Title: Who Are You?
Pairings: Angel/Faith, Angel/Buffy
Rating: T
Summary: Episodes go this way. Pangs, This Years Girl, then my fic begins with Who Are You/I Will Remember You, then Five by Five and Sanctuary. Basically it's set in 1st season Angel/4th season Buffy. IWRY never happened, Faith is currently in Buffy's body and this is my spin of the events following. This is a crossover fic.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's all Joss.

Chapter 1 - Down With The Sickness

"I'm sorry ma'am, but there are no available flights leaving Sunnydale at this time."

Faith sat there in Buffy's body listening to the woman on the phone.
"No flights?" Damn it. She sighs. "Well, what the soonest thing leaving Sunnydale, then?"

"There's a bus to Los Angeles leaving in half an hour."

"I'll take it." Anywhere but here.

Cordelia walked into Angel's office and saw Angel sitting alone in the dark.
"Angel? Angel, come on, you can't just stay in here forever. It's been over a week since you saw Buffy."

Angel turned around to face Cordelia. Cordy just continued talking.
"You saved her life. And everything worked out..." Cordy's head started to hurt. "...just..." She grabbed her head with her hands. "...fine." Cordelia collapsed to the floor, a vision unfolding in her head.

"Cordelia!" Angel rushed over to her. "What do you see?"

"There's a club. Over on Crawford Street. A demon's going to attack there."

"Alright, you go home and get some rest. I'll take care of the demon."

Faith was in a club surrounded by a group of men. She was wearing her usual entirely black, slutty outfit, finished off with heavy black make-up. Only this time it was being worn by the blonde slayer's body. Faith continued to dance around the guys, with the music blaring in the background. She made sure to keep a safe distance from all the guys. She wasn't big on personal contact. Unless of course she wanted it.

Angel walked into the club and started searching for the demon.

Faith suddenly stopped dancing. She sensed something. "Demon." She swung her elbow back hard, hitting her suspected attacker. Faith spun around to see... Oh shit. Not what she was expecting.

That voice. Angel looked up into green eyes that should be brown. "Buffy?"

"Angel." Oh god. I'm Buffy. Come on, I have to do this. I'm Buffy.
Faith's thoughts were interrupted by a demon crashing through the window. Faith didn't hesitate and rushed toward the demon before Angel could. She kicked it, but this demon was stronger than most and grabbed her leg mid-air. Faith looked at it in shock briefly before being thrown across the room.

"Buffy!" Angel grabbed his axe and swung at the demon, managing to cut it. Unfortunately, the demon used the force of Angel's swing to bring the blade back around into Angel's side. The bright green blood of the demon mixed with Angel's own. Angel fell to the floor, possibly because of the demon blood, or maybe because of the large axe stuck in his side.

"Oh my god." Faith wasn't sure what to do. Maybe I should just leave him. No, I'm Buffy. Faith leaned over and pulled the axe out of Angel's side. "Are you okay?" She tried to say it as sweetly as possible, faking concern the best she could. She touched her hand to his cheek. "Hey. You're gonna be alright."

Angel looked up and gazed into her eyes. He had missed this. It had been so long since he had felt the warmth of her skin against his own, and he loved every second of it. Even if it was only just her hand. He couldn't bring himself to respond, he just kept staring soundlessly.

"Come on, I'll get you home." Against her better judgment, Faith lifted Angel up and carried him back to the hotel. I'll just drop him off, and never see him again. It's fine. I'm Buffy. And we're broken up. Right. Buffy.

Faith helped Angel to his room.
"You rest here for a while." Faith turned to head out of the room, out of his life, but Angel stopped her.

"Buffy. Could you..." Angel watched as she spun around to look at him, her bright blonde hair spilling down her shoulders as she moved. "Could you stay here? Just for a little while. I mean, I know you have other things to do." Maybe this is a bad idea.

"Sure. I'll go get some bandages." Faith left to go to the bathroom to get supplies. She stopped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. She watched as the brave and beautiful slayer vanished and changed into her real reflection. The murderer. The person without emotions, without a heart. Faith shook her head and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. This isn't who I am. I can't... but I have to. Faith grabbed the bandages and went back out to Angel.
"Here, just take your jacket and your shirt off." Faith watched as Angel struggled to move. What would Buffy do? Help him. Right. Faith reached out to him and pulled his hands off of his jacket. "I got it." She looked deep into his eyes and noticed something. She saw something that she wasn't used to. Love.

Faith finished up and backed up looking at him. He was so... no. She couldn't think about him that way. Even if he did look great without a shirt. Faith's mind started wandering, but she snapped herself out of it. She picked up the shirt and shoved it at Angel. She was about to yell at him to put it back on, but she looked at the huge tear in the shirt and decided against it. She lowered her arm.
"Umm, I'll just get you a new one." She opened the drawer and pulled out another black shirt. As she pulled it out, a photograph fluttered to the floor. She bent down to pick it up. After looking at the picture for a moment, she wordlessly mouthed the name. "Buffy." She set the picture back into the dresser and pushed it closed.
"Here. Put this on." Faith cast her eyes away from his gorgeous, muscled body. Wow.

"Thanks." Angel wasn't really sure what he was doing. He wasn't even really sure what was happening. But seeing her standing there... it would've been breath-taking if he had the breath.

"Well, I let you get some sleep. I'm going out. I don't know when I'll be back." If I ever come back. Faith was finding it harder than she expected to tear herself away. She started to walk away, but glanced back at him one last time. "Goodbye."
She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and stepped out into the sunlight of the new day.

Angel didn't say anything as she left, he was too weak. He felt himself slowly drifting into slumber. He let the feeling wash over him and he started to dream about the past.
You almost went away today.
Angel rolled over in his sleep.
All I see is you. All I want is you.
A flash of Buffy's face went through his mind. A small smile crept onto his face while he remembered the good memories. Then the memories started to change for the worse.
I can't believe you're breaking up with me.
Suddenly a flash of Faith's body lying in the hospital bed. She opened up her eyes and when she did, Angel shot straight up in bed. His heart was pounding in his chest.
"I'm alive."