Noted: This fic was based on an rp done on Neopets. Just a little bit of fun.

CAST:

Buffy: Kittybeenbad - On ffn: sanityfair

Faith: jamiesgotagun15

Willow: Illyriafred

Anya: idontknowu2

Spike: kai16

Dawn: buffygirl52789 - ffn: same

The Story:

Sunnydale. The name usually sounded cheerful and welcoming when one might speak of it, unless of course one had met Buffy Summers and taken to the consquences of knowing her. Faith, the rogue slayer had definately hated Sunnydale from the moment she rolled into on the Greyhound bus, but had buisness, and nothing else mattered. On the spot she stood near a large oak tree silently weighing out her options before she let a sigh escape her lips.

Buffy slammed the door to her house as she headed out of it. After the billionth time she was putting up things that she wanted to do for the sake of her calling. Couldn't for just one night, could she have even a little bit of normal life. She couldn't go to The Bronze, couldn't hang out with her friends, she couldn't even stay at home and do nothing. Sighing she headed toward the cemtery

Soon she was in the enclosure of the graveyard. She gripped her stake tighter and began to walk slowly and steadily while waiting for some fanged baddies to pop up. She knew they were around, she could always tell when they were around. The question was always, where.

A bit of Deja Vu began to enter the Rogue as her brown doe eyes traced her fellow slayer's path from the gate of Shady Rest cemetery, and closer and closer towards herself. She spoke of nothing as she slowly made her self seen, stepping from the hidden blanket of shadows and waiting for her presence to be noticed.

"You stalking me?" Buffy said into the air knowing full well it was her sister slayer. Or has time would have it, things changed between them. She no longer felt the kin ship that she used to. Faith was evil, Faith needed to be stopped. She couldn't forget that. Clearly, there was a reason why she was out of prison and she needed to be prepared.

A chuckle passed through Faith's lips. Her callused hands went up to the side of her head, "Got me, B." She shrugged, dropping her hands and continuing forward. She wasn't here to make trouble or start a fight. Just to.. make amends? Apoligize? Hell, she didn't even know what she wanted to say, just wanted things to be right.

Buffy crossed her hands, "Okay, good I found you out. Now then, what do you want?"

She never let go of her stake, though what good would it do against another slayer. Faith would know all the moves one uses when weilding one.

Faith shrugged for a moment, as if thinking, dwelling on the thought. She neared her a few more feet, soon standing just in front of her, then spoke. "Well, I would like a condo on the beach.. maybe a big sack o' money.." she stared into the sky for a moment, continuing on her mock-mantra.

"Wow, it's nice to know you haven't lost your sense of humor after killing people," the blonde said.
Buffy's voice was level. She was still uneasy, I mean Faith just shows up and suddenly they were supposed to act like it was all peachy king. Buffy was much too catious for that.

She shrugged, smilling a moment into the face of her fellow killer of the vampires. She held a fist up to her own jaw a moment, "Wow. I gotta' say, I thought you might be breakin' my glass jaw here the first second you saw me. Maybe we've both changed.. " She paused, fishing through her pockets for a package of cigarettes, "Nah, Wes he.. uh.. got me outta' the slammer to do some Angelus killin'"

Buffy stopped, "Angelus? W-What?" Why hadn't she known about this? Was this a lie, or was Faith really telling the truth.

She had to smirk at the look of Buffy was slowly condeeming. "Relax, B. Didn't have to kill him or nothin'. He's all soulful now. Gave me a few bumps an' bruises, but I'm five by five." She took out a wooden cased lighter and lit the stick of cloves before taking a long drag from it.

Buffy furrowed her eyebrows, "Well...that's good. So I take it you've heard about The First then?"

Buffy was hurt that Angel hadn't told her that he had managed to lose his sou...againl. But, she decided to put that to the side...for now. There were bigger things then the woes of their relationship.

Not much. Just that it's uh.. causin' you trouble? I don't know why Wes sent me down here. I'm sure you got it all under control. Always have." She backed up a few paces, taking a seat on the edge of a large tombstone.

Buffy cocked her head to the side and took a hard look at Faith. As much as she didn't want to belive it, maybe Faith actually had changed. The old Faith wouldn't have bothered to help out anyone but herself. But, something about her had changed and Buffy could tell.

"Welcome aboard," Buffy said managing a smile.

She shrugged, smirking just once more before finishing off the cigarette and extinguishing it beneath her foot. "So, uh.. nobody's died or nothin' since I've been gone right? Nothing too major hasn't happened I hope." Though sarcasm her tone held, she rather seriously was questioning the thought.

Buffy shrugged, "A few..but, you wouldn't know them. Come on, we should go back to my house, let everyone know that your here. Do, um..." Buffy didn't know how to ask or even if Faith would accept, but she couldn't have any more casualties, especially when it was caused by something as minor as this, "...a place to stay?"

Got nothin'. Sack o' clothes and weeks supply of cigarettes, but that's it. So, yea, a room would be appreciated, if available. "She turned back towards the tree she had waited in, gathering a black canvas bag in her hands, then turning back towards Buffy

"As long as your still we're the same side, you've got a place to stay," Buffy said and with a stifled laugh added, "But, you'll be sharing with about twenty other girls. But, you should be used to that, right?"

Buffy wasn't sure how Faith felt about being in prison, but she was sure the joke wouldn't offend her. She nodded her head to indicate it was time to go.

Heaving the rather empty bag across her shoulder, she nodded with a slight shrug. "Well, hopefully these s won't be doin' what those s were." With her free hand she raked her fingers through her long, wavy locks, no longer the pole-straight raven colored tresses she'd once had.

Buffy gave Faith a half smile, "I'm pretty sure I don't want to know."