"You keep this up and I'm going to feel unwelcome." Faith said as she sat down across from Ianto.

"Do you mean it?" Ianto asked as he tossed the bag of peas onto the table and stood up. "So a few more insults and pleas to god and you might leave me in peace?"

"You wouldn't be in peace." Faith answered. "And no, I won't leave you." she added.

"Why not?" Ianto asked as he moved to stand in front of her and stared down. "Why can't you find someone else to give your "help" to?"

"Because, I messed something up and I'm stuck with you." Faith muttered as she covered her mouth with her hand and turned her head.

"What was that?" Ianto asked.

"Something went wrong and I'm stuck with you." Faith answered.

"What something?" Ianto pressed.

"I don't know what, if I knew I'd fix it." Faith snapped. "But since we're stuck with eachother, I'll help you." she said suddenly chipper.

"I don't need help." he repeated for what seemed to be the hundreth time since he'd met her.

"You do." she insisted. "You feel insignificant, unwanted at times." she stood up. "There are times you want to do something to show you exsist, that you matter."

"You're way off." he said as he moved away.

"No, I'm not." she said as she followed him. "Sometimes you want to figure out a way to not go to work, yet be there just to see how they get on without you." she moved to block his way. "There are times you want to put things in their tea, coffee, lunches." she smiled. "But you always stop yourself."

"Go away!" he yelled, shoving his way past her. He didn't want to admit that any of what she said was true, but he knew that it was.

"They always assume you'll be there, any time of day or night, to help." Faith pressed. "To clean up their messes, without one word of thanks." she spoke softly as she followed him again. "They never remember your birthday, leave you out of their little group activities."

"Stay away." he groaned as he went to his bedroom and slammed the door.

Faith stayed back, watching him go, knowing she hit the nail on the head. She would let him sit for a while on his own, not wanting to push too far too fast.


Ianto finally came out of his room hours later to find Faith asleep on his sofa. Very quietly he snuck to the door, opened it and left. He needed time alone, time to think. Time to eat, he thought as his stomach growled.

He walked along, always quite surprised at how quiet Cardiff seemed to get at night. Thankful for it at the moment. He looked around and watched the few people who were out at the time, a group of teenagers laughing and smoking, a few couples here and there, heading either home or off on a date.

"What are you thinking?" that all to familiar voice chirped in his ear.

"How to kill you." Ianto answered.

"No you're not." Faith laughed. "And such a mean thing to say."

"You want me to do things to them." he said. "To what, get some kind of revenge?"

"Revenge is the best." she answered matter-of-factly. "Keeps me going longer."

"Going longer?" he asked as he looked at her.

"I feed off emotions." she shrugged. "I kind of explained that earlier."

"So you need these emotions in order to survive?" he went on, oblivious to the fact he was drawing attention.

"Not really to survive." Faith answered. "Just to get a sort of, I don't know, boost I guess you'd call it."

"Can't you just not get your boost?" Ianto wondered out loud.

"No." she answered quickly. "How can I explain?" she asked herself as the group of teenagers approached.

"Hey, mate, got the time?" one asked as they crossed the street and came to stand in front of Ianto, unaware of Faith's pressence.

"Yeah, half past ten." Ianto answered. "Had no idea it was that late." he muttered.

"You did hide in your room for quite a while." Faith said.

"Hid because of you." he replied, getting another look from the teens.

"What was that?" the teen asked.

"Nothing." Ianto answered.

"Oh, I was wondering also if you could give me directions..." the teen continued.

Faith stood next to Ianto bored as he gave directions. She started looking around and noticed one of the other teens moving to Ianto's back and sticking his hand in his coat pocket and fishing out his wallet.

"You rotten little prat!" she hissed, making herself visible to the teen whose eyes suddenly grew.

"I'm sorry." he said as he stumbled back.

"Oh you will be." she said as she grabbed a hold of his crotch and squeezed until he cried.

"Please let go!" he whimpered.

"Faith, stop!" Ianto said as he pulled the woman away and picked up his wallet.

"He tried to nick your wallet." she said as she glared at the boy, his friends staring at him and Ianto as they backed away.

"I know, but you got it back for me, so leave it." he whispered as he took her by the arm and moved her along.

"If I see you again..." she warned the crying boy. "Shouldn't you try to find a policeman?" she asked as they turned the corner.

"No, I think you've done enough." he replied.

"You're far too nice at times, you know." Faith said as she began to pout a bit. "You should have either let me finish the little bugger off or gotten a cop."

"You had the boy in tears and pleading." Ianto said. "What more did you want to do?"

"I don't think you want me to answer that." she responded with an impish smile. "By the way, people are looking at you." she warned as she pointed to an old woman walking her dog. "Soon the men in white coats with butterfly nets will come for you." She thought a moment and added. "Although, that's a silly saying, they would have to be very large nets, or very small people."

"You're insane." Ianto said as though he'd just come to that decision. "Absolutely insane."

"That's what they said before." Faith said.

"Who is they?" Ianto asked.

"Oh, no one." she answered with a big smile. "Anyway, what were your plans after you tried to ditch me?" she asked.

"Food." he answered.

"Oh good idea, I'm starved." she agreed as she linked her arm in his.

"Did you figure out the best way to explain it?" he asked as he rolled his eyes.

"What?" Faith was confused for a moment. "Oh that...yes."

"And..." he prompted.

"Oh, you want to know of course." she laughed. "When I look like this, which I'm stuck doing for goodness knows how long, I live like a human, eat drink, sleep all that mundane stuff." she answered. "But once in a while, a nice emotion is nice."

"Any emotion or just vengence?" he asked as they waited to cross the street.

"Vengence is just the most satisfying." she explained. "But all emotions give that little high. Greed, jealousy, fear, joy, lust." she smiled. "Lust is a pretty enjoyable one as well." she added with a wink.

"Good to know." he answered, blushing only slightly as they began to walk again.

"Oh, no need to blush." she teased. "I know that you find me attractive, annoying though you might find me."

"Perhaps I do find you slightly attractive, physically speaking." he answered as they walked by a man on his mobile, trying to ignore the man's winking and smiling. "Can't you make it so others can see you?" he asked.

"Oh, that takes so much of the fun from it." she answered. "It's quite amusing to see people look at you as though you've just hatched from an egg."

"I'm glad I can be a source of amusement." he muttered, shooting her a look. "So, if you're fine in human form, why can't you just leave it at that?" he asked, trying to get back to the important subject.

"I can't help it." she answered. "If I don't get a fix of some sort of emotion off people, I feel absolutely horrible. I get weak, sweaty, nauseous." she shuddered, "It's not pretty."

"So, you're like an addict?" he asked as he ducked down an alley. "And if you don't get those emotions to feed off of, you go through a sort of withdrawl?"

"I guess you could put it that way." she nodded. "Although that doesn't make me sound very good."

"Sounds better than to think you just get a kick out of using people for their emotions, that you can control it." he replied. "Are all your people like you?"

"The few that are left, yes." Faith answered quietly.

"What happened to you?" Ianto asked as he leaned his shoulder against the wall of the building they were standing behind.

"They deemed us parasites and put us in a sort of quarentine, and we just died off one by one." she sighed, tears starting to form. "One of us they'd missed, he came back for us and we headed for the rift, to try to find a safe place."

"Where are they?" Ianto asked, actually starting to feel bad for her, even though he knew better.

"I don't know." she answered with a sniffle. "Only four of us out there, I'm not sure where the others ended up."

"So you came here to be safe." he said.

"Yes, hoping we might find some place that they wouldn't lock us away." she nodded.

"And you singled me out for what reason?" he asked.

"I don't know." Faith answered truthfully. "I honestly don't. I heard a few people talk about Torchwood before, about all you did, the things you had access to." she shrugged. "I thought one of you might be more, I don't know, willing to try to understand. Maybe that you'd be able to help." she looked up and smiled. "And you were by far the best of them at Torchwood."

"If you want any help, you need to stop trying to get me to seek any sort of revenge, Faith." Ianto informed her.

"You'll help me?" she asked.

"If you promise, I'll see what I can do." he answered.

"Ianto, thank you!" Faith said as she threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!" she said as she kissed his cheek.

"That's enough." Ianto said as he pushed her back an arm's length.

"Right." Faith said. "A few people have looked at you a bit funny already. Now you look as though you're hugging yourself." she laughed.

"That's something you're gonna have to do." he said. "Let other people see you."

"But I don't want to." she said. "I like to have a select few be able to see me." she smiled. "Doesn't it make you feel special to know that you're one of the chosen few?"

"Not really since it makes me look as though I'm a raving lunatic." he answered. "They're going to either think I'm mental or a drunk."

"Or both." Faith said happily. "You humans have so many interesting combinations." she marveled.

"You find drunks and mental people that amazing?" Ianto asked.

"Yes." she answered simply.

"Well you'll be glad to know you fall into one of those two categories." he said as he started to head out of the alley. "Can others see you?" he asked before they hit the sidewalks again.

"Yes, Mr.Boring they can." she answered, ignoring the fact he'd just as good as called her mental. "Take away all my fun, why don't you."

"Seriously the men in white coats exsist." he argued. "And those oversized butterfly nets..."

"Really?" Faith asked. "Perhaps I should disappear again and see if they'll come." she smiled. "That would be a sight. Could you do a madman's laugh as they drag you away in the nets?" She then demonstrated the type of laugh she was thinking of.

"Just keep talking and laughing like that and you can see them first hand." Ianto said as he smiled to a few onlookers.

"Interesting idea..." Faith said as she began to laugh and then sing a little.

"Stop." Ianto hissed as he put a hand over her mouth.

"Don't do that, I don't know where your hands have been." Faith complained as she swatted his hand away.

"Keep it up, they'll be around your bloody neck." he threatened, gaining a laugh from Faith. "Remember, alien girl, I hold your fate in my hands."

"I'll be good." Faith promised as she stopped laughing fast.

Notes: I'm still debating on which way to take Faith. Good or bad? If anyone has any thoughts, feel free to share! Thanks.