General gist: What if Darla wasn't the only one pregnant with Angel's child? What if the Powers That Be had even more plans for the champion – the vampire with a soul?

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at putting fan fiction on-line for others to see. Hope you all enjoy it and please..... reviews!! They are very welcome.

Also, my story doesn't exactly follow the story time line of the original Angel and Buffy series. There will be mention of other character pairings (wink wink) and more fun stuff to come.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the world of Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All of these characters belong to the one and only, Joss Whedon.

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Prologue

Up in the heavens, up high where everything was a white swirling mass of clouds and mist, The Powers That Be were watching as one of their champions – the vampire with a soul, made love to his former sire without going through any of the throes of passion. Sure he had fun and all but he didn't realize that he hadn't achieved true happiness.

For such an old vampire (in the mortal standards), Angel was a bit dense and naïve sometimes. He might not be so in many areas but this was definitely one of them, him having not loved anyone truly for so long now. He was totally clueless in the affairs of the heart, having only loved two women truly in all his undead life, Darla first, then Buffy. He didn't realize that he wasn't in love with the future vampire Darla, whose time unfortunately was coming to a premature and final end in the next few months.

Both of the pawns had played their part well, now it was time for The Powers That Be to do their part. They had two paths to choose from, one was to let the vampire champion have one powerful child with the other vampire and then let Destiny run it's course and have the son come back to kill the father, or at least try to. Possibly even sleep with his father's future flame and have another more powerful child, an Elder reborn. That would definitely cause a small amount (by their standards) of chaos in this leg of the universe. Possibly even rival the time when that one elder demon had managed to enter the realm of Earth and their champion then, some puny Slayer, had diverted the disaster.

But then if they did that only one of them would have fun, in fact all the fun. No, they would take the other path, the one that promised even more turmoil, chaos and definitely fun for them. Firstly, they could start by freeing another future champion, the Dark Slayer. They had neglected her for too long, being more intent on her older counterpart, Buffy. Ah, what chaos would they make. After all, both girls had some issues with each other, why not create more?

The older Slayer resented the younger one for coming and disturbing the peace and order of her tiny little world in Sunnydale. There was also the issue of her (as in the younger Slayer) of turning dark and killing a man and nearly killing the Slayer and her friends. In the future they could anticipate the older girl resenting the younger one for the chance given to her by The Powers That Be to have somethings of Angel that she would never have. Oho, this would be one hell of a fire show. The Powers That Be couldn't wait for this.

And onto the Dark Slayer. She had a shadowy past, one that not too many people knew about. Oh no, this Slayer liked to keep her cards near herself at all times, giving out this supposedly bad ass attitude that no one could penetrate. Only one person had ever gotten near enough to chink the armour around Faith's heart, and that was Angel himself, though he didn't know it. This Slayer would be fun too, after all hell hath no fury like a woman scorned or a mother riled.

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Meanwhile, somewhere else in California.........

The door of the California state penitentiary swung open on its creaky hinges, admitting a young woman into the streets outside. The young woman squinted slightly at the amount of sunlight hitting her eyes, before straightening up and slowly but confidently walking away from the prison building. She cast a slightly wistful but mostly thankful glance at the building. It had been her saviour for all these months, teaching her how to deal with life in general and letting her rebuild her connection to the world slowly, one bit at a time.

Not your only saviour. The Slayer's conscience reminded her.

Faith couldn't believe it when they said that she was free to go. She thought that they were joking and probably had extended her stay in the slammer. She was really surprised when her letter of pardon arrived for her along with the prison warden. She couldn't help but thank all her lucky stars and The Powers That Be for giving her a reprieve. Someone higher up must really like her, or Fate had another diabolically nasty plan in store for her. Any way she looked at it, she wouldn't lose a thing. She was free after all.

She was released with a strict warning never to commit the crime again and never to darken their doorstep another time. Faith had whooped with joy when she got far enough from the slammer. She was finally free, free to do whatever she wanted in the world, possibly even forget about the Slayer thing. It was a long shot but hey everything is worth a try. But first things first, she had to find Angel and tell him the good news.

Angel. The name itself brought back fond memories and suppressed feelings to the Dark Slayer. She had heard about him when she had first arrived in Sunnydale to look for the older existing Slayer for help. She had been invited, wearily into the home of the Slayer, Buffy Summers, where she proceeded to meet the elusive vampire himself. Her Slayer instincts had reacted, prompting her to attack him. He had fought back in kind, just like what a real vampire would do in his situation. Buffy had of course stopped her from putting a stake through her ex-boyfriend's undead heart, seeing as she still had some feelings for him.

The time of her fight with Angel may have been brief, but it was enough for the younger Slayer to notice how the vampire's muscles had bunched and flexed in battle, how his scent had grown stronger, and how he had unwittingly shown her how much he enjoyed the fight, albeit briefly, before a look of remorse quickly overshadowed that fact. They were both killers; him because he needed to survive; her because she needed to avenge the death of her first Watcher, who had consequently become like a mother figure to her. He shouldn't have to feel remorse for enjoying the fight, after all, the urge to fight was in their blood.

For the few times that she met, Faith had gotten to know the broody vampire more. He became her first friend after her Watcher had died and he had listened to her when she wanted to rant and whine about something. They had grown closer as a result, a little fact that Buffy had resented her for. However, there was nothing that she should have resented her for. She held the key to Angel's heart, one thing that Faith had sub-consciously yearned for. She didn't know then, but during her time in prison, she had come to realise that she had fallen for Angel. And she had fallen hard.

Of the few times that Angel came to visit her, she treasured every moment that she had with him. She became his secret confidante, his rock to turn to when he had something on his mind, a sister-friend-secret keeper of sorts. She yearned for more, but out of respect to him mourning over his loss of Buffy's love, she kept her feelings to herself. She literally counted the days and hours and minutes to his arrival, having the infallible Slayer internal body clock to rely on.

But these last few months, his visits had become more infrequent, getting lesser and lesser each time. The time he spent together with her also became shorter, and every time he came, he seemed preoccupied. His mind was elsewhere while his body was with her and oftentimes she had to call his name several times before he even acknowledged her presence. She kept quiet about his moodiness, feeling that it was not her place to pry, but that he would tell her eventually.

It was during these times that she took the chance to study him well. She never dared to do so when he was alert and lucid, he would definitely wonder what she was doing. She memorised his features, so that even in her dreams she would remember his face. She by-hearted all his mannerisms, all his little quirks, like how he ran his fingers through his hair when he was frustrated, or how he grinned like a kid on Christmas when he was extremely pleased with himself. She had to admit though that she was becoming like Buffy, in the sense that she almost obsessed over him, although she could safely say that she didn't pine after him like some love-sick cow. Her sense of self preservation didn't allow her to be so liberal with her feelings. Otherwise she would be dead by now, dead of heartache.

Donning the clothes she wore on the day of her admittance to prison, Faith walked to the end of the road leading to the California State Penitentiary and took a left turn into an unused route. After making sure that there was no one around to see her, she loosened up her long unused muscles and did a few stretches before turning and starting to jog in the direction of Los Angeles. She had to go to the Hyperion to find Angel and tell him the good news. Jog was the incorrect term though, slow run would be a more appropriate description, at a pace that any normal human would find find very demanding.

She fervently hoped that Angel would be there when she arrived, 'cause she had a lot of things that she would like to discuss with him.

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Author's Note: So, how did it go? Hoped you all liked my twist to the story. Please review and give me any suggestions you think would be relevant to the story.