Faith watches arms crossed across her chest as Conner is taken down by a girl. Not just any girl, but a 5"3' brown head by the name of Sam. Okay so her real name is Samantha but everybody calls her Sam. Apparently when Faith was put in prison Sam was awakened as a Slayer. Angel can't or won't explain it. When Faith showed up a week ago she was slightly shocked. And yes Sam had fought Faith for about the first day. Why was Faith is LA? To resoul Angel. Which took four days and one hell of a beating. Not to mention the bite and the little mind walk, but we're not going there just yet.
Anyways, Sam had helped out with resouling Angel. Okay so she saved Faith's ass a couple times, but Faith ant about to tell anybody that. Finally they got him resouled and Faith decided to stay around for a few days at least. She chuckles when Conner grunts under Sam. He knocks her off him, but she quickly recovers. She smirks at him, before kicking him in the side of the head. He's bleeding, Faith can't help but laugh.
"You're just going let them kill each other huh?" Cordelia asks from beside Faith.
"Yup, if that's what they want to do." Faith nods, she's not really but might as well let Queen C think so and have a little fun.
Cordelia rolls her eyes, "Whatever," she steps forward, "You two stop!"
Sam stops breathing hard and turns to Cordelia, "What, fraid I'm gonna hurt softy here?" she asks smiling.
"I'm afraid you're both going to get hurt." Cordelia says sighing deeply.
"Whatever," Sam rolls her eyes, "I'm getting bored of beating his ass anyways."
"I let you!" Conner huffs heading up the stairs, "And next time I won't!"
"He always gets pissy when I beat him. Used to be a challenge." Sam sighs.
Faith raises an eyebrow, "Want a challenge huh?"
Sam laughs, "You can't be talking about you. You just had the crap beat out of you. No way I'm sparing with you."
"Scared of me?" Faith smirks.
"Yeah, hurting you." Sam bites back, rolling her eyes.
"Oh you're asking for it." Faith says moving forward.
"Asking for what?" Sam says moving forward as well.
Faith smiles she's attempting to be intimidating but it's not really working on Sam. Once they are within arms reach of each other Sam shakes her head and turns. Faith moves to trip her, but Sam turns quickly grabbing Faith's arm and pinning it behind her back. Faith gets out easily, turning and throwing a punch. It collides with Sam's cheek, and she kicks Faith's side. Several more punches and kicks are thrown, before Faith somehow lands on her back. Sam sets on her stomach smirking down at her.
Faith however is not smiling, she trying to ignore the feeling rising in her groin. She hadn't got laid after her battle with Angelus, and she really needed to do that. Therefore having Sam on top of her was….well distracting to say the least. Sam seems to pick up on the fact that Faith is fighting an arousal because her breathing changes and the smirk leaves her face. It's at this point that Faith realizes she might just be in trouble. She doesn't move as her and Sam's eyes lock. Faith's not sure what the look in Sam's eyes is, and she isn't given a chance to find out 'cause Angel clears his throat.
Sam jumps off Faith, "We were…sparing…" She says swallowing hard.
"Yeah, sparing." Faith nods getting off the floor.
Angel shakes his head and laughs a little, "Did I say anything?"
"I'm going to take a shower," Sam says.
"Yeah good idea," Faith nods as both girls head upstairs.
"I'll save some warm water," Sam says before opening the door to her bedroom.
"Won't need it," Faith grumbles before realizing it. "I mean, thanks."
Sam laughs a little and shakes her head before disappearing into her room. Faith disappears into hers as well, hoping to relieve a little tension.
Faith was right, she didn't need hot water. 'God I gotta get laid' Faith thinks as she makes her way down the stairs. Not only was she locked up with a bunch of girls for two years, but she had just been in a big battle. Sighing she makes her way downstairs to see everybody gathered. Sam looks up seeing her and smiles slightly.
"Hey get that shower?"
"Yeah," Faith nods. "Sorry about the little…sparing thing."
Sam shrugs, "Hey I beat you, I should be sorry. But I'm not." She smiles.
Faith laughs, "So what's up? Why are we all gathered around?"
"Buffy called," Sam says from her place on the counter. "There's some kinda apocalypse. Not sure what kind yet, Angel ain't really said."
Angel sighs hanging up the phone, "Okay Buffy said they're battling the First, as in the First Evil. It's killing off potential slayers, attempting to end the Slayer line. Which means that Faith and Samantha." Sam rolls her eyes, "Might be in danger. Of course Buffy's taking care of the potentials, but she said she needs warriors, so…." He lets the sentence drop not looking at Faith and Sam.
"They need us," Sam says. "And don't call me Samantha."
"I'm not saying you have to go," Angel says.
"I'll go, can't be that bad right? Come on I've faced some pretty bad shit here, maybe I could help." Sam says.
Faith nods, "I agree. If I'm needed I'll go. Nothing really going on here, and can't wait for another good fight."
Angel sighs, "I don't think we have any choice. We can't just leave Buffy to fight this. They could really use your help." He looks at Faith, "Just be careful." He looks at Sam, "And there's no way you're going."
"What the hell?" Sam jumps off the counter, "That's messed up! I'm not a kid!"
"You're eighteen; I'm not sending you off to die." Angel says.
Sam glares, "Look Angel, I'm not a kid. And you're sending Faith."
"Faith can handle herself." Angel says.
"And I can't?!" Sam laughs a harsh laugh, "You're such a freaking hypocrite!"
"Office now!" Angel says Sam glares but moves to the office. The others can hear yelling, Faith is the only one who can really hear what they're saying.
Soon the door opens and Sam stomps out, "Samantha wait!" Angel follows her.
"No! You can freaking turn evil and I fought it! You forget that I'm not a baby! I'm not the little girl who showed up scared to hell on your doorstep. I'm a good fighter and to have you tell me I'm not good enough to go fight whatever the hell it is going on, is worse then a slap in the face. Maybe you don't want me around Buffy, is that it? I'm not good enough for you to send 'cause ya think I'm gonna embarrass you? I took Faith down! I'm a slayer!" Her eyes shoot fire and Angel sighs.
"I don't want you getting hurt. That's it, and if you're here I can protect you." Angel says.
"I don't need to be protected. Who protected me from Angelus? Nobody but me! He kicked my ass Angel and I'm still standing. You can't tell me for one second that, that means nothing. He was the ultimate evil Vamp in his day, and I was part of what took him down." Her voice is angry.
Angel looks hurt, "I'm sorry you saw that."
"I'm not! It doesn't change how I feel about you or what I see when I look at you. He's not you. But damn it I want the credit that's mine!" She takes a deep breath as Cordelia lays a hand on her shoulder, "Don't touch me!" she growls at Cordelia.
"Okay jeezes." Cordelia says shaking her head.
Sam walks off, "Don't walk away from me mad."
"Would you rather hear everything on my mind?" Sam wheels around "Cause I'm not sure you're ready to deal with it!" She shakes her head. "I'll be downstairs training, don't bother me. When I can breathe and not feel like punching you in the face, we'll talk." And she leaves for the training room downstairs.
Angel looks around, "Lets find out what we can about this First thing."
Everybody nods but Faith, "Looks like you got your hands full Fang. I mean I'm gonna head to Sunnydale, but what about Sam?"
Angel sighs, "Lets talk in here." He motions toward the office. Faith follows him in and he closes the door. "She's never been in a huge battle. And the way Buffy's talking this is gonna be one hell of a battle." Angel sighs again. "I don't like the idea of you going, but there's no way I can stop you. She's a lot like you."
"Outta control?" Faith says raising an eyebrow.
"She respects me, but she doesn't always listen. I don't want her going. She'll just get herself in trouble, and I have a say in where she goes." Angel says then laughs. "Well, usually I do."
"I don't get it Fang, if she's such a good fighter then why not let her go?" Faith asks.
"Because she is a good fighter, you saw that, she's right she gets props for going up against Angelus. However she's also very raw, she's never been allowed to fight on her own. There's a lot she thinks she knows that she doesn't." Angel pauses, "She's got a lot of anger, and the last thing they need is some eighteen year old with an attitude showing up."
"Let me work with her. She's bound to be more protected by B and the scoobs then if she runs off on her own. And that girl's about to run off Angel," Faith says. "I can smell it."
Angel nods, "I know. Let her get her anger out and then we'll deal with it."
Faith nods getting up, "I'm gonna go down to the training room. I'm not gonna talk to her, but make sure she doesn't kill Conner."
"Thanks," Angel says sighing once more watching Faith leave.
Faith makes her way down the stairs; Conner is standing off to one side watching as Sam attacks the punching bag. Conner looks over at Faith.
"Standing guard?" Faith asks.
"No, just don't want her killing somebody," Conner says his eyes on Sam.
"So what's the deal Junior? You and her ever hook up?" Faith asks. She's been wondering but never could ask.
Conner laughs, "No," he says, "She's um," he pauses, "she's not one for one night stands."
"So she coulda got you ever night." Faith says.
"Look she's been hurt at lot, and we're nothing more then friends." Conner turns to face Faith, anger apparent in his eyes.
"Alright, just thought maybe you and her hooked up." Faith says.
"She's like my little sister," Conner says.
"That can beat the hell outta you," Faith laughs.
"Whatever, just don't let her kill anybody," Conner says and heads back upstairs.
Faith watches as Sam attacks the punching bag. Her kicks are high and accurate, as are her punches. They're also full of rage. Faith knows that rage, she's felt it boiling inside her. She almost feels sorry for Sam. After twenty minutes of nonstop hitting, Sam starts to slow down. Finally she catches the bag, but doesn't look at Faith. Her shoulder move up and down as she tries to catch her breath. As Faith watches closer she realizes that Sam is sobbing slightly. Slowly she steps forward, Faith isn't good at the comforting thing, but she can't stand there and watch the girl cry.
"Don't," Sam's voice is so low. "I don't need sympathy. I just need to work through some shit."
Faith stops, "I get it, but…" she's not sure what to say.
"He's protective, I get that he doesn't want me hurt." Sam says she's controlling her emotions pretty well. "But I'm not a kid. I can hold my own. He hasn't seen what I do when I sneak out on patrol."
Faith shakes her head, "You sneak out?"
"He won't let me go on my own. I have to sneak out." She turns. "Tell me you don't feel the pull." It's not a question, and Faith simply nods. "You feel every inch of you being pulled toward Sunnydale. Like if you don't go there you'll die." She steps closer. "I can see it in your eyes. You have to go, you have to fight. It's what makes you Faith. I feel it to."
"Fang's not gonna let you go," Faith says. "And it's not about you being able to fight."
Sam rolls her eyes, "Whatever, I'm going to shower. Tell Angel I'll talk to him after I patrol with Gunn and Conner. I think I need to kill something before I talk to him." And with that she heads up the stairs.
Faith climbs the stairs finding Angel in his office she sits back down. Angel looks up, "What's wrong?"
"Don't you think you're being a little over protective?" Faith said
Angel raises an eye brow, "No, she's just kid."
"Don't use that as an excuse. Look how old I was…and B. We were younger than she is when we got thrown into this." Faith said as she leaned forward in her chair toward Angel.
Angel sighs deeply, "And I wouldn't have thrown you in Faith. She's so raw around the edges." He shakes his head, "She's not like Buffy."
"No she's not but that doesn't mean she's helpless either." Faith said, "I'm sorry if everyone can't meet the standards set by B..."
"It's not that and you know it Faith." Angel sighs, "She attacked a guy because he tried to touch her ass the other day Faith. If she isn't kept in control things could go very wrong. And I'm just afraid that Buffy can't control her." He takes an unneeded breath. "Faith, she's a lot like you. And you know that..." He shakes his head again not willing to finish the thought. "You've reformed. You know how hard redemption is to find. Would you really want to put her through that?"
"She wants it for herself Angel. How can you take that from her?" Faith said and then looks Angel in the eye. "What if I watch her...?"
Angel looks at Faith, "You really want to take on this? Cause she's..." Angel seems to think about the right word. "She's a handful." He pauses, "Her background is a lot like yours though. I think if anybody will get to Samantha it'll be you. Her Mom was a hooker, got knocked up. She was on crack, she drank, she beat the shit out of Samantha a lot. Then she...made her entertain the men." Angel sighs. "I'm telling you this so you know what you're getting into. When Samantha came here she wouldn't let anybody touch her, tried her best to kill me. The others wouldn't get close to her." He watches Faith for reaction. "She's been through hell and back Faith."
"I can handle this…and why do you do that?" Faith asks
"Do what?" Angel looks confused slightly.
"Call her Samantha...you know that drives her nuts." Faith smiled.
Angel laughs a little, "Yeah I know." He reaches into the desk and pulls out a necklace. "Her name is the last thing connecting her to her family." He hands Faith a necklace that has the word Samantha on a charm on it. "Her grandmother gave her that, but she tried to get rid of it. I call her Samantha because she can't outrun her past. Just like you couldn't." He smiles slightly.
"We'll work on it Fang but if you don't let her go to Sunnydale she's gonna run." Faith said. "Cause it's what I'd do."
Angel shakes his head, "I can't let her just run." He closes his eyes. "Fine, take her with you, but one foot out of line by either of you and I'm gonna be there." He pauses. "I'm sure you'll do great with her though. Where is she?"
"Patrolling, she thought she should kill something before talking to you again." Faith smiled. "You really know how to charm 'em Fang."
Angel laughs, "Well at least she didn't try to kill me." He shakes his head smiling then turns serious. "I'm sorry about the Angelus thing. I haven't said thank you yet. You fought side by side with her though, she as good as I think she is?"
"She's got skills," Faith said. "Well I was only part of the team...Red's the one that actually fixed everything."
Angel laughs, "Yeah, but you were a big part of the team." He sets back looking Faith over for the first real time since she's been here. "Welcome back Faith. You ready for world outside prison?"
"I think I can handle it...staying away from the cops could be a problem though. I am wanted."
Angel nods, "Yeah, just stay outta trouble though. You'll be fine. Then once you get done with the battle with Buffy we'll fix the wanted part." Angel says.
Behind them the door opens, "I'll come back." Sam says.
"He's all yours," Faith said as she stood up. "Later Fang."
Angel nods. Sam smiles slightly, "Please tell me you were buttering him up..."
Faith winks at Sam as she walks out.
Sam laughs and takes a seat in front of Angel, "Look, I've gotta go," She says. "I can't just ignore this."
Angel nods, "I know. I just don't want you hurt. But I understand that you're going to have to go. Faith's going to keep an eye on you." Sam rolls her eyes. "Don't roll you're eyes at me!"
"Angel, you're like a big brother to me. But I don't need to be baby sat." She sighs. "I'm just going to help out. I'm not going to cause trouble." Angel snorts and Sam glares.
"Samantha, trouble is your middle name. But Faith isn't going to take a lot of shit, so be careful," Angel says.
Sam sets back arms folded across her chest, "Killed an ant looking demon tonight."
Angel raises an eyebrow, "Tell Wes about it?"
"Yeah, can't remember what he said it was, don't sound apocalyptic though." He nods. "So when are we leaving?"
"I'm going to call Buffy back see when she wants you there," Angel says with a sigh. "But until then I want you training with Faith, no more beating up Conner for the hell of it."
"He lets me, I figure if he's dumb enough to let me then why not," Sam smirks. "He holds back, I told him not to."
"You've been here what year and half?" Angel asks, Sam nods, "And you think he's still holding back?"
"Well, yeah. I see him go after demons." Sam says with a slight frown.
"He's not holding back all that much, maybe a little." Angel laughs at the smile crossing her face. "Don't let it go to you're head. I have a point." Her smile drops a little. "Point is that you know you're abilities better then anybody. And when you turn over to the slayer part, you'll feel this high you never felt before. You've never had to turn completely over before, but with that you run the risk that you won't come down from that high. Be careful Sam."
Sam smiles a more delicate smile, "I'll be fine Bro. I'm a slayer, I'm built for fighting. And if I lose control, Faith'll be there right?"
"That's the part that worries me a little," Angel says under his breath. Sam raises an eyebrow but doesn't ask.
"Okay well let me know, and I'm headed upstairs for a shower, still smell like that damn ant demon," Sam says getting up to leave. "Night Bro."
"Goodnight Samantha," Angel says watching her leave.
Sam makes her way up the stairs two at a time. Everybody else is already in their rooms, but when she gets to the top of the stairs Faith is a little way down the hall. Faith turns apparently sensing her presents.
"Hey, sup?" Sam asks.
"Nothing much. You talk to Fang?" Faith asks meeting her half way.
"Yeah, we agreed on a few things. Looks like you get to baby sit me," She smiles slightly. "You up for it?"
Faith smirks, "What are you gonna make it hell for me?" she asks. "Cause I can make your life just as bad."
Sam laughs, "I'll keep that in mind. Come on in. Conner can hear anything said." She rolls her eyes, "And trust me he's listening."
Faith follows Sam into her room, it's nice. A queen size bed, closet, dresser, bathroom, bed side table and desk is the basic furniture, but there's a stereo, and knick-knacks setting around. "Nice," Faith nods her approval.
"So answer me something," Sam says taking a seat on the bed. "What are you doing here?"
"You invited me?" Faith says setting down taking her shoes off before turning to face Sam.
Sam rolls her eyes, "Smart ass, I mean here in LA, and helping out."
"Fang was in trouble, and he's done a lot for me so…" Faith says.
Sam nods, "Cordelia says you went all evil. I've heard a hundred times that I better not be like you."
"Got a lot to pay for," Faith says. "But I paid my time. I'm rehabbed."
"Good to know," Sam says sighing. "I can't just sit here."
"What's wrong?" Faith asks.
"Got in a really big slay, it was this ant looking demon. Ugly son of bitch and wicked rough. But once you get past the damn pinchers, which hurt like hell by the way." She pulls her shirt sleeve up and show's Faith the place, which has already started to heal. "Anyways, took me nearly twenty minutes to kill it. Once you get in a good kill you're just all….wound up, looking to cause a little trouble."
'Oh shit,' Faith thinks, 'the hornies.' "Yeah I know what you mean."
Sam tilts her head, "I usually go out to this little club, grab a guy…" she smiles slightly. "Don't you dare tell the others that one."
Faith nods, "You and Conner ever??"
"God no, he's like my brother or something." Sam says. "So where you headed once this deal in Sunnydale is taken care of?"
"Donno, way Fang talks it up could take a while." Faith says.
"Angel wants me training with you. Says it's not just about kicking Conner's ass anymore." Sam says she starts fidgeting. "Guess we should work on that tomorrow."
"Yeah, we should." Faith nods. "I think I'm gonna head back to my room. I'll talk to you later." Faith says getting up.
Sam sighs, "Night Faith." She falls back against the pillows fighting the urge to tackle Faith. She hates this feeling.