A/N: Sort of a double idea of mine. As much as I love the pairing, I had yet to do a Buffy/Faith story, and I got it into my head that a good time for this would be Season 5 , with Buffy needing another Slayer's help to protect Dawn from Glory. I was at a loss, though, as to who would suggest this, given Faith's decimation of the Scooby Gang's trust in her. I finally decided to go with my OC, but how to insert him into the story? I didn't want to write four seasons to get him established, but saying "He's always been there" just didn't seem to work for me. Then, it hit me. I hope you all like what I did with him. I know a lot of people have issues with OC's, self insertion and "Mary Sue" characters. I do NOT consider the character a Mary Sue, and I think what I came up with for him is both interesting and plausible, but, if you dislike the character or the story for any of those reasons, that's cool. Not every story is for everybody, yunno?
A/N2: A Buffy/Faith pairing. Rating the story M for femslash, sexual situations, language and violence, and as always, possible spanking of at least semi consenting adults.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any of it's locations, characters, or plotlines. I DO own this story and any OC's that come about as part of the story. I make no money off of this, which is probably good, because writing it might become more like work if I did. There may be spoilers in this story if you've not seen the whole series.
Finding You, Finding Me, Finding Us.
By DaBillmann
Prologue
Monastery of The Order Of Dagon, The Czech Republic. September, 2000
The two monks ran fearfully down the halls of the Dagon Monastery, both clutching several items of their religion, books, candles, incense. One stumbled, nearly dropping his books. His companion helped him to his feet and the two continued running. Finally, they reached their goal: a large doorway. They ran through, as an unseen monk pushed the massive doors closed and slid a beam the size of a tree trunk across the doorway, effectively barring it.
"I-it's coming!" said one of the monks, breathlessly, never even considering how the young monk at the doorway had accomplished all that by himself. "It's going to kill us!"
"Our lives are unimportant," his companion chastised as they approached the center of the room, where a senior monk was preparing a ritual. "We must protect the Key." They knelt and began placing more candles and incense, as the young monk approached the senior. He was tall, the tallest in the room, and broad shouldered and muscular, with longish black hair and a mustache. He stood before the senior monk, his face showing no signs of emotion, exfcept for a determination in his piercing green eyes..
"It is time," the senior monk imformed him. "You will have no memory of your life here, but, you must protect the Key. It is your destiny." The young monk simply nodded as the senior turned to the other two. "Help me with the ritual!" He knelt to join the other two monks, the three forming a circle. All three raised their arms and began chanting.
Suddenly, the door trembled in it's frame as somethign started crashing against it. "Concentrate," admonished the older monk as the younger two looked fearfully at the door. The youngest monk just stood there, watching the ritual with interest. A breeze sprang up in the chamber just as the beam barricading the door started to splinter. A moment later, a bright flash of light escaped their circle, enveloping the young monk. Both disappeared just as the door shattered, it's pieces blasting their way into the room.
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Stockton, California, Northern California Women's Facility That same moment.
Faith stood in the prison yard, off by herself, watching as her fellow inmates worked out, or played basketball, or just stood around bragging about how they were going to make it big when they got out. Faith shook her head and lit a cigarette, thinking of all she had done, and how unlikely she found it she would ever get out of here.
Faith had made mistakes, a lot of them, and she knew she deserved to be here. That was why she'd turned herself in all those months ago. She wanted to atone for all she'd done. She kept to herself, mostly. The only trouble she'd gotten into in prison had been fighting, and most of the guards, and the warden himself had soon realized that the fights she had gotten into were all self defense, and later, in the defense of inmates less capable of defending themselves. It was a grind, but, one she deserved.
Still, when Faith thought back to Sunnydale and her time there, she realized that while she'd made her own mistakes, her accidental killing of Alan Finch, going to work for the mayor, trying to kill B or her Scoobies at various times, and killing that vulcanologist guy, none of the Scoobies, except for B and Mrs. S, had ever really given her a chance. And honestly, B only really went about it half assed. She was too wrapped up in Angel at the time. Angel himself had tried to help her, but it was too little too late. Faith shook her head again.
Suddenly, Faith felt dizzy. She reached out and gripped the wall behind her to steady herself. The world felt, weird. As if everything was changing.
"You ok, Faith?" came a voice from her left. Feeling better, Faith stood up to see a tall, stocky black guard looking concerned.
Faith gave him a smile. "I'm ok, Eddie," she said. Eddie was one of her biggest supporters amongst the guards. "Just a little dizzy spell." She indicated a fight that was breaking out. "I think there's bigger problems out there."
"Shit!" exclaimed Eddie as he ran off to help break up the fight.
Faith shook her head again. Now where was she? Oh yeah, her usual self recrimination. Yeah, Mrs. S had given her a chance, before Faith had stolen Buffy's body and took her and Dawn prisoner. B had sort of half assed given her a chance, as had Angel, a little too late. But, of the rest of the Scoobies, only one had ever really given her a chance.
And yet, somehow, she was still here.
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Sunnydale, California, The Summers house, that same moment.
Buffy Summers walked up the stairs of her house. She was still kinda reeling. Dracula! She'd not only faced, but she'd DEFEATED Dracula! She walked down the hallway, making a stop at her mothers room, looking in to see her mother putting her ear rings on.
"I'm outta here, Mom," she called. "Riley and i are going to the movies."
"Ok, Honey," called Joyce as Buffy continued down to her own room. "Have fun. Remember, I have that showing at the gallery tonight, so, I might be late."
"I remember," Buffy called back as she reached her bedroom door. Suddenly, she had a dizzy spell, clutching the door frame to stay standing. It left as quickly as it came, but, something felt different as she walked into her bedroom to see a girl several years younger than herself, with long brown hair, apparently snooping around.
"WHAT are you doing in here?" she asked with a dangerous voice.
"Buffy!" came Joyce's voice from down the hall. "If you're going out, why don't you take your sister?"
"Mom!" exclaimed both girls, looking very annoyed.
Suddenly, a body appeared at the door. He was about Buffy's age, a foot or more taller than Buffy, with longish black hair and a mustache, and green eyes that at once sparkled with mischief, and looked like they carried the weight of the world.
"Mom and I have a bit before the showing, Buff," he said, looking amused at the death glares the two girls were giving each other. "You need a ride?"
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A/N3: Please forgive me for starting another story when some of my others have been neglected for so long. As I've explained before, my muse does what it wants, and right now, it's concentrating on this idea.I promise, none of my stories have been abandoned. Hope you enjoyed the prologue. Please R and R.