Two of A Kind

Chapter 1: Howdy Stranger

By: Rogue-Slayer13

Disclaimer: The characters of Btvs and Ats belong to Joss Whedon, not myself.

Summary: Post the Girls in Question, Spike's sitting in a bar when he runs into an old friend.

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Spike had been sitting at the bar for quite awhile when someone sat down on the barstool next to him. He glanced over and saw that the person was a pretty brunette dressed in a pair of black leather pants, boots, a black tank top, and a black leather jacket. She had on gray eye shadow, black eyeliner, and wine-colored lipstick. The woman's hair fell in natural waves and Spike was about to ask to buy her a drink when she turned around.

"Faith?"

"Holy shit!" Faith's eyes went wide as she looked at Spike. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"It's a long story Pet."

"I've got time."

"Well, my spirit got trapped in that Elizabeth Taylor looking amulet and I materialized in Angel's office a few months after Sunnydale went to 'ell as a ghost. I stayed that way for quite awhile and then this mysterious box arrived and a flash and a puff of smoke later I'm back to my old self again."

"Wow," said Faith. "A fella can't get a break anymore, huh?"

"You know what they say. There's no rest for the wicked."

"Tell me about it," said Faith with a smile.

"So, why aren't you with Mr.Principal?"

"He was too plain for my tastes," said Faith. "I mean, after a couple of weeks he was talking about me settling down and never slaying again and I just wasn't down with that."

"I don't blame ya," said Spike. "It's hard to go from living brawl to brawl to living in the burbs."

"Uh, the burbs," said Faith with a shudder. "That sounds like my type of hell."

This got a smile out of both of them.

"So, how long are you in town for?"

"Well, it depends. I don't have anywhere else to go, but I don't really have a place to stay here either."

"You can stay at my place," offered Spike.

Faith thought about it for a moment.

"Okay, you got a nice couch?"

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"It's not much, but it suffices," said Spike as he opened the door to his apartment and let Faith in.

"Hell, it beats Buffy's basement or a hotel room full of slayers."

"You can stay in my room and I'll take the couch."

"You shouldn't have to take the couch cause of me," said Faith.

"Well then what do you suggest we do?" asked Spike.

"We could share the bed."

"You sure you wanna get that close to someone like me?" Spike raised an eyebrow.

"I could ask you the same," said Faith as she headed toward the bedroom.

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Faith woke up the next morning to find Spike already getting dressed. He was standing with his back to her, wearing nothing, but a pair of black jeans and was looking for a shirt. Spike finally picked a tight black tank top and put it on.

"You enjoy the show Luv?" asked Spike as he turned back around.

"Would've been better if I had a different view, but hey, beggars can't be choosers," replied Faith with a shrug as she sat up in the bed. "You running off somewhere?"

"I tend to spend most of my time at Wolfram & Hart with Peaches and his bunch, figured you might want to tag along."

"I haven't seen Angel since before I got outta the pen," said Faith.

"The place is more then a little evil, but they've got good food and you're guaranteed a spot a violence before ya go to bed." Spike put on a red long sleeve button up shirt. "You in?"

"Sure, why the hell not," said Faith as she got out of bed and went over to her duffle bag full of clothes.

"Do I get treated to the same show as you?" asked Spike with a smirk as Faith finished getting out her clothes.

"Think you can handle it?" replied the brunette.

"You're too much Slayer," said Spike with a smile as he turned and walked into the living room.

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Angel was shocked to say the least when Spike walked into his office followed by Faith.

"Faith! I thought you were in Cleveland," said Angel.

"I was, but I need a break from all the newbies," replied the slayer.

"Where are you staying?"

"Spike's letting me crash at his place for a while."

"How nice of him." Angel shot Spike a look.

"Yeah, I thought it was sweet." Faith looked over at the blonde.

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To Be Continued . . .

I know it's a short chapter, but this is my first Spaith fic and I'm having trouble getting it started, so bear with me here.