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Author's note: Sorry for the delay in updating this story. I meant to post this chapter two to three weeks ago. Have had some technical problems. Because of the delay I'll be posting chapter five today too. Everyone who is following this story; sorry.

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Chapter 4. Rendezvous

Faith looked dumbfounded as her sister slayer stood where the bright light had just a moment ago blinded them all. Buffy had her scythe held up and her head kept turning around. Next to Buffy stood very nervous Andrew, who unlike her seemed very aware of all the strangers with weapons pointing at them. Finally Buffy's wild eyes trained on Faith.

"Faith!" she said loudly. "Where's that cash-cracker, I need to slay something asap."

"A cash-what?" Faith said crossing her arms over her chest. Not the first time B said something that went way over her head, or everyone else's. "B, you're not making a whole lot a sense now."

"S-she means the Karschmer-demon," Andrew stuttered raising his hand as if in school. He was holding a heavy backpack close to his chest, and was very slowly moving to take cover behind Buffy.

"Yes the demon! Where's the demon!" Buffy went looking very impatient, almost twitchy. 'Damn,' Faith thought. 'Didn't know B was that needy.'

"Well too bad, demons already good and gone. Well, not good, but definitely very gone," Faith told her casually. Buffy's mood started to take on worse, when she finally noticed (or probably more like bothered to pay heed to) other people around her. "Friends of yours?" she asked from Faith who just shrugged her shoulders. Faith watched as Buffy took notice of Boromir lying on the ground, and then she started forward.

"He's hurt," she said as she went closer, not minding Aragorn towering over her. Buffy knelt down, and started checking how the man was doing. She wasn't medic, but years of causing and taking injuries had left some first aid skill to her.

"Get away from him lady, or I'll show you what a Dwarven steel can do," Gimli threatened shaking his axe. "Woah chill man," Faith chuckled as she stepped in his way. Legolas had lowered his bow, but both he and Aragorn were still wary. Buffy kept her eyes on the arrow on Boromir's chest wound, all earlier irritation and dramatic actions gone.

"I'm not a doctor, but I'd say you were very lucky. Whoever shot this missed your heart," Buffy told Boromir.

"You-" Boromir managed to say. "You came here the same way as-as lady Faith. Through the light."

"Yes."

"Who are you?" he asked and searched for Faith. Faith came closer, but stood silent. That question had been asked from them before, and it was never to know their names. Boromirs face showed awe, and he might as well have asked 'what were they'.

"We're just girls," Buffy told him with a small smile, that Faith knew well. Then Buffy turned to Aragorn. "You in charge here?"

Aragorn who had been looking at the brief exchange, let his eyes wander through what was left of fellowship. He nodded.

"I have clean bandages and disinfectant with me, but I'm not much good otherwise. Anyone in your group can patch him up?" she asked him. Aragorn didn't know what disinfectant was, but he understood where Buffy was going at.

"Aragorn is a skilled healer," Legolas told from further away where he was standing. Still looking over everything. Buffy turned to look at the dark haired man next to her, coming to conclusion that he must be Aragorn. Answering to Buffy's stare he told her:"I can remove the arrow, and ease his pains and hasten his healing with athelas. We have a camp not far from here, and that's where we must take him first."

Buffy smacked her hands together. "Then let's get going people." Faith watched amused as everyone remained stone faced, and didn't move a muscle.

As nothing happened at her queue, Buffy sighed. "Look, I know all of you are probably very suspicious of us. Who wouldn't. I mean to you it must look like we appeared from thin air. Which we kinda did. But I promise that we're not up to anything bad. Well, unless you give us reason to," she added.

"Shouldn't we just get this dude to your camp?" Faith jumped in. She was getting tired of watching everyone else focus to stuff that didn't seem that important to her. Although she had to admit maybe it was important after all, but come on they had a dude with an arrow thumping to the beat of his heart. "I mean he's pretty much bleeding out here."

"Yes! Let's gossip later. We'll explain everything at the camp," Buffy said. When no one answered she raised her hands. "And we come in peace?"

Aragorn looked grim, but as he felt Boromir tug his boot strengthlessly, he knew he'd have to comply.

"It is all right. Lady Faith, she saved my life," he said. Aragorn nodded. "Legolas help me carry Boromir to camp," then he gave Buffy and Faith stern look. "I will take your word, that you will not cause harm. However we will see whether you can have our trust. After we have heard your stories."

"Gotcha chief," Faith said, but at Aragorns puzzled look Buffy cleared it to him. "We're fine with that."

As Aragorn and Legolas carefully started to lift Boromir from the ground, Gimli came to stand next Buffy and Faith. "You ladies try anything funny and-"

"You'll show us what Dwarven steel can do?" Faith winked at him. Gimli huffed to his beard, but as they headed towards the camp he never trailed far from the women. As they were leaving the site of gore and mayhem, Buffy abruptly turned back.

"Andrew! Come on we're going."

Andrew who was still trying to stay as unnoticed as possible, gulped, and started to zig-zag through dead bodies. It was now that he started to question his decision earlier that day to join Buffy and Faiths demon hunt.