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Paring: Buffy/Faith, Dawn/Li

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A/N: Hey guys, thanks for all the reviews on New Sunrise! Apparently you guys want a series. Well, here we go! Now own with the "show"! Oh and go to my profile scroll all the way down, there's a link to my very first manip pic of New Sunrise. Also I want to thank kool-aidrocks2008 for giving me the title of the story.

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LPOV

The nightmares won't stop. Not only do I have Captain Griffin's son on my guilty conscience, but now I have Alani there too. What's wrong with me? I try to go one way and then I go in the totally wrong direction. I try not to kill, but I end up killing anyways. When will the powers give me a break? I'm pulled out of my thoughts by someone knocking on my door.

"Go away!" I yell in the direction of the door.

"Tig, open up will ya? Two weeks, it's been two weeks since ya've been locked up in there; it's time to come out!"

"No…just go away, ok?"

"If ya not comin' out then I'm comin' in! Ya got until the count of five and I'm kickin' in the door," Shit, I don't need this now. "1…2…3…"

"Ok, fine just give me a minute to get dressed, will ya?" So I get out of bed and walk over to the dresser and fish out and put on a black wife beater and black silk pajama pants. I open the door where it's cracked so I can stick my head out.

"I said come out, so that means your whole body" I let out an exasperated sigh and go out of the room.

"Betta?"

"Yeah much, now that ya out here, hows about we get ya somethin' to eat?" she says while grabbing my arm and pulling me down stairs. I yank my arm back.

"I'm not hungry," I say as I cross my arms over my chest. That's a lie and I know it, but I just don't want to deal with everybody right now.

"Ok, who are ya and what have ya done to my best friend, Li?"

"I'm just not hungry, ok?" And I turn to go back to my room until she stops me.

"Listen Li, ya gonna have to talk to her some day, might as well be today,"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about,"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT!!" She yells at me. She takes a couple of breathes to calm herself down. "With what happened between you and Dawn. Then the Initiative comin' in and kidnappin' ya both. There's some shit in the air that ya both need to clear up and I'm not gonna sit back and watch this go to shit!" She sighs and runs her hand through her hair. I have my head down because I don't want her to see the tears that are in my eyes. "She loves ya, ya know that?" I shoot my head up to meet her eyes. What?

"What?"

"She's loves ya, ya'd have to be blind, deaf, drunk, and stupid not to see that,"

"How would you know?"

"Well, for one thing she told me!" She sighs and we sit down at the kitchen table. "Whateva's goin' on in that head of yours, sort it out, ok? 'Cause we're all worried about ya," I scoff and she gives me a look that says to not fuck with her.

"Whateva,"

"Hey Faith, Buffy wants to talk to y- hi Li," She says and gives me this half smile and blushes.

"Ok, I'm gonna go see what B wants," She says to no one in particular. She leans down and whispers so only I can hear "Just think about what I said ok?" She gets up and runs off to her Buffy while I'm put in an awkward situation. Great. Dawn walks over to the table and sits down beside me while an awkward silence fills the air.

"Are you mad at me?" She says trying to break the silence. Wait…she thinks I'm mad at her?

"What? …No, Why would I be mad at ya?"

"Well, you've been avoiding me," She says with a sad, shy tone.

"Newsflash, chérie, I've been avoidin' everyone,"

"I know, but after what we went through, I thought you would at least talk to me," Damn, that was the last thing I wanted; I didn't want to make her feel bad.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make ya feel bad. It's just I have a lot of things on my mind: what happened between us…" I give her a full smile and then I continue. "Then we got kidnapped, I killed Alani, and now I gotta go back to New Orleans,"

"Wh-What? Why?" Her voice sound panicky.

"Don't worry, I'm comin' back, I just gotta go visit my dad," and I really don't want to, but I made a promise.

"But why? I mean from what you told me, you don't like him all that much,"

"I know, but right after we…ya know, uhm I had a dream, I think I was in heaven and I saw my brother, he wanted me to tell my dad what happened to him and ask him who Adsila is," I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. "Plus, Mardi gras comin' up, I wouldn't want to miss that," I give her a smirk and she laughs.

"Hey, what are you two laughing about?" ah Buffy, she has amazing timing doesn't she?

"I'm not laughin' about anythin', she is," I say pointing to Dawn.

"Ok, what are you laughing about, then?" She asks Dawn.

"Nothing," then she turns to me "How about we all go to New Orleans with you, Li?"

"Ok, if Buffy pays for it," and I give Buffy a smirk. That's right I making Buffy pay for it, plus I was thinking on bringing Faith with me anyway, you know for moral support.

"Hmm…ok," What? Wow I wasn't expecting that. But before I could voice that I hear my stomach growl.

"Heh, heh, I guess I'm hungry" I say as I smile sheepishly. Buffy's smirking and Dawn's laughing. "HEY! You try goin' two weeks without food!"

"Damn, two weeks?!" They both say in unison.

"Uh…yeah?" Then I hear Faith come in.

"How the hell did ya last that long, Tig?"

"Uh… I don't know," Then I get up and go to the fridge and pull out leftover spaghetti and start eating it without heating it up. Everyone's looking at me weird.

"What?" I say with a mouth full of food. I've never been one with manners, didn't really care either.

"You're eating three day old spaghetti," Dawn points out to me.

"What? it's still good, I ought to know, 'cause I'm eatin' it,"

"Eww, I'm never kissing that mouth again," She says and I start coughing trying to clear my throat. Faith's laughing, Buffy is giggling, and Dawn's just giving me an evil smirk. Once I get my throat cleared I say something.

"Thanks for trying to kill me,"

"No problem," She says and gives me this cat got the canary smile. Maybe Faith's right. Tell her I said that and I will kick your ass.

"Anyways, Faith, Do ya wanna go to New Orleans? Mardi gras comin' up soon," I say trying to convince her.

"Oh hell yeah!" and it worked.