This all takes place a year after Faith left, Anya didn't die and Sunnydale wasn't reduced to a crater. Willow is with Kennedy and Xander is still with Anya

Buffy sat in her usual spot at the Bronze, watching the crowd of people as she nursed a beer lazily. She had never been one for the taste of beer, but it helped keep her mind off of things she ought not to think about right now. It had been a year since her love had left and she still couldn't shake the pain from it, every time she thought about it, it felt like knives were being delved into her chest.

"Hey, blondie, you want to have some fun tonight?" A man asked her, she looked up, glowering at his roundish face. He winced a bit and pulled back "I guess not.." He muttered before going back into the mass of bodies. She rolled her eyes and finished off her beer.

She stood up, stretching her arms above her head, her black top inching up to show a few inches of tanned, well toned, skin. She rolled her shoulders before pushing her way through the masses, moving through the crowd like dust. She wasn't sure why she was leaving, her mind was in such a drunken haze that she could only let her feet guide her where they wanted to take her.

She was surprised to find herself in the park, there was this soft tingle in the back of her head, it felt familiar, but between the alcohol and the increasing need to sit down, she ignored it. She didn't even realize the pair of brown eyes watching her as she sat on a swing.

She pushed herself as far back as she could get with her toned legs and lifted them up, letting her head lay back, her eyes closed. If she didn't think too much, it was almost like she was flying "I believe I can fly..." She sang softly, her voice thick and slightly slurred. She ended up laughing as herself.

She didn't sense the other girl as she approached, watching Buffy with a smile. She can be such a dope the girl thought as she stood in front of the swing, catching the chains as Buffy swung forward. The blonde's eyes snapped open, only to stare into the familiar deep brown pools that were in front of her. "Hey there, B." Faith spoke softly, a smile playing on those delicious lips.

"The fuck?" Buffy managed to slur out before falling backward off the swing. She grunted as her back collided with the packed dirt under the swings. Stars danced before her eyes as a wave of nausea rolled over her. "Shit.." She groaned before rolling over to throw up. She winced as she felt Faith's warm hands move the hair from her face. She was in no mood to be touched, let alone be touched by the woman who broke her heart.

Once she finished throwing up her alcohol filled guts up, she wiped her mouth and rubbed her face, sitting back on her heels. Faith placed a hand on her shoulder and Buffy shrugged it off roughly "Don't touch me" She croaked, her voice was hoarse but sounded more sober than it had all night. It took all she had to keep her composure, she didn't know whether she wanted to cry or turn and punch the younger slayer in the mouth, or just walk away. All three sounded nice.

"Look..B, after everything that happened...I just.." Faith started but was cut off by Buffy's raised hand. She turned to look at the other girl, pain etched into those sapphire orbs. She was fighting with herself and Faith could see it.

"I don't want to hear your damn excuses, you left me, period" She ground out before standing up, a little too quickly, dots rolled across her vision and she stumbled a bit. A warm hand from Faith steadied her, sending a warm wave through her body. The blonde took a heavy breath and threw the hand off "Leave me be" She said lowly, a lone tear sliding down her cheek before she walked off.

Faith stood there, frowning at the back of her retreating love. She hadn't expected this to be easy, but she didn't think Buffy would act like this, well maybe she had. She threw her hands up in the air, sighing hard. She had a right to be pissed at me, I left her because I'm a weak little bitch she thought as she made her way out of the park, she needed to find a place to stay while she thought about how to fix things with her blonde heroine.

She didn't have the cash for a motel and she really didn't want to sleep on the streets so she decided she would try one of the Scooby's houses, maybe they would take pity on her. She decided to try Xander's first.

She picked up her bag from where she left it in the treeline and slung it onto her back. "Gonna be a long night." She muttered before beginning her trudge to find Xander. Using her sixth sense as she liked to call it, she located Xander's life force and followed it, not surprised to sense Anya's along with it "Eh, they're still together are they?" She chuckled lightly as she came to the door of the apartment, the complex was nice so she could only assume that Anya had picked it.

She bit her lip as she knocked on the door, she knew she wouldn't be met with a warm greeting but, she had to try something. She was a little surprised when Anya opened the door. "Oh, it's you." She muttered, a frown on her face "What do you want?" She asked, acid in her voice. Faith had been expecting this.

"Erm..I was going to see if you would let me stay here..while I tried to figure out how to fix things with Buffy..but I can tell I'm not welcome.."Faith said softly, her eyes on the floor. She heard Anya sigh and shift her weight. "I'll just go"

Anya ran a hand through her hair before speaking "Try Willow, her and Kennedy will probably let you stay with them, they have a little more empathy for you than the rest of us, stay there and I'll give you their address." She said, doing her best to be nice. Faith waited patiently and was rewarded with a teal sticky note, an address scrawled on it in Anya's neat and rather small writing.

"Thanks." Faith managed a smile before she left. She had to be grateful that she had gotten that much out of her former friend. The year's hadn't been kind to them and after Faith's lapse in her own judgement, she had screwed everything up. She rubbed her her face as she made her way to Willow's home. She could only hope she would find at least a little kindness there.

It was about a fifteen minute walk and Faith felt ungodly tired by the time she reached the doorstep of the small, extremely suburban house. She took a breath and knocked on the door. After about a minute of standing there, the door opened, revealing a head of fiery red locks "Kennedy, she's here!" She yelled over her shoulder, shocking the slayer.

So, I started this at about 12:30 in the morning and got in done in about an hour, with a little distraction. Let me know what you think, I plan on writing at least five chapters, maybe more if y'all like it :)