Faith couldn't believe that Aidan had dragged her back to Boston, to the townhouse that her new Watcher apparently thought he could take over lock, stock, and barrel. Wes was clumsy where Petra – her real Watcher – had been calm, skittish where Petra had been assured, and an asshole where . . . well, Petra could be a real bitch at times. Maybe it was a Watcher thing, although in that case, you'd think Aidan would be arrogant too. Not that he was really a Watcher, but there was some sort of connection there, and he was Petra's cousin. Aidan wasn't much like Petra though. He had an economy of movement that told Faith that she'd be hard pressed to beat him in a fight, even if he was old enough to be Wesley's father.
As they left the townhouse, Wesley was working out how to get Faith back to Boston and under his firm control within the week or, well, within two or three weeks at most. His thoughts were interrupted by Faith's exclamation. "Tell me this isn't your car."
"The Infinity Q45 is a perfectly serviceable vehicle," Wesley told her, while wondering if all Slayers were so difficult.
"It looks like something my granny would drive, if she were still around, that is," Faith said. "You sure I can't ride with you?" Faith asked as she traced a finger over the sleek shell of Aidan's Narbon XL-7, the most brutally beautiful motorcycle she'd ever seen.
Aidan shook his head but only said, "Let's get on the road."
Wesley handed her a map. "If you could find Deepwater, that would be most helpful."
Faith shoved the map back at him. "Aidan wrote down the directions for you."
"Faith," he said condescendingly, "neither a Watcher nor his Slayer can ever be over-prepared."
Rolling her eyes, Faith got into the passenger seat, leaving Wesley to try and refold the map. Wesley carefully refolded the map, glaring at Faith all the while, and then pointedly reached over her to place it in the glove compartment. As he pulled the car away from the curb, Wesley started in on a litany of complaints. After a mere five minutes of this barrage, Faith wasn't sure she'd even make it out of Massachusetts, much less all the way to Connecticut. "And I do not understand why you called in an outsider in the first place. I assure you that training with a Watcher is more than adequate to prepare a Slayer for any demons she might face."
Faith reached over and turned on the radio. Big band? she asked herself. How'd he even find a station that plays this crap? Turning the dial to WFNX, she sang along, drowning out Wesley's complaints with, "We raise our hats to the strange phenomena. Soul birds of a feather flock together."
Wesley turned off the radio with an angry jerk of his hand. "Are you listening to a single word I'm saying?"
"Trying not to," she replied honestly.
"You may not take your responsibilities seriously, but I can assure you that I–" Faith leaned out the window until she couldn't hear him anymore.