Disclaimer: I don't own Angel.

Spoilers:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 4: Who are you?

Angel: I'm making it AU around Five by Five/Sanctuary, but all others episodes come into play sooner or later.

Rating: Any story with Faith has to be at least PG-13 for language.

Author's Notes: Thanks to Captain Boulanger, who always manages to stick ideas inside my head, I now have a prequel to "Harry Potter and the Return to Hogwarts" in the works, and you're reading it. The idea he helped developed is in a chapter of that story that's. as of yet, unwritten. I couldn't help but write the history of it, and here it is.

It's not necessary to read my story for this to make sense.

The only other thing I'm mixing with it the ending of "Who are you?" Faith did not get on a train.

The Dragon's Angel.

Prologue

February, 2000.

It had become dark.

When she'd run out from the church it was sunny.

Sunny in Sunnydale.

She was a Slayer. She was supposed to be strong.

But she wasn't.

Had she been strong it would never have happened.

There would be no coma.

There would be no siding with the mayor.

And the Chosen two would be warriors of light, instead one light and one dark.

Faith didn't stop her walk towards Los Angeles.

You could say whatever you wanted about the Sunnydale population, but for all their ignorance in things supernatural they weren't stupid when it came to picking up hitch-hikers.

Sunnydale was two hours on the freeway from Los Angeles.

Walking was hell of a lot longer.

She'd just about given up for the night. Stop somewhere, take a pee and maybe a nap.

The car stopped. A blonde head popped out of the window.

"Hey," he sounded British. Probably a member of the Council of Wankers. "Do you know the way to Los Angeles?"

She scoffed, and rolled her eyes.

"Sure," she put out her arm and pointed. "That way."

He looked at her. "If it was that easy I'd bloody found it by now, don't you think?"

"Depends on the IQ," Faith grinned a bit. This was funnier than baiting Xander.

"Well, I'm bloody smart. It's not my fucking fault that I couldn't take the air-thing and be there in a jiffy," he snapped his fingers.

"Air-thing? Are you talking about a plane?"

"Well," he pulled his head back into the car. "Yeah. But do you think you could show me the way to Los Angeles?"

Faith was feeling nice. Besides he was a hottie. "Sure, you have a map?"

"A what?"

"Never mind," she went around the car and slipped in on the passenger side. "I'll just show you, since I happen to be going that way."

"Fine."

They drove for a while, Faith directing him with short monosyllabic words.

"So why are you going to LA anyway?" she wrinkled her nose. "No offence, but you don't look like an actor."

"I'm doing a favour for a sodding friend of mine," his voice indicated that he was way past the point of regretting it.

"Wow. A dedicated friend," she let her hand "accidentally" touch his knee.

"Yeah, that's me. Potter's very dedicated friend," he smirked and almost ran the car off the road when her hand travelled much further up. "What do you think you're doing?"

"You?"

"Not while I'm driving this car you're bloody not!" he found a rest-stop and swung the car off the road. "Now, where were we?"

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Chapter 1: Kjært barn har mange navn

About 8 1/2 months later: Los Angeles. Early October.

Faith gritted her teeth.

"No!"

"But Faith," Angel tried to make Bambi eyes. "It would really mean a lot to me."

"No way. I may pay for my sins in prison, and you're really helping me out by taking the kid instead of letting her rot in the system. But no way is a kid of mine getting named Angel. Buffy would kill me. Then she'd dust you."

"I wasn't suggesting that you name her Angel. Aingeal, I said. It's a completely different name."

"D… Darling," Faith moderated what she was going to say when the nurse got back into the room. "It sounds the same."

Angel picked up the naming book again.

"And you have no name on the father?"

The nurse looked startled before she quickly left the room.

"Angel," Faith looked at him. "Don't you know me by now? Of course I didn't ask his name. He was blonde, British and good-looking. Two of my favorite things."

"Faith, that's three things."

"And every wanker, sorry watcher, I've ever had has been British. Answer your question?"

Cordelia peeked her head into the hospital room. "Still talking about names?"

"YES!" Faith shouted.

"Geez, no need to shout. I may not have Slayer hearing, but it's only a couple of feet away…" Cordelia trailed off. "May I suggest the excellent name of Cordelia?"

"Well, I was thinking of utilizing Buffy before that actually," Faith grinned.

"Or," Angel looked up from the book. "How about Dymphna?"

"Angel, I'll not have my daughter going around with a name that rhymes with nympho. Thank you very much. And not a word from you," She pointed at Cordy.

"Or what about Finna?" He discarded that one on his own. "Here's a name that fits the daughter of a blonde guy, how about Fionnghuala?"

"What?" Faith asked in alarm. "Fion-a-what?"

"Or what about Fionnuala?"

"Angel, all of these names sounds like she'll be the heroine in a fairy tale from a long long time ago. The kid's going to have a name that's straightforward. Something easy to spell. I don't want her ending up with a nickname like Buffy."


"Excuse me, but it's not like I get all that many opportunities to name children. Besides they were all the rage when I was young. How about Fiona then?"

"Fiona," Faith tried it out. "Fiona Potter. I like it."

"Yeah," Cordelia grinned at Angel before sticking out her hand to ruffle his head. "With a name like Fiona, and me to teach her how to dress, how can she not be a winner?"

"Not the hair," Angel tried to growl, but was distracted by the cooing from the baby in the basinet. He rose. "Just rest, Faith. I'll take care of the formalities, with a little help from my Willow-shaped hacker friend."

*@*

Angel looked over at the nurse. "Her name'll be Fiona Aingeal Potter."

She printed it with nice clear letters on the certificate of Birth.

"The mother?"

"Faith Potter."

"Father?"

"Unknown."

"Thank you, that'll be all."

He smiled a short smile at her before going out of the hospital to beg on his knees to Willow.

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