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Willow pulled Faith into the car and went around to her own side and got in.

"You so like Wesley! We must talk about this!" Willow was sitting in the driver's seat and was in full babble mode.

"Okay. Slow down there, Wills. I'll tell you all about it in a bit. I was serious about the bonding. No need to start babbling." Faith said in an attempt to stop Willow from asking her a bunch of questions all at once. She didn't think anyone knew she liked Princess Marguerite.

"Alright. Let's get going then. We'll just ask each other a question for a while, taking turns of course." Willow spoke while starting the car and taking off for the highway.

"Well, we've got a couple of hours to kill so that sounds nice. But I'd like to get a bit into my new book before I have to deal with Buffy, okay? So, how'd you know I like Wes?"

"You like to read?" Willow turned to look at Faith. The incredibility was loud in her voice. Faith in turn grabbed Willow and turned her back to the road.

"Watch the road! Yes, I like to read. There is a reason why I hung out in the library back in Sunny-D. Now answer the question."

"I saw you blow him a kiss and I think the reason you hung out in the library was Wesley."

"I've liked to read for a long time, I'll have you know. Wes was just good company. He was just so nice when he wasn't being a pompous ass. Though he has a rather nice ass. That's why I liked him in the first place. I meant the gentleman behavior, not the ass. But the ass did help. Wesley was the only one who actually tried to care about me." Faith blushed at the ass comment.

They continued the game of twenty questions for an hour and then Faith started to read her book that Wesley had given her. It was a comedy called The Princess Bride. (A/N anyone see where I'm going with this?) Willow had found it quite funny that Faith would blush about liking Wesley's ass. By the time they had arrived Willow and Faith were friends. As they were climbing out of the car Dawn came running down the steps and crashed into Faith. Faith was trying to breathe through the crushing hug that Dawn was giving her.

"Thank you so much for coming. I missed you!" Faith patted her back pitifully a few times before letting her arms fall to her sides. Sometimes she forgot that Dawn had been called when Buffy had died the second time.

"Air." Faith managed to rasp out. Dawn's arms immediately came down and she stepped back and started to apologize. But Faith cut her off.

"No need hon. you were always nice to me." Dawn just grinned at her.

"Come on, I'll help you get your stuff."

And so the day continued. Faith met the rest of the potentials and unloaded her stuff in Dawn's room. Dawn herself was spending most of her time with Spike in the basement, not that Buffy seemed to notice. The blonde never seemed to notice anything if it didn't directly concern her anymore. Meanwhile Faith started to intertwine her way into the group, never quite belonging but still accepted. It felt good to be accepted for a change. Faith noticed the way the blonde vampire looked at Dawn and she knew that Dawn had been head over heels for good old William for quite some time now. The younger Summers girl had wrote to her while Faith had been in prison.

It had been a long day for Faith. She was tired and hungry, not having eaten since breakfast unless you counted a milkshake as eating. She walked down to the kitchen and saw someone she hadn't met today. She saw a very good-looking young man and he was turning around to look at her.

(A/N I'm thinking of leaving a cliffy here but that would be cruel. And I want Faith to be happy with Wesley.)

"Oh, hello. I didn't see you there. I'm Robin Wood by the way, and you are?"

"I'm Faith Lehane. Are there any leftovers in the fridge?"

"I'm not sure. There are a lot of girls here, but luckily we have three Slayers as well."

"You know what a Slayer is?"

"Yeah, my mom was a Slayer. William the Bloody killed her."

"Let me guess. You attacked him to gain vengeance for your mom and Dawn punched you."

"That's exactly what happened. How'd you know?"

"You're sporting quite the shiner and Dawn's very protective of what's hers. Not to mention, she told me. You're lucky it's only a black eye."

"I have no idea how a Slayer could fall in love with a vampire. Especially on who has killed at least two Slayers."

"Dawn fell for him before she was called. I guess it kind of helps his case that she's been around before time and knew what he was like when he was human. You do know about Glory, right?"

"Yes. Willow told me before she went to get you. But I don't understand about her knowing what he was like."

"You'd have to ask Dawn on that one. She was rather vague with me." Oh, my gosh. I said rather, Wes really is rubbing off on me. I'd sure like him to rub something else on me. It'd be wonderful to rub that stubble on Wesley's face. Oh and to rub something else of his. Bad, bad Faith! She should so not be having a sexual fantasy of Wesley in the middle of the conversation.

"Well, we all need to get some sleep. I hope we'll talk again in the morning." Wood spoke when it was apparent that Faith had lost interest in the subject. The way he eyed her up and down made her want to hit him. It looked like Robin Wood wanted to take a tumble with her and she was not appreciative of the glance he had given her. Faith Marie Lehane wanted one man and one man alone. It was just too bad for her that he was currently in L.A.

Faith got her midnight snack, a package of crackers, and she headed up to bed. Faith did what she did every night since she had met the man. She dreamed sweet dreams of Wesley.

There might be Wood bashing, I'm not sure. But there will most definitely be a confrontation. I'm not describing Wood; I have no fucking idea what he looks like so yell at me if you want to. About Dawn being called, it makes perfect sense. She's made from Buffy so she's a potential. It makes sense in my mind anyway. I'm sorry if this is short. If you want it to be longer send in more reviews. I love them; they make me want to write. The more reviews I get the more I want to write. Think of it as a bribe if you will. I ask that you review and I bid you goodnight.