~~~part 7~~~ This was just what the doctor ordered. There was nothing like a good slay when everything in your world was turned upside down and inside out. Faith let out a deep breath as she wiped the dust of her last opponent from her clothes. She and Wes had been informed of the nest of vampires and that their help was needed. Arriving at the warehouse just in time to help the others as the fighting began. Faith had held back her chocking laughter when she envisioned the image of Wesley being able to lend a hand in the actual fighting. Her memories of her watcher were ones of girlish yelps and fainting spells. Sure he learned a thing or two by working with Angel, who wouldn't. But still she couldn't seem to summon the mental picture of Wes being all that intimidating or being that much of a help. Boy had she been wrong. Who knew Watcher boy had such strength and speed? Faith had nearly been knocked to her butt staring wide jawed watching Wes fight off more than one opponent. That and those damn leather pants, shouldn't he be in tweed of something? Plus the bleach blonde, a.k.a Spike. She nearly rubbed her eyes when she saw him lending Buffy a fist when her opponent got the upper hand. What the hell was going on here? "Xapper you can come out of your whole, all the scary little vamps are gone." Spike lit a cigarette, and looked on in disgust as Xander crawled out from behind a stack of crates. "I don't know why we bother bringing you." "Hey, there were a lot of vampires here I'll have you know!" Xander defended himself as Spike rolled his eyes and pulled Angel to the side. "Faith that was...what was that?" Wesley approached Faith from behind, startling her when he spoke. "What was what?" Faith asked guardedly. "I've never seen your fighting skills so..." "Great?" "Nooo." "Fast?" "No not that." "Powerful?" "Sloppy, and out of control. It was like watching two years of training going down the drain." Wesley eyes regarded her as though she were some stranger. "I've been your Watcher for two years, been your lover..." His voice dropped above a whisper. "For almost a year, and just the way you moved was foreign to me." Faith could feel a blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks. Oh shit she had a full-blown blush going. Never in her life had she blushed. She was usually the one who caused people around her to blush by her commentary. But here she was getting... chastised was the only word she could come up with and blushing like some prude. "I don't know, just got into the mood of things." Giving a shrug Faith tried to walk away from Wes before the conversation went any further and she found out more than she was ready to know. But Wes wouldn't be ignored or blown off, grabbing her arm he held on tight and pulled her back. "Well I suggest that you stop getting into the mood of things. You could get yourself hurt next time if you don't stay focused. I may be your boyfriend, but I'm still your Watcher and I'm not going to stand by and watch you get hurt." His words were spoken harshly, but his eyes gave way to the worry he was feeling. Faith felt his concern pricking her personal bubble again. She wasn't used to real concern for her well being aimed her way. "I'm sorry." Faith forced the words around the lump in her throat. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh, I just couldn't stand it if anything happened to you." Faith nodded and stiffened as he wrapped his arms around her. Faith stepped back quickly when Wes let go, needing the space to gather her thoughts. "I'm telling you, it would've been easier with some witchy assistance." Xander was helping Buffy to her feet. "Yeah what I would have given to see Red make little dust piles out of these guys." Faith chuckled, trying to get herself back into the general conversation and out of the personal one she was having with Wes. Everyone around her stopped what he or she were doing to stare at her. "You mean Amy right?" Buffy looked suspiciously at Faith. Faith felt like a deer caught in the headlights. What did she do now? "Yeah, what was I thinking? I meant Amy." Angel and Spike shared a disbelieving look and continued their silent conversation. "Where is Amy?" Faith hated the silence that feel on the room, knowing that she had slipped somehow. It couldn't be possible that Willow here wasn't a witch? Willow and magic went hand in hand. This place was getting creepier by the second. "Cordy had a seizer, Amy and Willow took her home." Buffy slapped Xander's arm. "She said she had migraines and needed her medication." "Seizer...migraine what's the diff?" Xander walked off to examine the crate of books Giles and Jenny were shifting through already. Faith felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand as she came aware of what Xander had said. Cordelia had a vision. That meant that something was going to happen. "How long ago was this?" Faith followed Xander questioning him. "An hour or two ago...why?" "She...she didn't say anything did she? While she was having her...migraine." "Umm... think it went 'oh god not again...ouch ouch ouch.' " Xander mimicked holding his head. Faith wanted desperately to punch his smug face. She had witnessed Cordelia's visions first hand and knew that the brunette had intense pain when the Powers sent her their messages. Plus a tiny part of her was outraged that Xander was treating Cordelia with such little regard. It was a new feeling for her, feeling defensive for another person. "Shut up." Faith snapped. "They took Cordelia home?" Xander nodded. "I'm going to do a sweep of town and then drop by Cordelia's house to make sure she's all right." Faith announced to no one in particular. Wesley, who had taken a spot next to Giles looking through the items in the crate, looked up and told her to be careful. Faith hurried from the warehouse. ~~~*~~~ Mayor Wilkins listened calmly as his informant he paid to follow the slayers and their friends reported to him. He had hired this particular individual when the second slayer had made her way to town. The ever-growing group kept the streets safe for the residents of Sunnydale, which was an a-okay thing with him. It meant that the residents stayed happy about the decline of unexplainable deaths, which allowed him to pursue his own interests. But he hadn't gotten this far to allow a group of do-gooders to mess things up for him. So he had someone keep an eye on the group, reporting to him when something of importance came up. "I'm telling you Mayor; these girls were talking about the future as though they know what's going to happen. Like how this certain couple ends up getting married and having a kid." "Oh you know how girls are. I think it's inbred in them to daydream about romantic relationships and their futures." Grabbing a box of disinfectant wipes, the Mayor cleaned the already shiny surface of his desk. "But sir, I heard one of them saying that they didn't remember this certain couple getting killed by a demon. The redhead-." "Willow Anne Rosenberg... the little girl that's been hacking into the cities computer system for over a year now." The Mayor supplied. "Yeah her. She told the others that the couple didn't die, that they got married after High School and were expecting a baby." The Mayors attention was pricked. "Well that won't do." He said with a frown. "That doesn't bode well with my plans. I mean if this *is* true somehow that means that my ascension failed miserably. And the only way *that* could happen is that our little friends at the local High School stopped me." Drumming his fingers on the desktop the Mayor thought for a moment. "Well either way we need to get rid of them now. If it's some fluke then there's no real worry; it's just a few teens." "And vampires sir." "Ahh yes, Angel and Spike. My favorite ensouled vampires. I have a business contact that has a huge interest in those two. I'll give Holland a call, have him send someone down for a little damage control. In exchange they can have their little trophies." "Trophies sir?" "Angel and Spike. With the teens gone and the vampires in the clutches of Wolfram and Hart I won't have anything to worry about." |
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