Ay, Oh! Let's go! Ay Oh! Let's go!

Faith groaned.

The first thing she was aware of was the loud thudding bass of music not very far from where she was. The second thing was an enormous headache that made her feel like the world was right on top of her head, weighing heavy on her shoulders and causing her to feel like her mind would explode. She went to move and it felt like the world shifted on it axis and she collapsed back down again as a wave of nausea swept over her prone body. That's when she noticed the wet concrete beneath her and not the carpet of the living room she expected. The brunette chanced opening her eyes and waited the long minutes it took for them to focus.

She was in an alley, face down as it happened, and she didn't immediately recognize where she was which meant she was somewhere unfamiliar. The music kept pounding away and she figured it had to be close by. Painfully she pushed herself up to her knees, sitting on them a minute to steady herself as a second wave of nausea hit her, and then pushed herself to standing. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck and nothing ever made her feel this way.

Unfortunately she couldn't remember what happened before waking up on the ground.

Faith shook, figuring she needed to find out where she was first and to do that she needed to be around people. The music was coming from what seemed to be a club across the street. She headed toward it and pinpointed the music as the Ramones, something she recognized. It was slow going but she came closer to the bar and felt a bit better as she moved and blood started flowing again. She remembered thinking that Giles did not have this good of taste in music.

Things started to stop making sense when she saw the cars parked on the street – all old models and all with old plates. When she saw people they were dressed in a way she was not used to and looked at her in her leather like she was strange. Ok, that much wasn't very unusual but still she felt unnerved. After some searching she found a newspaper.

"Oh, fuck me!" she grumbled. The date read September 15th, 1978. Her sense of being wasn't getting any better. "What. The. Fuck?"

At least she was still in London though that was of little comfort considering she didn't know the city very well. She'd only just arrived a month or two ago and was pretty sure Giles wasn't as his townhouse now. She didn't know how old he was in this time exactly, just somewhere in his twenties. She guessed. Dates and things weren't necessarily something she kept track of. It was all very superfluous before but now she wished she'd paid attention. But if anyone knew how to send her home, despite the age, it was Giles.

Faith knew nothing of Ripper.

She moved toward what appeared to be a thrasher club on the wrong side of the tracks. At least that was familiar territory even if she'd never been there before. All of these types of places were the same and all of them attracted the same types of people. It would be easier to get info out of a drunken guy looking for a good time. Faith was just the person to exploit that and though it would be hell on her head and her nerves she knew it was pretty much her only avenue without appearing like a crazy person with visions of 2003 in her mind.

As she approached the club several people were on their way out. One of them brushed into her with his arm wrapped around a far out looking blond in tight clothing. Faith, feeling upset and aggressive turned and paused. "HEY! Excuse you"

The man stopped, turning himself, his arm sliding from the blond's shoulder. "What?"

"You heard me."

Apparently he wasn't used to being called on his misconduct as his eyes narrowed and a dangerous glint was cast in his jade eyes. He apparently had no idea he was crossing a Slayer.

"I'm not apologizing to anyone."

"You will." Getting out a little aggression was a good thing at the moment in the brunette's eyes. She didn't notice the magic starting to crackle around his own fists. She was too busy imagining a good beat down. As she took a step forward the blond slid effortlessly between them apparently unwilling to wait while the two clashed before she got what she wanted.

"Ripper…" she purred, kissing him deeply enough to distract him and the magic dropped. "What are you doing wasting time? You can't hit girls."

His recklessly handsome grin was the response as he pulled her possessively to himself and kissed her again. "Of course you're right, dove, though she hardly qualifies."

He and his mates had a good laugh and Faith was not feeling any better, coaching herself against jumping him and pummeling him senseless. A headachy confused wibbly wobbly timey wimey slayer was not a happy slayer. But she recognized that getting arrested would not be the best way to get home and stood rigidly as he walked away, staring daggers into his back. Disaster was averted for now. The thought of entering the club made her head want to preemptively split open but she forced herself to move forward.

Inside the club was what she expected it to be. It was dark and there were plenty of people clad in leather, like she, and the moment she walked in she noticed several pairs of eyes narrowing in on her. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Pretty soon someone was bold enough to approach thinking her easy prey. She let them.

"Arrow."

He extended his hand and she assumed that was the name he went by rather than anything important.

"Faith."

But she didn't take his hand and instead moved away from him, playing a game she'd moved through the motions of too many times to count. He took the bait and followed, smiling after her. "Buy you a shot?"

"Sure." Who was she to turn down free booze?

"Oye!" He signaled the bartender and ordered their drinks. Faith took hers with the ease of long practice, hoping to dull the ache in her head. That earned her an impressed look. This was promising. She was the little hellion their mothers warned them about but from where she was sitting he didn't seem very concerned with warnings. That worked out better for Faith, anyway and she meant to use that advantage as long as she had it. Information – that was the name of the game. She grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and tugged him with her away from the bar.

"Let's dance."