Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters, not the shows/ comics. Nothing.

A/N: This takes place during the eighth season, so it has heavy comic book influences. Just an idea that popped into my head the other night, characters are a bit OOC. It won't be a super long fic, but I think it'll be interesting.

My Redemption

By: Zilaria

Chapter 1: The Little Things

Isn't it funny how despite having been the other slayer, the dark chosen one, the murderous psychopath, and finally the reformed fighter, most girls don't know who I am. At least most of the girls I've come across have absolutely no idea. They know who blondie is, big surprise there, but me, nah never even heard of me.

"Hey… Faith?"

I glance up realizing that I had zoned out on my newbie. That must have been awkward for her.

"Yeah Skye, What can I do you for?" I say in a chill tone. This chick has been wound up too tight the last couple of days and it's fucking driving me insane.

"Is it ok? I mean that we're going over there, is it fine?"

The way she looks at me almost breaks my heart. That was me, years back that was me, with the nervousness and jitters and all that. I may have been a badass but I was scared as fuck. Buffy scared the living daylights out of me, and I guess I had good reason.

"G-man sent us. It's five by five" I turn my back to her and make myself comfy on the plane, ignoring the worried looks she was shooting me.

She still was nervous about everything, she thought that maybe they would try her and execute her or something. I mean generally rogue slayers are a bad thing. But I counsel them you know, show them the straight and oh so narrow path and all that shit.

I feel her settling into her seat and finally relaxing some and for some strange reason I feel relieved. I don't want her walking in there pretending to be a damn criminal. Been there done that, doesn't fucking work.

With Buffy, it never fucking works.

I shook Skye gently when we landed, she had fallen asleep some odd hour ago, and really I didn't feel like waking her. I wanted time to myself, sort shit out in my head. I'm seeing Buffy again, and to be real honest, I don't know how I feel about B right now.

I mean, I want her forgiveness and all, but that chick just drives me crazy. Like there's always something that I gotta do that gets under her skin.

"Skye wake up" I grumbled, the thoughts of B putting me in a sour mood.

"You should really stop thinking about her so much, it's kinda weird and almost obsessive in a strange schoolgirl crush way" Skye sleepily smiled up at me from her seat, knowing that her comment would keep me quiet.

It did.

I didn't talk to her again until we were almost at the castle. I wanted to tell her so much, like be careful, don't open up right away, don't bare your soul, 'cause all you get back is a world of pain. But I didn't. All I told her was to smile, because they don't hurt people who smile.

Skye smiled at me nervously, and shook her head while she pushed my shoulder gently. It was her way of telling me to shut my trap hole. She'd gotten used to my corny ass jokes but that didn't mean she liked 'em.

I was going to make some weird comment about her loving to flirt with me, but I was distracted by an extremely large Dawn. Wow, shit changes fast. Little D, or I guess Big D, since she's not so little anymore looks down at our car suspiciously. I park the piece of shit right before the castle, and taking a deep breath get out of it.

"So munckin," I yelled up to her "How's the weather treatin' ya?"

"FAITH!"

Next thing I know, I'm being picked up by a giant hand and shook all around.

"Hey kiddo, take it easy, I ain't a rag doll." Good thing the kid still likes me. I wasn't sure about that.

"Why are you here? When did you get- well duh you just got here! YAY!" she jumps up and down in excitement, causing turmoil in the castle I'm sure.

I laugh at her damn actions, and yell for her to put me down. Jesus, B's trying to kill me already.

I let out a breath when my feet touch the ground and I smile over at Skye, Dawns yelling for someone to open the doors so I don't introduce them. I'm sure there will be plenty time for that shit later.

Some red head with a weird do opens the door, grumbling something about not being a damn maid. I smirk at her, not blaming her for complaining. I wouldn't want to do some shitty door opening duty either.

I signal for Skye to follow and the red head leads us to what seems like command control. Shit this was high tech. I was amazed by all the screens and the computers and the man power behind it all. Buffy's giving orders and watching the screens while Red is just perched at her right hand side. Xan man is looking mighty down, sitting in some chair with his patch up eye. They have no idea I'm here. Great.

"So much for a fucking library B. I always knew you'd wanted something else."

Buffy turns around faster than you can say "fuck me" or just plain "fuck" actually. Her eyes light up in that "I want to kill you" way that I always get when she sees me. Really makes me giddy inside.

"Oh come on B," I smirk, strolling over to a chair and plopping in it and putting my feet up at some random desk. "Don't pretend you don't want me here. Nice place"

She glowers at me, stepping down from the platform and pushing my feet quite forcibly off the table.

"What do you want? State it, and get out. You're not welcome here."

I look around the room and notice that Skye is really nervous and on guard while the other girls are confused. You know, what the hell! If I was such a threat to Buffy, wouldn't they at least tell the other girls about me? So you know, I can have some bad ass cred? You'd think so, but no, it's always been about Buffy in the Buffyverse!

"G-man sent me here blondie. To stay. So I'm not going anywhere" I stand up and face her, not backing down from her presence. She should know better by now. "I got precious cargo to deliver, figured you'd need that" I motion over to Skye and she steps over.

"This girl here, she was sent by G. Told me to keep her here until necessary. Don't know what the fuck that means, but hey, I know it means she has a free pass here," I watched Buffy's face contort with anger as she realized what that meant, "and so do I."

"Bullshit. She stays, you. You get the hell out." Cold. Cold as steel. Cold as always.

I looked into her green eyes, wondering when it was the last time I saw them without that gleam. Wasn't I doing enough now? Converting rogues, being a help, not fucking retiring. I would have been five by five just chillin' at some island. But no. I had to do more.

"We five by five F?" she spits out and I realize I left her waiting for an answer. I look at her and I get mad because not too long ago, I saved her life. I saved her and all she had to thank me with was kicks, punches and jabs to the heart.

"Nah B. We're not clear at all," I say slowly, looking into her eyes. "I'm staying here, with Skye, you like it or not. I'm done with this shit of you being boss. I saved your life, I helped you in Sunny D. It's time you fucking accept that I'm on your side now."

Please accept that I'm on your side now is really what I'm thinking as her eyes widen. Not a chance.

"You tried to kill me, my friends, Angel…"

"That was a long time ago B." I say calmly. I look at her and she has this look of incredulity on her face. "You fucking stabbed me B. Put me in a coma, for fucking months!"

I hear gasps around the room as the girls start to realize that their leader and I have somewhat of a rocky history.

"You were murdering people."

"And now, I've changed. Accept that Buffy. I'm not the Faith you knew. I've grown, seen things I shouldn't have seen as punishment, and come to realize that we need to let this go."

I was surprised with myself. I was being fucking civil.

"I'll never let go. Never."

She walked away from me, leaving me in a room full of super powered chicks. It was then that I realized Red had yet to speak, and the Xan man too for that matter.

I turned to look at them, and realized they had the same looks on their faces that Buffy had on hers. The girls around the room became tense, as if they were preparing to take me on. Those new slayers might not know my history, but their bosses do, and really at this point that's all that matters.

Fuck me. It's always damn hard with Buffy.