Title: Somebody Help Me

Disclaimer: I did not create nor do I own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. I only borrow them to fulfill my own fantasies of the show.

Summary: Faith wants somebody to help her.

A/N: I heard this song by Full Blown Rose and knew it was the perfect song for Faith. This story just hit me as I was listening to it. Please review and let me know what you think of the story. All suggestions are welcome.

Prologue

Free me

Before I slip away

Heal me

Wake me from this day

Can somebody help me?

~Somebody Help Me by Full Blown Rose~

Faith stood in an alley way as the rain poured around her punching Angel to stop him from bringing her into his arms. She knew Angel wanted to help her, but Faith did not think she deserved to be helped. She just wanted to die. Faith wanted Angel just to kill her. She was evil after all. Not only had she killed human beings, but she had hurt so many people who had only been trying to help her. Just before Angel had found her she had been torturing Wesley. Faith did not understand why he wanted to help her of all people. And yet even as she fought to get away Angel just tightened his hold on Faith preventing her from being able to break free. Faith finally gave up knowing it was useless. Angel was going to try to help her no matter what she did to him. The rain flowed down her cheeks and she had not even realized until she stopped fighting that she was crying. She went limp in Angel's arms. They would have both collapsed to the floor if it had not been for Angel's vampire strength. Angel slowly lowered them both to the ground and just held Faith in his arms as she sobbed into his already soaked shirt.

"It's okay," Angel told her softly trying to console the hysterical slayer.

Clank! Angel could hear the sound of metal slamming into pavement. He glanced behind him without moving away from the dark slayer and noticed Wesley standing there. A knife lay beside his feet. Angel was glad that he had been able to end the fight before Wesley had tried to intervene. Angel knew Faith wanted to die and that was the reason she had tortured Wesley. They stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity before Faith's sobs had calmed down to small whimpers. It was then that Angel helped Faith to her feet and guided her to his car. Wesley sat in the back while Faith sat in the front seat with Angel. She just stared at the floor below her not daring turn around to look at the watcher sitting in the back and all that she had done to him. When they got to the agency Faith followed Angel to an elevator that would take them down to his apartment while Wesley got some medical help from Cordelia, who had learned enough first aid skills to bandage his wounds. Faith just stared into space not really feeling anything. She was exhausted from all the emotions that were flying around in her. So many emotions just caused her to go numb so she would not have to face them all at once.

"Faith," Angel said softly, "Come on."

It was then that Faith realized that the doors to the elevator had opened and he was motioning her to follow him. Angel led her over to his bed where she sat down and he draped a blanket around her.

"It's okay," Angel told her, "Just get some rest."

Faith lay down on the bed and curled up into a fetal position. As Angel covered Faith with another quilt he explained that he would be close by if she needed him. He then proceeded to turn around to head upstairs to check on Wesley.

"Angel," Faith said in a small voice.

Angel turned around. As he turned around flashes of swam through Faith's mind of her attacking him when he least expected it and staking him through the heart. The thoughts fled her mind just as fast as she arrived.

"What's wrong?" Angel asked.

"Nothing."

Angel nodded before he turned and headed upstairs. When he walked into the main area he found Wesley buttoning his shirt and Cordelia putting away the first aid kit.

"How are you feeling?" Angel asked Wesley.

"As well as can be expected," Wesley replied, "Knowing she's bound and gagged makes me feel so much better though."

Angel averted his eyes to the floor for a second when he heard Wesley's comment knowing well that he had not bound and gagged the dark slayer. He looked back at Wesley, but his aversion was long enough for Wesley to know that he had not done that.

"Look I understand why you do not want to hand her over to the police," Wesley told her, "They would be ill equipped to deal with a slayer, but I do not understand however how the woman who brutally tortured me gets to roam around down there free. She should be tied up like the rapid animal she is."

Angel sighed not understand why Wesley could not see it from his point of view.

"She's not a rapid animal. She's a person," Angel snapped, "and in case you have forgotten we aren't in the business of giving up on people."

"You very well know I don't stop helping people," Wesley said angrily, "But there's evil in that girl."

"She wants to change," Angel reasoned.

"I don't care what she wants to do. There's evil in that girl," Wesley told him, "If you set her free she will kill again."

With that Wesley grabbed his coat and made a speedy exit. He was not about to stick around in the same building as the woman who had viciously tortured him a not long ago.

"He'll come around."

"Oh for sure. Wesley will come around to want to help the girl who sadistically tortured him for hours," Cordelia said sarcastically.

Angel turned around and noticed Cordelia gathering her things and sliding into her jacket.

"Where are you going?" Angel asked her.

"You really think I'm gonna stick around here with a psychotic slayer roaming free downstairs?" Cordelia asked before she walked out of the door.

Angel sighed. He knew Faith had done terrible things to them, but he couldn't understand why they could not believe that she wanted to change. He then realized it was because neither Wesley nor Cordelia could understand what Faith was going through. Neither of them had killed anything more than a demon. Angel was the only one who could understand Faith. Angel sighed hoping the morning would be better.