Faith woke up with sweat streaming down her face, mingling with the tears
that had already fallen.
"Buffy," She gasped. That was the one thought that had occupied her during her stint in jail. How to make it up to the one person that had tried to get close enough to her to help.
The rogue slayer got out of bed and made her way toward Angel's room, hoping that she wasn't going to disturb him. She hated to impose. He had accepted her with open arms when she was released from prison after only one year. The mayor had erased the murders, and since she was a minor at the time of the assaults, they had given her a reduced sentence. So she was out, unbeknownst to the Sunnydale Gang. She wanted to make amends with them, but not until after she made up with the LA crew and proved herself to be reformed. She peeked in Angel's door and was relieved to find him awake.
"Hey Faith. Are you ok?" he asked as he noticed her.
"Normally, I would say five by five, but I'm not." She stated.
Angel crossed over to her and put his arms around her looking at her with concern. "What's wrong?" he questioned.
"I just had this wicked bad dream. But it wasn't like the usual, with my mom and stuff, or even the night of the fight, or getting shot at by those watcher guys. This was real bad Angel. I dreamed that B died. I saw her falling into this huge pool of lightning. She just died, snuffed out." The girl shuddered at the memory.
Angel took her face into his hands, and stared into her eyes. "It's ok. It was just a dream. If anything happened to Buffy we'd know."
She smiled wanly, "I know we would, but it just felt so real ya know? It was like a part of my soul had gotten ripped out. She was gone and I never got to say good-bye, or tell her that I was sorry, or that-," she cut herself off. "But you're right; it's probably just residual guilt. I still want to apologize and I haven't so it's getting to me." She smiled at Angel and gave him a quick hug before turning to leave the room.
The dark slayer sighed. She knew that Buffy had tried to help her.
"But that was before I was ready to be helped," Faith mused, "I was like an addict, I had to hit rock bottom before I could start to climb back up." "Now I just hope that it's not too late to try to make it up to her."
She sighed. "Since I'm not getting anymore sleep tonight, I might as well do something useful," the dark slayer muttered as she wandered down to the room that Angel had set up for her to train in.
Had confusing thoughts not befuddled her slayer senses, she would have heard the vampire with a soul, awake, pacing in his bedroom, contemplating what had been discussed.
"So she dreams of Buffy..." He wondered what it meant.
"Buffy," She gasped. That was the one thought that had occupied her during her stint in jail. How to make it up to the one person that had tried to get close enough to her to help.
The rogue slayer got out of bed and made her way toward Angel's room, hoping that she wasn't going to disturb him. She hated to impose. He had accepted her with open arms when she was released from prison after only one year. The mayor had erased the murders, and since she was a minor at the time of the assaults, they had given her a reduced sentence. So she was out, unbeknownst to the Sunnydale Gang. She wanted to make amends with them, but not until after she made up with the LA crew and proved herself to be reformed. She peeked in Angel's door and was relieved to find him awake.
"Hey Faith. Are you ok?" he asked as he noticed her.
"Normally, I would say five by five, but I'm not." She stated.
Angel crossed over to her and put his arms around her looking at her with concern. "What's wrong?" he questioned.
"I just had this wicked bad dream. But it wasn't like the usual, with my mom and stuff, or even the night of the fight, or getting shot at by those watcher guys. This was real bad Angel. I dreamed that B died. I saw her falling into this huge pool of lightning. She just died, snuffed out." The girl shuddered at the memory.
Angel took her face into his hands, and stared into her eyes. "It's ok. It was just a dream. If anything happened to Buffy we'd know."
She smiled wanly, "I know we would, but it just felt so real ya know? It was like a part of my soul had gotten ripped out. She was gone and I never got to say good-bye, or tell her that I was sorry, or that-," she cut herself off. "But you're right; it's probably just residual guilt. I still want to apologize and I haven't so it's getting to me." She smiled at Angel and gave him a quick hug before turning to leave the room.
The dark slayer sighed. She knew that Buffy had tried to help her.
"But that was before I was ready to be helped," Faith mused, "I was like an addict, I had to hit rock bottom before I could start to climb back up." "Now I just hope that it's not too late to try to make it up to her."
She sighed. "Since I'm not getting anymore sleep tonight, I might as well do something useful," the dark slayer muttered as she wandered down to the room that Angel had set up for her to train in.
Had confusing thoughts not befuddled her slayer senses, she would have heard the vampire with a soul, awake, pacing in his bedroom, contemplating what had been discussed.
"So she dreams of Buffy..." He wondered what it meant.