AN. Thanks for the reviews :) This is my very first fanfic so any ideas for improvements are welcomed. Also, just to mention italics are character's thoughts.

Buffy stood up, still utterly bewildered by what had just happened. What exactly had just happened? she asked herself as she surveyed the dust ridden church. At that moment Giles and the rest of the Scoobies entered switching Buffy into slayer mode; she checked the chapel for more vamps, as she was determining that it was all clear Giles spoke up

"What happened, did it work?"

"Of course it worked, do I look like a psychopathic super bitch?" Buffy retorted sarcastically.

Why did it feel so weird saying that, it's the truth. Isn't it? After everything Faith's done to hurt me and the people I love why does it feel so wrong to call her a bitch?

"Where did Faith go?" Willow inquired with a look, mixed between fear and wanting to kick some ass, on her face.

"She bolted" Buffy answered vacantly.

Willow sensed something was off.

"Are you ok Buffy? What happened in here?"

Buffy's eyes opened in shock at the question.

What exactly had happened? What did it mean and how am I supposed to explain it to the others? She turned round to face willow and replied,

"I got here and she was fighting some vamps, then we fought and I used your glowy spell to do the switcheroo then she ran away as per usual" well that's mostly the truth.

There was a knock on the door and Riley walked in "Is all the fighting over?"

"Yep. All the vamps are poofed" replied Buffy looking up at her cute commando boyfriend.

He put his arms around her and held her close and she hugged him back. He had been worried about her going in there all alone and she had missed being in her own body, in her boyfriend's arms. She smiled at the comfort that his embrace gave her after the day's events of escaping the watcher's council... but something was different, wrong, the scent of him when they embraced usually filled her up with an overwhelming feeling of happiness but that wasn't happening this time. She smiled to convey normality to everyone else but inside her head was a different story altogether.

Why does this feel so weird? I'm hugging my boyfriend, my wonderful, handsome, trustworthy boyfriend; this is supposed to make me feel happy not ...what is it I'm feeling?... Empty.

An image of Faith flashed through her mind.

Why am I thinking about Faith when Riley's here?

Buffy leaned in to Riley and he leaned in and kissed his lips moved against hers but all she could picture was Faith.

Her beautiful, soft curly brunette hair, her dark, deep brooding eyes, her soft, gentle, silky smooth lips brushing against hers, her flawlessly toned, beautifully curvy body pressing against hers, those two perfect... What in the holy hellsmouth is happening to me?:

1) I hate Faith. She is criminally insane and a psychotic bitch who is hell bent on hurting me in any and every way possible.

2) She is a girl. A girl as am I a girl, and I am not gay.
I like guys I've always liked guys. Big, strong, handsome men, albeit sometimes dead men but always MEN. So this, whatever it is, cannot be happening.

It must just be some after effects of the body swapping spell.

She thought desperately attempting to reassure herself.

"W-w-what did I do" Faith uttered frantically to herself as she ran through the back streets of Sunnydale.

She thought back through the events of that day.

She had had to go to that church, she had felt compelled to.
With Buffy, in her own body, locked up by the watchers council, she was the only slayer left, how could she just leave when all those people were in danger; it was her responsibility to help and she had never experienced responsibility before.

For once she genuinely cared and it confused the hell out of her. Was she really changing or was it some weird effects of the magic that had switched their bodies.

She felt burdened and alone; all day she had hung out with Buffy's friends, partied at the bronze and even hooked up with Buffy's new boytoy but somehow all of this had made her feel so alone.

Somehow she knew this wasn't just her usual loneliness brought on from years of having no one to look after and care for her. No. this was something different, something deeper; being around all these people, being so close to having normal relationships but never quite accomplishing them because 'you're different from all of them, because you're a slayer'.

Is this how B feels all the time? This crippling loneliness? I never knew. I never understood. How does she deal with this?