A/N: This is the sequel to Spike Trek. I originally said the sequel would be called "Gotta Have Faith", however I realized that for the sake of continuity, I needed to tell this story first. It is a crossover with Legacy of Kain, but the first chapter and parts of subsequent chapters will take place in the Star Trek universe. For context, the first third of this chapter is the same as the end of Spike Trek, so spoilers (duh). If you haven't read Spike Trek, I recommend doing so before continuing with this story. Enjoy.


"So this Amy chick used some mystical crystal to capture your power," Spike asked Willow. The two were walking in the twilight, enjoying the gardens at Starfleet headquarters. The two had spent their brief time on Earth as guests the facility. Spike couldn't blame them. Humanity hadn't dealt with witches or vampires in centuries, and even then, they weren't great at handling the things that went bump in the night.

Willow nodded up at him. She looked beautiful, her hair having grown down to her shoulders since that time in London. She was wearing a floor length, forest green gown, not unlike the one Amy had worn while masquerading as her. This one had full sleeves and didn't poof out nearly as much.

"She spent a lot of time just gathering energy," she said, "That's how she was able to create that huge space station all at once."

Spike's brow furrowed, "How did she know what to do? I mean, I can barely make heads or tales of this crazy future. How did Amy do it?"

"Janeway," Willow answered simply.

When Spike looked at her, she shook her head slightly, almost as if trying to clear her thoughts.

"Sorry," she said, "I'm still getting used to not being all ghosty."

Spike chuckled, "I know how that feels."

Willow smiled up at him for a minute, then continued, "There was a Starfleet admiral named Janeway who was visiting the crystal caves in California. That's where Amy was gathering energy. When she read Janeway's mind and saw some of the secrets there, she hunted the admiral down. That's where she got the information about Annika Hanson and the Borg. All I could was watch."

"How long were you like that?" he asked, "Could you even tell?"

"Sort of," she answered, "It was creepy, Spike. Being all ghosty and immortal, I'd lose so much time. I'd stop paying attention for what felt like a few minutes, then I'd come back only to find that decades had passed." She looked up to him with tears in her eyes. "Spike, I don't even know what happened to Buffy and Xander and Giles and," she paused, gasping, "Oh my Goddess, Kennedy! Spike, I don't know what happened to Kennedy!"

Spike put his arms around Willow as she began to cry. He had an inkling of what she was going through, but her situation was so much worse. Spike had, more or less, been given a choice. Plus he'd been given a chance to say his goodbyes. Willow, on the other hand, had been ripped away from her life and the ones she loved.

Trying to change the subject, Spike pulled her away from himself and asked, "How is your magic. You haven't told me much since you woke up from getting hit by that energy."

Through the tears, she smiled, "It isn't nearly as bad as I feared. I think my own experience and familiarity of my own magick helped a lot. I'm not uber powerful super witch anymore, but I'm not geeky, no magic Willow either. I'm about where I was when the First attacked Sunnydale."

Spike's eyes widened, "You weren't exactly timid then, Love. You were a force to be reckoned with. You were the reason for the all the potentials got juiced up. I'm not much into the hocus pocus, but I think that sort of thing takes some serious chops."

Willow nodded, "It does. I am a serious chop having Willow. But my chops aren't quite as serious as before."

"Is there any way to get that power back?" Spike asked.

Willow shrugged, "Time, mostly. Being on Earth helps. I wont be as powerful as I was for a long time. Maybe never. That's not such a bad thing. Willow with too much power tends to be dark and veiny Willow."

"SPIKE!" a voice called from across the gardens. They both looked toward the sound and saw a figure with a cane moving in their direction. The figure moved slowly, despite obviously being clearly in a hurry. Soon, Spike could make out Captain Benjamin. Impatient, Spike began walking toward the limping figure, and Willow followed.

Once face to face with the young man, he could see the look of elation on his face.

"Spike," he said, "They've given me a ship."

Spike help out a hand, "Congratulations, Captain."

Benjamin shook his hand firmly, clearly still giddy with the news. "I wanted to ask you something," he said, "And keep in mind that this is strictly a request, but I'd like you to join my crew."

Spikes eyebrows shot up. He looked to Willow who seemed equally confused. He looked back to the young captain, who seemed expectant.

"I don't know," Spike said, "What would I do?"

"Spike," Benjamin said, smiling slightly, "You're the most competent fighter I have ever met. Not to mention you read people better than any empath I have ever met. I'm sure I can find a place for you."

"Not without Willow," Spike said, "I'm not leaving her in the hands of the Future Initiative."

Before he could answer, a sudden flash caught everyone's attention. The very air seemed to crackle several more times. A point of light started about seven feet off the ground, then dragged a tear in reality down to the ground. The glowing, crooked line sat, hovering in open space briefly, before it opened upon a landscape of barren desolation.

Suddenly, a figure stepped through the opening and, just as quickly as it had opened, the portal closed. The figure was not tall or imposing. She was maybe five and a half feet tall, but he held herself with the bearing of someone who knew how to kill.

"Oh my God," she said, "Spike, am I glad to see you."

"Faith?" Willow asked.

Faith's eyebrows shot up, "Willow? I thought you were dead."

"Wait," Benjamin said, "Who are you?"

Spike shook his head, smiling, "It's a long story, Mate. Faith, how did you get here?"

Faith shrugged, "It's a long story."

Spike looked over the woman who had just appeared before him in a pillar of light. She was petite, but well muscled. She had what looked to be a fresh scar that ran from her hairline, splitting her left eyebrow, then moving past her eye, jutting sharply to the left and continuing past her cheek, stopping just short of her ear. She wore what looked like a red tabard cinched at the waist with a leather belt. The black symbol on it was one that Spike did not recognize. It seemed to be some kind of horned creature with wings represented in the crudest possible manner.

The more disconcerting thing was that under the tabard, she seemed to be wearing armor made of some kind of metal. The black material cover her shins, wrists, shoulders, and seemed to wrap around her torso under the red cloth. What looked like dyed red leather covered all of the other parts of her body. And at her waist, Spike could see a pair of battle axes, one hanging by a strap from each hip.

Captain Benjamin, leaning heavily on his cane, looked to Spike, "Seriously Spike, who is she? I'm sure security is on their way here right know, and they'll have more than a few uncomfortable questions."

Willow, who had seemed to be shocked to speechlessness since Faith's appearance, finally spoke. "Wait," she said, "You thought I was dead? Giles and I searched for a way to get you out of that Hell Dimension for months. All the texts told us time moved faster there. By the time we figured out where you even were, we thought you'd have been dead of old age."

Faith shrugged beneath her armor, "What can I say, Will? I'm hard to kill."

"Excuse me," Benjamin said, holding up a hand, "I don't want to be rude, but security will be here in under thirty seconds, and they're going to be asking the same questions I'm asking, but a lot less nicely."

"You're right," Spike said, "Faith, when these guys get here, don't fight. Keep your hands at your sides-"

He was cut off as the now familiar hum of a transporter beam materialized six figures in a circle around the small group. They all held phasers, but one also held a tricorder. He raised it toward Faith, scanning for a few seconds. Spike could see the woman visibly stiffen, seeming to suppress her instinct to draw the axes.

Spike took the opportunity to assess the security team. Two of them were Human, one was Vulcan, and one was a member of the same species as Meps, the pretty redhead from the Enterprise, as evidenced by the spots running down either side of his face and into his collar. The last two, Spike didn't know. One was short, bald, with comically oversized ears. He held the tricorder. The other was blue, with white hair and what looked like two antenna on her forehead.

"She's not the source of it," the one with the tricorder said, "but she is saturated with it."

"Is it dangerous?" The one with the spots asked. He seemed to be the one in charge.

"Unknown," the other asked, "I've never seen anything like this."

"If I may," Benjamin said, turning slightly. The motion was awkward, forcing him to reposition his cane, "I'm Captain Benjamin."

The one in charge turned toward him, lowering his weapon. "Lieutenant Commander Tien Cal," He said by way of introduction. Spike wondered if he was about to pull rank, but then Benjamin nodded almost deferentially.

"I don't know if you are familiar with our two guests," he said, motioning to Willow and Spike, "But this woman is a friend of theirs. We haven't yet learned how she came to be here, but I'm sure she'd be happy to tell us anything we need to know."

Faith shifted her weight from one leg to the other, folding her arms across her chest. The motion caused her armor to creak, drawing everyone's attention. "Yeah," she said, and Spiked realized the move was calculated on Faith's part, "If you want, we'll have a big ol' love in where we share our feelings. No talking sticks, though. Friend of mine had a bad experience with one, once."

Cal turned back Benjamin, quirking an eyebrow. Benjamin shrugged his right shoulder, the side not holding the cane. Cal touched the comm badge on his chest, "Lieutenant Cal to Captain Morales."

"Report," came a voice, who Spike assumed was Morales, from vaguely in Cal's direction.

"We didn't find the source of the energy, exactly," he said, "We did find a woman who is saturated in it. She also happens to be in the company of a Captain and two H.Q. guests."

"Very well," said Morales, "I'm having everyone transported to the Detention Buidling's Common Area. Stand by for transport."

"Aye, Aye." Cal said, then closed the channel by touching his badge again.

"Hang on, Faith," Spike said, "The next part is a little weird."

The hum of the transporter sounded again, and Spike's vision flooded with light.


Benjamin sat watching Spike, Willow, and this new woman, Faith in the Common Room. He sat at one of the tables against the wall, his left leg straightened out on the bench, idly twirling his cane on the floor with his right hand. He had been watching the other three, who sat talking at another table, for almost fifteen minutes. They seemed to be all smiles. Faith even laughed out loud a few times. His curiosity was driving him crazy, but these three had clearly known each other for a very long time, and they also very clearly had some catching up to do.

Still, Benjamin was familiar enough with Earth's history to know that Faith's attire was considered ancient, even in the twenty-first century. But, until just over a six weeks ago, he didn't even know that vampires or witches were anything other than myth.

The doors opened and a tall man with tan skin and salt and pepper gray hair walked in. Despite his Captain's insignia, he wore a gold collar, denoting him as a member of Sartfleet Security. This must be Captain Morales. Benjamin turned in his seat, using his left hand to support his injured leg. Once both feet were firmly planted on the ground, he shifted his cane to his left hand and stood.

On his feet, he turned, somewhat awkwardly, to face the captain. He realized that Morales had been staring at him as he had gotten to his feet. Feeling a flash of irritation, he pushed it down.

"Hello, Captain Benjamin," He said, "I am Captain Carlos Morales of Starfleet Headquarters Security."

Benjamin nodded, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his leg, and shook the man's hand.

Morales nodded to the trio, who had not stood, and asked quietly, "What can you tell me about that surge of energy we detected on H.Q. grounds, and how it relates to these three."

"Not much," Benjamin answered, "That woman, the one in the armor, I think her name is Faith, appeared in a flash of light. That might be the energy that you detected. Spike and Willow, the two sitting with her, seem to know her. Spike helped us on a mission almost a month ago, and Willow was rescued on that mission. A lot of the details are classified, but suffice it to say, I trust Spike with my life, and if that woman is a friend of his, I don't believe she poses a threat."

Captain Morales nodded. He considered for a moment before stepping aside and motioning toward the door. "If you will excuse us, Captain. I need to interview these people, and I'm sure you have more important business elsewhere."

"Of course, Captain," Benjamin said, "Give me just a sec." At Morales' nod, Benjamin hobbled over to the table that the others sat at. They looked up expectantly.

"I have some work to do," he said to the group, then he focused on Spike, "I'm serious about my offer. I really want you on my crew."

Spike shrugged, "I still won't leave Willow."

Benjamin turned to Willow. The red head was wearing a green dress that flattered her figure and brought out the brightness of her eyes. "Is that something you'd want?" he asked her.

Willow smiled, "I'm honestly not sure. I'm still getting used to the idea that I'm almost three hundred years removed from anything even remotely familiar."

"Think about it," Benjamin said, then turned and limped out of the room. As the door closed behind him, he desperately hoped he was right about there new guest.