Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS Or Angel, all rights reserved Joss Whedon (GOD) yadda yadda yadda
Rating: Well, I dunno how this works now, so I'm gonna go with the highest, just to be safe.
Pairing: Faith/Buffy – They are meant to be.
Notes: This fic has been updated, certain aspects will be different; don't just jump to the last chapter. I just didn't like where the fic was headed. As always, All reviews are welcome, including constructive crit, how can I improve without it?
Setting: Takes Place After and Alternate Season 7.
Chapter 1
Gotta Start Somewhere
Stockton Correctional Facility
Faiths POV
The darkness of my past dims the brightness of my future, I am alone, again, I look at my past and see all the hurt I have inflicted and don't see a way to make it better, its always there, not going to go away, no matter what I do to "redeem" my self.
There faces are always going to be there, at the back of my mind and everyone else's mind. I know that my past is always there and it's always going to haunt me, but, I would rather try to help the world apposed to being locked up all day.
The last run-down I received from Soul-boy was that Buffy succeeded in closing the Hellmouth, for good, and that was almost 6 months ago. Damn. What I wouldn't have done to be there for that fight!
Fang doesn't talk much of B anymore. I don't pry; I guess that goes with the Brooding Vamp thing.
"Wilkins, you got a visitor" An obnoxious guard named Carl pulls me out of my thoughts, the only visitor's I get are Angel and Cordy, and that special tingle gives me the feeling that its Angel.
Still lost in my thoughts I realize that at my special little booth it is not just Angel, there is another guy, an executive type guy. Just incase you didn't realize, me and exec's don't generally see eye to eye.
There is something about his guy though, he seems kind of… I don't know… edgy? Nervous? He readjusts his tie and pushes his black rim glasses closer to his face. He kinda reminds me of Clark Kent, in a bumbling but smart kinda way, from the black hair, the piercing blue eyes and sturdy chin, to the full black pin stripe suit, hiding what looks like a pretty good body. What? Its been years!
I realize with embarrassment that I have been just standing, looking at this guy for close to 10 seconds, I shake myself out of my reverie. Making eye contact with Angel as I sit down and pick up the phone, he does the same.
"Hey Angel"
"Faith, how are you doing?"
"Oh ya know five by five, 3 meals a day, a roof over my head, could be worse. What's up?" I hold eye contact and nod towards our Clark Kent-esq friend.
"Faith, this is Kalum Christenson, he is an associate of mine, and your new lawyer"
Huh, he doesn't seem like a scum bag lawyer, but, hey, I have been wrong before. I guess Angel wouldn't of brought him here is he was dirt.
"Kalum?" I raise my eyebrow at him in a question to which he nods "Not that I don't appreciate company, but, what's the what?" I'm not a scholar or nothing, everything I have learnt has been the hard way, so when Angel comes in unexpectedly with a non scummy lawyer, ya gotta figure, something is up.
He takes the phone from Angel and nervously starts.
"Faith, pleasure you finally meet you" He smiles at me, I think he is waiting for me to reply, I smirk at him, yeah, I'm sure it is.
"I'm here as a representative of the new Watchers Guild" My cockiness and smirk automatically replaced by boiling rage. Hang on. Guild? My confusion and apparent anger livens Angel, as he reaches for the phone
"Hear him out Faith" The look he is giving me is reinforcing that, but who am I to listen?
"Fuck no Angel. What the fuck are you doing, of all people, bringing council?" Then it hits me, "Faith, this is Kalum Christenson, he is an associate of mine". Angel works for the Council?
"Angel what the fuck is going on?" I ask more shocked and surprised than angry
"The council has disbanded, with the Watchers Guild now taking its place. The Guild is now situated all around the world, Kalum is from the L.A Branch, He is the most successful lawyer we have, and answers directly to me."
Ok I hear the words but they don't make sense, Angel, a vampire with a soul is in charge of the Los Angeles Branch of the council, Guild, whatever, the council's slogan being 'Kill the ones with fangs' this so don't make sense. Oh shit, they are still talking.
I make eye contact with Kalum, and gesture for him to start again
"Faith, what we are trying to tell you is some strings have been pulled by the head of the Watchers Guild. You are free to leave"
"You playing with me?" I will not get my hopes up; I look at Angel, who gives me a sly grin
"Would I do that Faith?"
Free? No more communal showers? No more guards trying to get touchy. No more horrible Sunday movies! I can sleep in. I can SLAY!
This is too much, something, something doesn't fit right.
"Ok so what's the catch?"
To Be Continued.
I will be reposting all already added chapters within the next few weeks, keep reading, there will be some changes!