whole show."

The slayer turned toward him.

"I. I. um. I better go now. They're expecting me." Smith stuttered, stumbling toward the door in terror. But Faith didn't move; she just stared at him as he fled.

Pressing the rewind, she played it again. *That's my B. spreading her legs for the clean marine.* Faith reached out and touched the screen. This was familiar territory; Buffy had done exactly what Faith had expected. *Why am I even surprised?!. Must be because I'm such a friggin' moron!!!* The dark-eyed beauty laughed, wiping at her tears. *This is actually too funny! She got me back! Maybe someone is filming this?!*

Faith glanced around the room looking for cameras. *Yeah, they're filming this right now to show her how pathetic I really am!* The brunette started opening cabinets and flinging things around the room, searching. "You fuckers! I know you have a camera in here! You played me! You played me!" Faith screamed, smashing things in the room.

By the time her frenzy was over she had broken almost everything. Everything except the tv, which kept showing her the tape.

Rewind.. Play. Rewind. Play. Rewind. Play.

*You thought that you meant something to her?!.Ha!Ha! What a joke!. You even thought that she might actually love you?!. Ha! Bigger joke!. She forgot about you the second she got back to Sunnydale!. Never came looking for ya, did she?!. NO!. Sucker!*

Faith laid on her bed and sobbed.

..........

Buffy peered out the plane window. *God, this is torture!* She fidgeted nervously. The flight felt like it was taking forever.

Willow reached across and took her hand. "It's okay. We're almost there."

The little slayer gave her a grateful smile. "Wil, I don't know if understand how much this means to me. Giles thinks she must be alive too. It's gotta be true, right?" The apprehension crept back in her voice.

"We won't know until we land, and we can do the location spell. But it looks very promising." The red head reassured, patting her hand. "Just try and get some sleep."

*****
Part 16: Bursting

Quentin glanced across the table at his slayer. She didn't look well. "Faith is there something bothering you?" He waited but she just continued to stare out the window. "Faith?"

"Huh?" The brunette turned toward him.

"Is something wrong with the food?" He gestured toward her breakfast. "You didn't touch your dinner last night either."

Faith shook her head. Picking up her fork she half-heartedly poked at the meal. Quentin looked around at the other watchers; several of them shrugged. However, he noticed a rather smug expression on Smith's face.

"Faith, I thought we might do a bit of training late tonight. There's a vampire nest on the east side that needs to be dealt with." Mr. Travers stated carefully. His charge had no reaction. "Faith, did you hear me?"

"Yeah, a vampire nest." She waved her hand listlessly.

"If you do well tonight perhaps we can discuss that phone call that you'd like to make." The head watcher waited with bated breath and as he suspected Faith said nothing. "Faith, isn't there someone you'd like to talk to? You may use the phone."

"No. There's no one that cares where I am." Faith looked away. "Can I go now? I'm done."

"Yes. Up to your room. I'll be in shortly." Quentin waited until the slayer was well out of earshot. "Smith, in the study. Now!" He barked the order angrily as he got up.

........

"The spell! Come on! Let's do it now!" Buffy raced to the hotel elevator with the other scoobies close behind. The little slayer could hardly wait as she watched the floor numbers pass slowly. The instant the doors opened she was out like a shot.

They followed her directly into her room and started digging out the supplies. Suitcases and clothes were strewn around as they hastily joined hands and set the map in front of them. Giles lit the candle, and they waited. A puff of wind mysteriously passed through, and a dot appeared on the map.

"That means she's still alive, doesn't it?!" Buffy cried out, happily.

Willow and Tara nodded. "Yes, it does."

Giles lifted it and read the town's name. "Hmmm. that's not too far from here. I say we should make it there by nightfall."

"Okay, get everything ready to go. I have to call my mother and tell her to get the spare room ready for Faith." Buffy beamed, picking up the phone and then asking. "What numbers do I have to dial to call California from here?"

......

Giles signaled that they should go around to the back, but it was too late. Buffy burst right through the door. He let out an exasperated sigh and followed his slayer in.

"Alright! Where is she?!" Buffy shouted, storming into the large hall and grabbing the stunned head watcher by the throat.

Quentin Travers arched an eyebrow. "Miss Summers, you never cease to amaze me."

The slayer's eyes narrowed, tossing him to the floor she drew her sword. "I asked, where is she?!"

A hand shot out and held the blade, slowly Buffy turned. She was staring at Faith, open- mouthed.

"Right here!" The brunette answered coldly, yanking the weapon away.

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