Author's Note: I am trying my hand at writing fanfic, since I noticed an under abundance of Allydia fic. I also thought that adding it with my other favorite ship Fuffy would be a good idea. Oh and in this fic Faith is 24 because I kind of wanted her and Allison to be somewhat in age. Also, Sunnydale isn't a hole in the ground after the fight with the first, but once again the school is blown to bits. I think that is it. If you have any questions just ask. :)
"Almost done sweet heart?" Chris Argent asked his daughter Allison, while picking up the last box from her room labeled books. Giving her and the now empty room a once over. His gray eyes looking at the back of his daughter's head as she is giving her room one last look before she calls another room on the other side of town her own.
"Yeah. I just wanted one more look." She says it with sadness and longing wishing that events from the past year could have ended differently. She wonders what her mother's last thoughts were before she ended her life in this very room. The thought is quickly dispelled when Allison reminds herself that her mother wouldn't want her to think about these things. Victoria was a lot of things, but none of them were weak. "I'm going to miss this place." Turning to face her father. "I'm done now." It held so many memories, a lot with Scott, but even more with Lydia and the times her mom would come in and talk to her about school or random current events. This is a fresh start she thought to herself. Exiting her now old house and into her father's SUV.
"This place is starting to look like home already." Allison glances around her new room in the Argents' penthouse. She just finished putting her new room together, when she notices a medium sized box labeled F.A sitting in the middle of her room.
"Dad, I think you put the wrong box in my room by mistake!" Allison yells from her room. Hearing nothing she figures her dad went out to go get takeout. They haven't been eating as many home cooked meals since, her mother passed away, not because her mom did the majority of the cooking, but because she and her father lost the energy to cook for themselves. Walking towards the box with an x-acto blade in in her hand, she decides to open it thinking it would be nice to put whatever was in there away for her Dad.
After, tearing the scotch tape away with the razor; she pries the sides of the box open. The box contains a large amount of papers, but what catches her eye is a picture of a girl that looked about 6 when the picture was taken. Allison has never seen the girl before, but continues rifling through the box until she pauses on a manila folder with Faith Argent scrawled on the tab.
Allison has been sitting in the same spot for twenty minutes trying to get the courage to open the folder. She lets her curiosity get the better of her and flips the folder open. Inside she finds news clippings with Girl Missing on the top of a few and others that say Strange Animal Attacks on them. The front door of their penthouse closes and Allison looks up just in time to see her dad walking into her room.
"Dad, what is all of this? And who's Faith?" Standing up with the file in her now shaky hands, hoping that whomever Faith is that she isn't dead because Allison is so done with death right now, she doesn't think she could handle another funeral. She is now giving her father a questionable look that says answer me when he finally does, he says in a voice full of melancholy and guilt, "Your older sister."
Allison sees the pain in her father's eyes and takes a different approach instead of being angry. "What do you mean my sister? I never-I don't remember having a sister." Her voice laced with tears at this revelation. The tears are partially from the anger of more family secrets, but also with sorrow because her older sister was missing.
They stand in the middle of the room still because no one knows how to start the conversation. "You might not remember her, but she was around when you were younger. You used to call her Faihy because you couldn't say Faith or Faithy at the time. I believe you were four when Faith ran away." He finished trying to keep the pain in his voice at a neutral level. Chris hadn't brought up the subject of his eldest daughter since before Victoria was bitten. He has been trying to track her for so long, but now understands that she'll be found when she wants to be found.
"How could you just let her runaway?" Allison says with indignation in her voice. "I-I don't understand. Why was she kept secret from me?" When Chris doesn't respond, they stay still for a few moments. Allison, crying silent tears trying to assess the situation and Chris trying to go over what he has to explain to her in his head.
"I think it's best if we sit down and discuss this, sweet heart." Crossing the room to sit at the head of Allison's bed. When she joins him he gives her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and a kiss to the crown of her head. "I know that we have kept secrets from you and I deeply apologize for putting you in a tough situation." He starts. "After you were born Faith was set on taking care of you like an older sister should. She would play with you and your nerf bow set for hours. I have never witnessed a better smile than the ones that she reserved for you." He finishes with a sad smile.
"If that's the case, why did she run away and leave me?" Allison asks with pain in her mind and her heart.
"Oh no. She never meant to leave you, but she didn't agree with the family business at the time. Your mother, Kate, even Gerard and I tried to find her. Then, one night we got a call from our distant cousins the Lehane's and they said that Faith ended up on their doorstep in Boston. She was very cunning even at ten. The Lehane's thought it would be best if Faith stayed with them since, she wanted no ties to the family business. That was one of the last nights we actually heard where Faith was. After that night, whenever your mother and I would hear the phone ring we would hope that it would be Faith on the other end asking to come home, but it would Jane or James telling us how Faith was doing and explaining that Faith didn't want to speak to us, but that she sends her love." Chris stopped in the middle of his story to take a breather because the next part always made him even more upset, but hopeful that Faith would come back to them.
"On the night of Faith's 16th birthday Jane called us hysterical, asking if we have seen Faith. She was tripping over words saying that Faith left their manor with a British woman that was spewing thins about great power, Faith's destiny and something about the slayer of the undead. She also mentioned that the woman wore too much tweed and that they sped off in a gray Honda pilot. I don't know if you remember, but shortly after we moved to Boston to see if we could find her ourselves. Our search was short lived, but we never stopped looking even when we were moving from place to place, we would hear stories about a young girl saving people from creatures. Unfortunately, when we would show up to those areas her trail would run cold. Faith was always good at hiding until she wanted to be found." Chris finished reveling in the thoughts that they were so close to finding Faith. She would be about 24 now and that thought alone made him want to continue his search for her. It's what Victoria would have wanted and it would give him peace to know that his first born was alive and healthy.
Looking up in still wet eyes Allison finds it in heart to smile at the small information that her dad has given her. "She sounds very smart and brave." She finishes trying to picture what her sister would look like now. Her mind makes up a woman that is about 24 in age, tall, with dark hair and eyes with a physical build. Allison's mind then strays to what her sister could be doing at that moment and if she is thinking of Allison the way that Allison is thinking of her.
"She is." Chris says with a proud tone. Looking down at his daughter because he knows that her sister would be so proud to see how much Allison has grown, since she has been gone. He notices Allison releasing a quiet yawn when he surveys the alarm clock on her nightstand that reads 10:35 in blue letters. He gently unwraps his arms from the embrace that they were in to gently stand two feet from the bed. "You look tired sweetheart. You have had an eventful day and you need your rest to enjoy the rest of your vacation." With that Allison gives him a complying nod and he leans down to give her one more kiss to her head. "Sleep tight, princess. We can talk more about this tomorrow or whenever you are ready. I promise not to hold back, unless you tell me to." He turns to walk towards the door when, "Hey dad?" escapes Allison's mouth. "Yes, sweet heart?" "Thanks for not lying to me and telling me the truth about Faith." She says with a smile. "Anytime, I am here to be the normal father to you and that's what I am going to do." He exits the room and Allison starts to make up her room and her bed for sleep.
When she gets into her bed, Allison thinks about Lydia, her sister and the future. She gives into sleep and has a night full of good dreams that she hasn't had in such a long time.