Author: LELE

Rating: R to NC-17 (the fun stuff)

Summary: Now that Faith is out of prison will her relationship continue to grow or are there just too many obstacles in the way?

AN: Yes this is a sequel. Did I ever plan on one? No. If you hate this blame it on Bobbi, she put the idea in my head. Okay well she mentioned wanting one and I laughed to myself thinking it's never going to happen, but then all I kept thinking about was doing a sequel. Finally I was rereading one of my old poetry books and I came across Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice" and here we are. Thank you Gina, seriously, for being my Beta on this as well as Leave Out All The Rest, which is definitely my priority over this fic.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost

Chapter One

"Oh Shit!" Is the first thing I've said since we left L.A. and Red started to talk. I don't know if Willow swerved the car because she saw the girl hit the ground in front of us or from my yelling. It is not often that I'm surprised, but when things like this happen I need to take a minute. While I paused to take a breath, Red was quick to get out of the car to check on the girl lying in the road.

"Yup, I guess I'm back in Sunnydale." I know it wasn't the most sensitive thing to say, but this the only place I know where you see carnage the moment you pass by the Welcome sign.

"Do you mind giving me a hand?" Obviously Red was annoyed though she was trying to play it off; still I kept my comments to myself and went over to help her out. Apparently helping Willow consisted of standing next to the bleeding, unconscious girl while Glinda the Good Witch called 911. When the ambulance arrived they were quick to grab the girl and go, while the police stayed to ask us some questions. Lucky for me, Glinda did all the talking, because it would have been a lot harder for me to keep the sarcasm out of my voice when I explained the situation. Seriously, Red has to be a saint to be so patient when explaining that the girl was stabbed. How would any cop in their right mind think a car could cause a knife wound?

Surprisingly enough, the ride to the hospital was a quiet one. Personally I am used to living in my thoughts, but I was sort of worried that Red would explode if she didn't say something soon. Before I decided to break the silence, I looked over at Willow only to find her shaking a smidge. I knew she couldn't have been freaked out by what just happened with everything she's seen, but then I noticed the tremor was coming from right hand, the hand that was covered in the girl's blood.

Seeing panic in a Scooby's eye has always been intriguing to me. It's not that I want them in pain, but normally they're all smiles, so seeing that shit can affect them makes me feel a little better.

"Like I said, I'm still working on being okay." When she said that to me, I gave her a light nod back even though I had no idea what she was talking about. Suddenly I felt pretty bad about ignoring her the entire car ride. I guess I missed out on some pretty important shit.

The ride to the hospital was short, I probably could have gotten here faster on foot, but really I'm not too excited to be here in the first place. Once again Red is out of the car before I can even get the door open, but she waits patiently for me by the hood. I really hate this place.

As soon as I'm by her side we head for the doors, which seem to take forever to get to even though it's actually only seconds before we're inside. Instead of seeking out Road Kill girl, Red hightails it to the nearest bathroom and washes down both arms. If I wasn't here, I bet the girl would have tried to jump in the sink for a bath.

After some wandering, talking to ten nurses and five doctors, we finally find the girl we were looking for. Since technically we're not family, they told us her condition was confidential. Looking into the window, I see there isn't much to tell us anyway, since Sunshine is obviously still knocked out. For the first time in what seemed like years, Willow finally left my side. Of course she was only gone for three minutes; god forbid someone leave the ex-psycho alone.

"I called the house, Buffy's out on patrol." Good to know B still has them on a short leash.

"You sure she's one of us? She doesn't look like much now. Not a potential Slayer, I mean." I said while looking at the barely breathing girl.

"Don't know, seems to fit, though. We'll know more when she regains consciousness." Red replied with a lot of hope behind her words.

"If she regains consciousness, girl's been gutted like a catfish." God I'm hungry.

"Yeah..." Red said while trying not to make eye contact.

"Something's killing girls all over the world, trying to end the Slayer line. Thing like that, figure I might get a heads up." Why the fuck didn't Buffy call me?

"Faith..." As much as I would've liked to see Red try to talk her way out of it, I couldn't stand being in this place any longer.

"You know what; I'm going to go find miss Slayer-in-charge. If the girl wakes up, she's going to want to talk to the Chosen One, not second best." Okay so I was being a bit salty.

"I don't know…" Just 'cause I'm pissed-off, why does she have to think I'm going to go overboard.

"Hey, no worries, okay. B and I are wicked chill now, so it's all good." Before the Scooby was able to speak, I took off down the halls and out the door to find my golden Slayer.

Using my senses, it didn't take me too long to hunt down my other half. All I wanted to do was run over to her and jump into her arms. With great effort, I was able to make myself stay where I was. As creepy as it may be, I just wanted to watch her for a second. Beautiful. The way she moved, the strength that was hidden under her tiny frame…it was all so stunning I needed a moment to take it all in. I love her, and now we can finally be together without any bullshit. Well, minus that whole evil thing trying to end the Slayer line crap we have to deal with first.

Still, this is our new start. For the first time since I met her, we are on the same page with the same goal. It's a good feeling, being on the same side, loving her the way she deserves and knowing she loves me back just as much. Fuck taking the moment, I am ready to get the girl.

With strong and steady steps, I start walking to my final destination. However, my B starts running in a different direction and I quickly notice she found herself a vamp to play with. Since B has taught me that sharing is caring, I figure she'll have no problem with me taking this kill from her. Vamps are just the gift that keeps on giving.

As Buffy looks to be closing in on the vamp, dead-breath changes direction quick enough to increase the gap between herself and B. The move would've been pretty smart if she wasn't heading straight toward me. Once I'm a foot, I step out from the shadows and punch mush-for-brains right in the face. The second my fist made contact I could feel her nose break, and a sense of belonging fell over me. Looking up from the vamp, I see B finally decided to join in on the fun.

"Hey B, fancy meeting you here." Giving her my dimple-packed smile, I expected a much better response than I received.

"You know, when Willow said she was bringing someone with her, I should have known it was you." The venom in her voice completely threw me off.

"Buffy…"

It shouldn't be this hard. That's the first thing I that comes to my mind when she hits me for the first time. I get that I've been locked up for the last couple of years but this is ridiculous, no cry-baby vampire is going to make me her bitch. As far as shitty days go, this one really is top notch. First I have to fake-listen to Willow as she babbles for two hours straight while driving from Angel's place, then the only thing that shuts her up is some girl getting tossed out of a car in front of us. And now I'm fighting some skanky vampire bitch with Buffy watching on like she couldn't care less who wins. Finally forcing myself to concentrate, I quickly stake the vamp and turn to ask B what crawled up her ass and died.

"Listen, B," Turning around, I see Blondie has already started to walk away now that the show is over. "Hey, wait just a second. What the hell is going on with you?" As much as I wanted to chase after her, I stood my ground and shouted as loud as I could at her.

"Sorry Faith, I didn't realize I was supposed to have a parade set up to celebrate your return." Walking back over to me Buffy made sure to get right in my face. "We do need you Faith, but don't get it twisted. I don't want you here. Once this is all over, I plan on going many more years without having to see your face again." Her stone cold eyes made my insides feel like something was slowly tearing me apart.

"So what, am I only good enough for you when we're both locked up?" I wanted to sound angry, righteous, but my voice was too broken for even fake confidence.

"I don't know what the fuck you're taking about." Even though I knew I was in no shape to go ten rounds with B, I still had to know what she was talking about.

"You seemed to want me around when I was fucking you nice and hard in my bed a couple of months ago." I hated to lower what we had to just sex, but if she was going to hurt me than I was just going to have to go back at her.

"Did you start using in prison Faith, because the only way I would ever let you touch me like that is in your dreams. That must have been some hallucination though, me in prison and actually wanting you. Only animals belong in cages." She didn't need to finish her sentence, the way she eyed me clearly expressed what she thought.

Without waiting for me to reply, Buffy once again walks away. Instead of following her and forcing her to explain what the hell she was talking about, I decide to talk the longest route I could to her house.

Life sure is one shitty beast. Every time I think I have something figured out, everything has to change and fuck my world up wicked shitty. Ever since she left me all I could think about was getting out and being with her, and this is what I get. Leaning against a mausoleum, I slowly fall to my knees. Fuck her and everything she said or meant to me. I always knew she was no good for me; a girl like her is all pretty and perfect.

"Nobody's perfect." Her voice whispers to me. Fuck you Buffy Summers.

With my hands trying to hide my face, I cried.