A/N: Alas, I left y'all with a cliffie (well several if you've read all my stories). I was very crazy last night. I was a writing fiend. SO. Faith was left choking Giles and Charity was left falling to the ground finding out that her birth mother was dead. Why couldn't they remember each other, you say? Oh, silly reader, I'm going to tell you (god, now I'm channeling 'storyteller Andrew') Anywho, okay. I need to explain ages. Faith, I'm saying is like a year younger than Buffy who's 23 (it's canon if you saw 'The Gift') Charity's roughly eight years younger, so she's going on fifteen, and Hope is roughly four years younger. Setting: post chosen & OotP We also get to find out who's the daddy. Now, Faith is in England, so they really aren't that far away from each other. And who loved my explanation of 'five by five'? I thought it was clever. Story time!

Chapter Three

Giles was trying desperately to breathe. Buffy had raced to his side, and tried to pry Faith's fingers from his shirt. She finally gave up and torn the collar apart. She whipped around to face Faith.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Tell me what they did to my sisters!" Faith demanded, glaring at Giles.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but Giles -"

"I know where they are." He said softly.

"What?" Buffy turned to face them.

"I know where your sisters are, Faith."

* * * * *

Charity wiped numbly at the tears marring her face. Her mother was dead. She could remember Love Harper clearer with every second. She'd been a vibrant, kind, loving mother. Hot, bitter tears streamed down quicker now.

"How can she just be dead?" She sobbed, lost to the world.

"Charity?" Oliver asked, shocked to see her sobbing so. "Mum, Da, come quick. Charity, talk to me love."

"How can she just be dead?"

"Who?"

"My mother!"

"She remembers, Nicky." Anna Wood said, as she went to hug her daughter.

* * * * *

Faith pushed herself up. Buffy sat down next to her, to keep her from killing Giles and doing anything to hurt the baby she was carrying. Giles tried to explain. Tried, be the word of how badly he failed.

"Love Harper -"
"Wait, your mom's name was Love?" Buffy squeaked.

"May I finish?"

"Squash it, B." Faith spoke at the same time.

"Sorry."

"Love Harper, your mother, was informed before your birth that you would be a potential slayer. She and her husband -"
"Her what?"

"Your father, her husband."

"Mom never married -"
"She was married. Until her death, she was married to your father."

"All those memories -"

"Were built up to protect you and your sisters."

"Charity and Hope."
"Now that's just screwed up." Buffy commented.

"And Buffy is a name for the ages?"

"Shutting up now."

"As I was saying, your parents decided it was best for you to not remember certain aspects of your life -"

"Like the fact that my mother wasn't a tramp who needed a man in her life to make her feel complete is all that much better?"

"Erm, well, this happened long before I -"

"Wait, so, her father is still out there?"

"Well - "

* * * * *

Charity looked at the paper before her. Her and Hope's adoption papers. She scanned her birth certificate. But something caught her eye. They widened in recognition.

"He's my father!"

A/N: Evil mini chapter. I'm evil I know. So who is their father . . .? Stay tuned to find out who's their father, see the meeting of the sisters and more about the baby!