Disclaimer: Again, nothing is mine. Just the wacky idea that came to me in a dream...
A.N: Thanks RabidReject and Alani for the reivews. Glad I've got you interested. Sorry to say but this chapter may confuse you even more. And RabidReject, I can't tell you if Buffy's dead... she might be, she might not. You'll find out soon enough.

She shouldn't be here. There was nothing she could do to help. Last night showed her that; so many people injured or dead, and all because she couldn't do her job properly. Damn, she thought, if only B. could hear what I was thinking. She shake my hand and welcome me to the self-doubting club. Faith had to admit, B. seemed alot more confident in their little "army" than she ought to be. A bunch of teenage girls... how the hell were they meant to help beat down the First Evil? It was crazy, but sometimes, crazy helped.

Faith pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one as her thoughts drifted over her past psychopathic tendancies and she remebered that priest guy. What was his name again? Oh, Caleb. Now he was one crazy-ass bastard, but Jesus H. was he strong. He took down B. and herself easily, broke Rona's arm, killed that Molly kid and put out Xander's eye. There was no way they could beat him, even if they went in with their entire regiment. It would just mean more people would die, or get seriously injured.

Or half blinded, she hissed in her head. She took a drag of her cigarette and blew out the smoke. That son of a bitch was going to pay for what he did to the Xan-man. He didn't deserve it; he was only trying to save lives. But then again, weren't they all? She felt sorry for him, something she never thought she would be able to admit, even to herself. And Willow. She was so heartbroken when she found out what happened to him. Faith never even got a chance to apologize to her, she just raced out to the car and sped off down the street. But they would cope, right? They had to, they were the Scoobies.

So where do I fit in?

"Faith?"

Buffy's voice carried across the backyard from where she stood on the verandah to where Faith sat on a bench near the back fence. When she turned to face her, the older Slayer looked exhausted. She had been at the hospital mostly all night with Xander, only coming back to check on Dawn and the other casualties. Casualties. God, she hated that word. But there was no other way to describe it. She was pretty sure B. despised it too, but it wasn't something she wanted to bring up right now.

"What's up B.?" she asked, turning towards the blonde as she slowly walked to the bench to sit beside Faith. Taking a long drag, she gently asked, "How's Xander?"

She watched as Buffy's face fell slightly, if it was even possible at all. She was wearing a mask of depression that nobody else seemed to see. Or maybe they just don't want to, she thought, which she could understand. They didn't want to see their leader all weak and vulnerable. It would bust morale up even more to think that the numero uno Slayer had lost hope. Hell, it was busting Faith up to see Buffy so down.

"He's... he's trying to deal with it," she replied simply, her voice so quiet Faith had to strain to hear it. It was clear that it wasn't only Xander that was dealing with his loss of eyesight. His friends were taking it hard too. Only a masochistic asshole like Caleb would take pleasure out of seeing someone hurt like that. Faith glanced at Buffy again and saw tears forming behind her once-shining green eyes. She wanted so badly to put her arm around the older girl and tell her everything would be okay, but she couldn't know that. None of them could.

"B." Faith started. Watching the salty tears make a path down the blonde's face, Faith lifted a thumb to wipe them away. There was nothing she could say to make this any better, nothing that would make Buffy feel better. Without thinking about it, she rested her arm on Buffy's shoulder and the wayward Slayer let her lay her head down on her shoulder and cry.

Normally, she wouldn't be comfortable in a situation like this, but right now, Buffy didn't have anybody else. She couldn't let little D see her like this and her two best friends were at the hospital. If the circumstances were different and Faith was the one crying, she wasn't sure if Buffy would be trying to comfort her like this; after everything she put them through, she'd have a right not to, but Buffy had forgiven her. At least, she hoped she had.

"Faith, you have to help me," Buffy said into her shoulder. She lifted her head up, her tear-stained face set. Faith simply inhaled her smoke, raised her eyebrows and let go of the other girl. "We need to take him down." Her eyes were no longer dull and hopeless; they burned with a hatred and resolve Faith hadn't seen since they were last aimed at her. She understood Buffy's need to hurt Caleb, but right now it didn't sound like a smart plan. They needed to rest, reboost and train harder.

"B. we wouldn't even know where to start. I mean, he's pretty untouchable, right? So we should take our time and make a plan," Faith stated slowly. She couldn't believe she was saying this. She was thinking instead of doing. Right then, she realized how different she was since the last time she had been in grand ol' Sunny-D, and she thought Buffy did too. Her eyes softened as they looked at the former Rogue, contemplating Faith's change of heart.

"You really have changed, Faith," was all she said before she stood up and headed back toward the house. Before she hit the door, she turned and instructed her to find Kennedy and come down to the basement.

Great, Faith thought, pinging away her cigarette. The genius team of two Slayers, a Brat and a vampire.

She stood up and felt dizzy, reaching down to grab the bench before she fell over, only, it wasn't there. Nothing was there. The backyard had turned into a white abyss. White abyss always on the plus from a black abyss, she thought dryly. Her stomach started to twist and she felt as though she was being pulled in different directions. Her mind became blank, but almost as soon as it had started, it was over and she was in the Summers yard again.

"What the hell was that?" she muttered to herself, placing a hand on her now-settled stomach and shaking her head. Carefully, she placed one foot in front of the other and made her way to the back door. Wondering whether she had blacked out, into a white room? she began mixing theories in her head. Someone might have drugged her; she might have fallen asleep after Buffy left; she might have had a vision. All of which she ruled out, leaving her more confused than when she started.

Stepping into the foyer of the Summer's house, Faith froze and opened her eyes in shock.

Kennedy was sitting on the couch with a girl. A girl that was distincly not Red.

"Brat, what the hell are you doing?!" she yelled, causing the young brunette Potential to pull away from her make-out buddy and stare at her in contempt.

Suddenly she stood up from the couch and assumed a fighting stance. The other girl did the same, standing just behind Kennedy.

When the hell did I become a threat again? Faith asked herself, watching as the two teenagers in front of her attempted to stare her down.

"Who the hell are you?" Kennedy demanded.

What?!

More confused? I thought so.
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