Disclaimer: I don't own the Buffy or Angel characters. Just the ones I make up. I know I got a lot of stories going on right now but this idea wouldn't let me sleep.

Angel pov.

She wanted me to kill her. I understand that the guilt of all the pain she caused was tormenting her but is it really that bad. The only time I wanted to die was that one time in sunnydale when the first was messing with my head. And I've done a hell of a lot more than she has. I'm worried. Those eyes that used to contain life and...hope? Not now. Now they are dead. That eye color you can never really figure out is there but Faith isn't behind them anymore. Sadly enough I don't think she was really evil. Not deep down. But all of what she did. She betrayed everyone. Just recently when she woke up she slept with Buffy's boyfriend and tied her mother up. She is trying so very hard to get someone angry enough to kill her. To hate her. Wesley doesn't even hate her and she just tortured him. Cordelia she's very upset and disappointed but she doesn't hate Faith. The only people that do hate her aren't here. At first I wondered why it hurt Buffy so much when Faith changed sides. I asked her one night on patrol:

"I can't believe she's siding with evil! It makes me so fucking...argh!" she says on her usual 'I can't believe Faith is doing this rant'. I stopped walking and turned to her.

"Why is this getting you so upset Buffy?" I already had an idea. But I wanted to be sure.

"Because what she's doing is wrong." she says in a very...duh tone. I just look at her and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"How long have you loved her?" I ask. She looks shocked. Maybe she didn't think I'd figure it out. Or maybe she's shocked at how calm I was being about it. I couldn't get all mad and jealous. I knew me and Buffy wouldn't last. Sure we loved each other and we always will but we weren't meant to be.

"Angel I don't know what you're talking about." she says as she started to speed walk.

"Buffy denial will get you no where. I'm not mad. I understand. You can't really help loving her. Its not an emotion you can turn on and off." I told her. She stopped and sighed. She turned and looked at me with teary eyes.

"Since the night I met her. It was so hard because I knew she'd never feel the same way. I mean I knew she didn't like me very much but I didn't think she hated me enough to betray me like this." she says freely crying. I just go to her and pulled her to me. She cried on my shoulder for forty five minutes.

"How do you know she didn't feel the same way? Did you two ever talk about it?" I asked her once she calmed down.

"No but I've heard her talk and she's all about the men. She'd never go for a girl." she says looking down.

"If you had a chance to be with her right now, would you take it?" I asked her. She thought about it for a second.

"Yeah. Honestly if I ever had the chance I'd take it. I think no matter what she does I'll always love her." she said honestly. I get a mischievous smirk on my face.

"Hey how come you never said you were bisexual. We could have had fun with that." at first she looked offended until she caught the look in my eye and smacked my arm chuckling lightly.

"Channeling Xander are we? Guys they're all the same." she said playfully. "There will be no Buffy girl on girl fantasies in your brain. Wipe them out now." she said smiling at me. I sighed in mock disappointment.

"But how else will I keep warm at night?" I ask with a fake pout.

"You don't need to be warm." she said.

"Fine. Anyway if you'd take the chance then we need to start talking to her, get her back on our side, then make her fall in love with you." I told her. Even though I knew it wouldn't take much. The rest of that night was spent peacefully. We joked a lot and I got to see a more relaxed side of Buffy. I liked it. Right then I realized I really would be happy just to have her friendship. Not just because I wanted her happy but because she's a really good friend. Things for us went smoothly for us from there. Well sorta. But enough about that. Back to the topic of discussion. Faith. What I don't understand is why. Although nobody knows she didn't kill the professor. So she only has one death on her conscience. Eventually she'll realize it wasn't her fault. It was an accident. What was that? You want to know about the professor? Ok I'll tell you what I know. When Buffy and I went to his apartment searching for clues I made sure my senses were enhanced more than usual. I tuned into everything. The forensics team did an ok job at cleaning the apartment but vampire super smelling. So we entered the apartment and what I smelt shocked me. Not human blood. Not a single trace. Slayer blood. Everywhere. Normal people wouldn't pick up on the lingering scent but I did. Not even Buffy caught it. I went to a back room and there was some blood on one of the walls. Like the team missed it accidentally. I got closer to sniff it hoping that would be the human blood I was looking for. Nope. Slayer blood yet again. I leaned forward and used my years of experience to determine what blood type it was. It was one of the rarest. AB negative. It struck me as odd because I saw an autopsy report and the blood type on it was O positive. The body on the slab looked like the professor so I decided not to say anything. Then I got to LA. I was out grocery shopping one day and I saw him. I had to stop him to be sure. I told him he looked familiar and he told me who he was.

"Y-you're the professor? But she killed you." I said. Things were already freaky beyond sunnydale with her quick changing of teams. But this...none of it added up. He shook his head.

"She saved my life. She got me out a day before she was supposed to kill me. Don't ask me how she set everything up because I don't know. But can you tell me something. How is Faith?" he asked. He seemed so concerned.

"She's in a coma." I told him. He looked shocked. Sad even.

"Shame. She was really a good kid. Just seems nobody really ever saw her. If they knew more about her they'd understand." he said and left. So now I'm trying my best to put the pieces together and the puzzle just wont form. I look up at her staring blankly at the t.v.

"Why did you want to die?" I ask her. She just shrugs. No other words pass between us and we sit in my apartment. Until hell breaks loose.

Buffy pov.

That bitch slept with my boyfriend. After she stole my body. And she hurt my mother. And then she just leaves to LA. I don't think so. This shit isn't over. When I arrive at Angel's I see a sight that makes my stomach turn. Her and him in is apartment. Just the fact that they are together is enough to make me blow up but when I walk in he had just kissed her temple. I know it was probably just a comforting gesture but still. And I shouldn't love her anymore. But I do. Even though I don't really want to anymore.

"Angel. Harboring murderers now?" I ask. My tone is cold. The both look up and see me. And Faith's face is picture of...relief.

"What's wrong B, mad cause all your boys prefer me?" she asks. She's trying to provoke me. I can tell but it doesn't stop my reaction. I'm on her before she can even blink. We trade a few blows but she's holding back. Eventually she stops fighting me all together and starts to half heartedly block my blows. Finally Angel has had enough and tries to pull me away. But I don't let up completely. I grab the front of her shirt and yell the question in her face.

"Why aren't you fighting back?!" I yell. "Finally embracing what you deserve? Is that it?" I ask slightly calmer. What happens next is unexpected.

"Why should I fight for my life when I don't have anything left to live for?" she asks in return. Then I see it. Her eyes. The pain. All of the guilt and suddenly I wonder...was she ever really evil?

Ok I know this didn't really happen when Buffy went to LA but what the heck. So what do you think. Should I continue? And don't worry about my other stories I'm gonna keep working on those. I need reviews.