Title: Hollywould or Would They Not? Part Two. Summary: Post Who Are You? Faith arrives on Wesley's threshold. Rating: Language and small insinautions. An R. Spoiler: Post Who Are You;Pre 5 by 5. Disclaimer: Not Joss or of the Greenwalt...Spirits of Fury, Noxon I call... Sorry, I meant that no, I own nothing. Author: delf Email: gashtvs@earthlink.net

Wesley couldn't properly form any kind of decision. So his best solution was just to head out and hope the situation resolves itself. Faith was told by Wesley that she could stay on if she chooses and that, he didn't know when he'd be returning. For his trouble Wesley was rewarded a grunt.

Faith listened for the lock clicking and spring-boarded for the shower. The water dripped down on the listless slayer as she went through the motions of washing her hair. Faith sank down the stall and hugged her legs to her chest. Finally all the frustrations of the past years surfaced until tears wracked through her body. The chosen one remained in that position until the water ran frigid.

The ache of her teeth chattering caused her to shake it off and head out to dry up. Faith went into Wesley's room to sort through the suitcase she brought with her. Faith had planned to head away in Buffy's body with the clothes and makeup inside to start anew. That plan had serious plotholes.

Picking up the pink dress the Mayor had chosen for her she hugged it close to her. It was patently Laura Ashley gear...Hell it wasn't even Buffy approved, it was more like Willow style..except with even more of an innocent appeal. Faith had packed it hurridely on a whim. Since her knife was gone, it was one item she knew he'd picked for her. Regardless of her taste, she wanted it, because he cared for her.

Cared. Past tense. Having a lot of time for reflection she realized that Wilkins was like everyone else, he was using her, buying her even. Both of those scenarios were new to the slayer. Faith was aware of both her strength and appearance. She also knew how to weild both as well as any stake.

Faith threw on some clothes and set upon the couch clicking through the tv stations. She grumbled at Wesley's lack of cable. What was he up to letting her in? Is he an idiot? Deathwish? Helping her out?

Faith knew she was basically out of options. Run she could be caught by the police and sent away. Without trial no less! By the Council, straight up snuffed. Faith had no quality of life, she was screwed. Fuck Sunnydale. Fuck Kakistos...Buffy..all of them.

So what..stay here and be Wesley's concubine? That didn't sit well with the Slayer. No one did anything for free. But Faith couldn't come up with any alterior motive. Plus there was the free room, at least for the time being. Perhaps she could bilk him out of a few bucks and go on the run again.

Part 3 Coming soon.