DISCLAIMER: Nothing's mine but the plotline. Obviously.

NOTE: I have to tell you all this now, you probably won't like this, but I was tied to a chair by my good (cough) friend Write-On3108 and forced to write this. Here's to you, Abbey. Also, this is set in Season 3, when Faith hasn't been caught yet. She's just bad.

STATUS: One shot. You'll be grateful, I have a sick little mind.

RATING: PG for mild language and (tee-hee-hee) violence.

So this is where poor-little-rich-girl lives. Nice. Should be able to nick some snazzy stuff. Faith thought to herself as she stood on Buffy's front lawn. The plan: Steal some stuff from Buffy. She had enough anyways. She decided stealing clothes or shoes or whatever could be risky, seeing as if she wore them she might run into their owner. Besides, her good buddy the Mayor, her surrogate father, could buy her some new threads if she really needed them. She was going to go for some jewelry, maybe, and CD's and her stereo and things like that. She'd seen Buffy leave a little earlier, and Joyce after her. No one was home. Now the problem, though, was to find Buffy's window and climb in. This shouldn't be so hard, she thought. Doubt Miss-Priss lives on ground level. She climbed up a gutter that ran up the side and began peeking in windows. Lucky for her, she found what she was looking for on first try. Frilly stuff…must be it. She looked around the window frame, seeing if there was a way to get in without breaking it. Apparently not. *Crash* She cringed as shards of glass embedded themselves in her elbow.

"Shit…" She mumbled to herself. "Second time this week." She ducked in between the broken glass and inside. With one last glance at the trickles of blood on her elbow, she looked around. "What to nab first…" Her eyes landed on a collection of CD's. "Bingo." She took a couple steps forward, one hand cradling her injury, before stopping abruptly. Someone gasped behind her.

"F-Faith?" It was Willow, wearing a look of shock. "What're you, uh, doing? Do you need help or something?"

"What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"What am I doing here?"

"Yeah. Where's Buffy? Why isn't she with you?"

"S-she went to get some snacks. Why are you here?"

"That's none of your business, Will." She strode over to her, her eyes glinting maniacally. "I'm sorry about this, I really am. You'll get over it sometime, though." She whipped a knife out of her jacket pocket. Willow let out another gasp.

"God…um…Jellionus!" She finally sputtered out.

"Oh, how cute. She thinks-," Faith took a step back, her face falling. She looked at her feet in disbelief, dropping her knife. She looked back up at Willow. "What the f-," Before she could finish she was transformed into a big, black, giggly puddle.

"Wow! I really did it! She's Jello!" Willow said to herself.

"Will? Where did you go?" A voice floated up from the stairs.

"Uh…your room."

"Oh, hey!" Buffy said, bouncy as usual. She had a bag of Cheetos with her. "You want to stay up here? I can just-,"

"I don't think you should-," But it was too late. Buffy had stepped into the puddle.

"Oh, god! What is this?" She shook her foot, her gaze finally falling on the window. "Ick! Ick! Ick!"

"W-what?" Willow asked innocently.

"I think Clancy threw up in here again!"

"Who?"

"The neighbor's cat! I'm gonna shoot that cat! You with me?"

"Oh, yeah…uh, that nasty ol' cat." She said, non-convincingly.

THA END