Part 2

"Talk," Xander yelled as the door to Willow and Faith's hotel room closed.

Jason just stood silent, observing and trying to take everything in. Faith and Willow walked over and sat on the edge of Faith's bed, and motioned to the guys to take a seat on Willow's bed, facing them. The two men cautiously sat down.

"Okay," Willow began. "Let's see. Where to start? First, I'm Willow and this is Faith. And what we're about to tell you is going to seem like something out of a science-fiction novel, but we're not making any of this up. So, you have to keep an open mind. Can you do that?" Seeing both men slowly nod their heads, Willow continued. "Do you know what attacked you in the alley?"

"No, but you do," Xander stated.

"They were vampires," Faith blurted out, trying to remain calm but failing miserably.

"Vampires?" Jason spoke for the first time since the alley.

"Yes," Willow replied. "Like we said, we know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth. Thus, they turned to dust when staked through the heart."

"Okay," X spoke up. "Let's suspend reality for a minute and prtend that we believe you. Aren't vampires supposed to be really strong? And if so, how was it possible that you two were able to kill them so easily?"

Willow took a deep breath then glanced at Faith who nodded for her to answer. "Yes, vampires are demons and therefore are strong. As for how we beat them - there's two reasons. Well, actually there are more than two, but really only two that would make"

"Red!" Faith jumped in before Willow went off on a full blown tangent.

"Oh, sorry," Willow blushed and Faith just laughed. Both men were actually put at ease by the small and seemingly insignificant actions of the two women. "Like I was saying. We've had a lot of practice fighting vampires, and Faith is a Slayer."

"What's a Slayer?" Jason asked.

"Every generation, she is chosen to fight the forces of darkness. She is the Chosen One. She is the Vampire Slayer," Faith monotoned.

"Answered that question a few times, have ya'?" Xander joked.

"Unfortunately," she replied. "Now, my turn to ask a question." She looked Xander in the eyes. "Why were you following him?" She asked nodding her head in Jason's direction.

"Good question," Jason piped up. "I'd like to know that answer to that myself."

"Well," Xander uncharacteristically bowed his head. "I was supposed to find you and bring you in to work for the agency that I work for."

"Three questions," Willow interrupted. "Who are you? Who do you work for? And why do they want him?"

"My name is Xander Cage, I work for the NSA," he admitted reluctantly. "And they want Jason Bourne here because he's a highly trained weapon whose gone rogue, apparently. I didn't get the details."

Both girls looked over at Jason, trying to figure out what was true and what wasn't. They didn't have to wait long.

"I did not go rogue," Jason defended. "I got shot in the back, ended up in the ocean, and woke up with amnesia. I didn't have a clue who, or what, I was until my 'boss' showed up in Paris and tried to kill me. He started talking about my past and it all began to come back to me. I didn't want to go back to the life of being an assassin, so I ran. Been running ever since." Jason's head was hung in shame.

"It's okay," Willow tried to reassure him. "We understand, and trust me when I say that we're not going to judge you."

"You couldn't understand - Xander might, seeing as he's an agent too, but you'd never understand what it feels like to murder someone in cold blood."

Willow and Faith looked at each other and tried not to laugh. Xander saw the two trying to stifle their smiles.

"What's so funny?" He demanded. "You have no idea what's it's like."

"Actually," Faith corrected. "We do." Both men looked at her like she had grown a second head. "But you are right that it's not funny. You see, I'm an escaped convict. I was in prison for murder. And Red here, flayed a guy that killed her lover." Both men were deathly silent trying to take in what the Slayer had just told them.

"So you see," Willow spoke up. "Faith and I know EXACTLY what you're going through. We just chose different paths to redemption. She went to prison to atone, I decided to help as many people as I could, you," Willow looked Jason in the eyes. "Decided to run, and you," she glanced at Xander. "I haven't figured out yet."

"Actually," he told them. "I hadn't killed anyone until I got 'recruited' by the NSA. And even then it was only the bad guys that I killed. Not that which side they were on make it any easier, just easier to justify."

"You can almost live with anything as long as you can justify it enough," Faith agreed quietly.

"So," Willow turned to Xander. "Now that you've found Jason, what are you going to do with him?"

"I . . . I don't know," Xander admitted. "He's nothing like I was told. I wouldn't wish my life on anyone."

"So, what do we do now?" Jason asked.

"I vote for food," Faith piped up. The others looked at her, slightly confused by the subject change. "What? Willow and I started following you before we could eat."

"Alright, food it is." Xander stood up, and headed for the door with Faith right behind him.

"You two coming?" Faith asked Willow and Jason.

"You bet," Willow said as she stood and walked toward the now open door.

"Why not?" Jason followed the other three out of the room. "It's not like I have anything better to do."