AN = I don't own anything except the storyline. So, no suing please. I don't make money at all with this. And this is my first Fuffy fiction. So, be gentle and ignore if there's a typo or something. Building comments are welcomed. Mostly? Just review. HaHaHa! So I get you guys to it. Lemme know if you wanted me to go on, or just erase this story. Wouldn't be offended. Although I might cry a bit, but it's just a bit. So no problem here. ;)

I'm just joking, come on! ;)

PS=Thanks to my amazing beta reader, she helped me go through my story once again, teaches me new things and corrected my mistakes. Much, much, more better than Mr. B.

Anyway, XOXO! Enjoy!

Oh, and don't tell Mr. B I said this. Please...? Gotta keep my good grades. LOL

"You're not staying with us?

"Nope."

"Why?"

"There isn't any particular reason, Ken."

"Then, why don't you stay? All of us are getting to know each other. Besides, it wouldn't be fun without you hanging around here."

The brunette chuckled; only the humor of it was not reflected openly in her eyes. The young slayer could not see it since she's busy looking at the brunette's backpack. "There not even one single important reason for me to stay in Cleveland, Ken. My presence here with the Scooby gang in the first place is only because your girlfriend was lookin' for my help. Now that Sunnydale and the Big Bad are gone, staying here too long without a purpose won't do me any good. Come on, ya know 'bout me and what happens when I get bored, right?" Faith said as she turned the face the younger girl while raising her right eyebrow.

The young slayer had obviously heard about the brunette's history with the Scooby gang. Kennedy rolled her eyes at the brunette while taking a precautionary step back. Faith burst into laughter causing Kennedy's gaze to snap back to the older slayer. Her eyes narrowed into a questioning look resulting in Faith laughing even harder. It didn't take a genius to figure out Kennedy had taken her threat seriously.

"Ha, Ha. Very funny." The young slayer emphasized, narrowing her eyes towards the other girl when she realized that she's been messed around with.

"Glad to know that I ain't losin' my touch. Can still be scary and all." A smirk crept across from the brunette's lips as she turned and shoved the last piece of clothing inside her backpack.

"But where would you go?"

"L.A. Helpin' out Soulboy a lil'." After patting her backpack a few times, she lifts it up, ready to start moving on from the slayer's HQ.

"That's it?" Kennedy snapped while crossing her arms in front of her. "You're just not going to say goodbye to any of us? Hell, if I hadn't caught you packing just now, I wouldn't have even known that you're going! What about that principal guy? You just gonna leave him?"

"Who asked you to come bargin' into my room anyway? And yeah, Robin's a good sack, a good guy, but doesn't deserve someone like me. I'm all 'get some, get gone', ya know? He knows it too. No strings attached." She pause for a second before she continued, her voice hard as steel, "Now you goin' to be a good girl, move aside and shut your mouth. If you can't, then keep it shut till I'm gone, 'kay."

Kennedy heard the unveiled threat in her tone but she couldn't let it go, not like that. Faith was her friend and a part of the group whether she realized it or not. It was like the older brunette never cared about any of them anymore.

But the contrary was, she knew Faith cared.

She may be a brat, but she wasn't a complete fool. There were more reasons behind why Faith's leaving, and her perceptive trait encouraged her to believe so.

It's just that the older brunette's never going to tell her or anybody about what's in her mind, mostly because of her stubborn persona.

Taking her stance, she tried once more to convince Faith otherwise, even if it was a low tact.

"Or I can scream right now, waking them all up. Then you will have to tell them why you are going. You'll have to tell Buffy," Kennedy taunted the older slayer, purposely emphasizing that name. For a moment she held her breath in anticipation. It appeared to have worked when the brunette's hand halted from turning the knob and walking out of that door.

But when she heard the door opening, she realized the tact was not going to be working tonight.

"Do that K, and we'll see what happens to you first before they even arrive." The brunette motioned her warning glare towards the younger girl and they stayed that way for a minute. Seeing Kennedy lowered her head from their staring contest Faith knew she won the battle. Taking the silence as her cue to leave.

"Thanks, Ken. Say goodbye to 'em for me." She whispered quietly, not wanting to show any emotions.

Without another word or means to contact her, Faith slipped quietly out the front door into the foggy night.

Present day, two years later...

Chewing her gum while putting her fist into a stray Vampire's face, Faith launched another roundhouse kick at both vamps behind her. Sensing the first vamp already on his feet ready to pounce Faith quickly withdrew her stake from her boot before plunging it into the vampire's heart.

As the vamp explodes into dust Faith quickly returned her attention to the remaining two vampires. Quickly kicking out hard she caught one in the gut- doubling him over before ramming her elbow into the other's face. Tightening her grip on the stake, Faith lunged and staked him.

She spat her gum towards the pile of dust before sinking her stake into the only vampire left after she successfully pinned him down landing a punch in his face after she got on top of him.

"Don't ever come out from the coffin if ya can't even fight like a girl."

Striking quickly after done mocking the vamp, Faith immediately stood up hoping to avoid the dusted-vampire from ruining her jeans. Glancing at her watch, she turned back to the dark alley behind her and heading towards the HQ.

Angel's HQ...

"You're back early. Usually you're staying 'till dawn at the nightclub. What's the rush?" Cordelia greeted the slayer. She was a bit surprised when the brunette showed up at the door early instead of coming in at her regular time of 2am.

"Vamps all gettin' weak-y, not even givin' me tingles at all when I staked 'em. So there's no pent up energy for me to bumpin' it up in the club. Might as well rest early tonight."

Frowning slightly at the word usage, Cordelia asked, "Vampires getting... 'wiki'? You mean that wikipedia site?"

The brunette rolled her eyes at the older woman. "And here I used to wonder why you left high school so fast before."

"I came here to be A MODEL!"

"Ooh, Office Model. Not bad, C."

"I am not- Ugh! Fine, whatever. Wes is in his office. He said he wanted to see you after you got back."

"Uhuh. What for?" The brunette grabs a roll of doughnut from the doughnut box on the reception desk and stuffed it into her mouth. While searching for something to drink it down cos she started to feel like choking, Cordelia is pointing out the teapot on the table at the corner of the room.

"No idea. Something about you being 'needed' and 'a task' or whatever. Wasn't paying attention, not my job anyway."

"Ergh! Who made this?" Faith scrunching up her nose after drank a cup of tea from the teapot.

"M-" Before she finishes her word, Cordelia changed it back. "Why?"

Eyeing the older brunette, Faith speaks up. "Then it must be ya. No wonder it tastes like shit, C."

Seeing Cordelia's rolling her eyes, Faith sensed that she needed to put the cup down and quickly hide behind the door next to her if she wants to avoid the probability of getting the open book Cordelia was holding thrown at her face. Darting in to hallway, Faith quickly slipped into Wesley's office shutting the door behind her. The next second, a dull thud shook the door and she could hear Cordelia's grunts of annoyance when she managed to dodge the viciously-flying-book that almost hit her head.

"Do better next time, Queen C!" The brunette yells from the safe side of the door. A smug grin spread across her face as she turned around facing Wesley who was sitting in his chair and shaking his head gently towards her.

"What? She's an awful tea-maker. Not my fault if she sucks at that. I'm only givin' her an honest opinion here." Faith huffed, defending herself while she heard Cordelia yells from the other side, "I heard that!"

Faith's grin got wider, as she called back. "Oh, I know you did, C!"

It was followed with the reply. "Jerk!"

The brunette laughs and walking towards Wesley's desk, while admitting proudly to herself. "Uh-uh. My job on her is done." Slumping to a nearby couch, the rogue slayer meets the rogue-Watcher gaze. "So Wes, what's up? Missin' me?"

"As endearing as that would be to you, I did not. However, I believe we got some trouble on our hands."

"Another vampire clan? Tell me their location and it's done by mornin'."

"No. Not vampires. Quite the contrary actually."

"We both know there are too many creatures out there to play guessin' games with, Wes. Even though I'd like to play, but not this way." The brunette waggling her eyebrows towards the Watcher, a common habit that she always does to everyone.

"Slayer. Rogue slayers."

"Hm, my turf."

"Yes, it is. So you've been requested upon to help sorting this problem. They need the original slayer to calm the rising ones."

"By calm, ya mean kick their asses when they are startin' to show off."

"I believe I meant that, yes. Only in a subtle way."

"Fine. When do we motorvate?"

Wesley took his glasses off, wiping them clean of any invisible dust before putting it back on. "Well, it is more like you are going."

A small frown appeared as the words registered. "You mean, me? Alone? Alone alone?"

"Yes. But if you do need a company-"

Faith stood up immediately, pushing the chair back a foot and cutting in before he continues. "Oh hell NO. I'm goin' to enjoy this on my own. No freakin' Watchers-" The brunette stops before she finishes that sentence. "Which I mean no company, and it's like a vacation to me. A vacation with action, sweet."

A sigh escapes from the British guy's mouth. "So you're going then? There's no trouble?"

"Hell yeah! But you guys still gonna sponsor my expenses, right?"

"Uh, sure. It's located at-" Before Wesley can continues, the phone is ringing.

"Angel HQ. May I help you?" A pause. "Ah yes, about that matter. I am talking to her now, in fact." Another pause. "Yes, she has agreed to it. I guess there is no problem on her. You can watch her there too." Pause. Meanwhile, Faith's right eyebrow shots up when she heard the word 'watch'. "Alright then. Are you coming here to pick her up, or-?" Pause. "I see. It is settled. Have a good day, Giles."

Hearing that particular name, Faith's eyes gone wide. "Giles? What do you mean, Giles?"

Wesley quickly realized a change in the slayer's attitude. "Uh, yes. He is the one that requested you. He's coming here from Cleveland first thing tomorrow morning to pick you up. Uh, is there a problem Faith?"

Unable to form any words because of her current state of mind right then, Faith slumped down into the couch once more.

Shit...