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Chapter 7: Touched

This was ridiculous. Faith surveyed the living room. Everyone was sitting here, talking over everyone else. How the hell would she be able to lead them? Half the time she couldn't take care of herself, not mention a group of teenage girls. And if it came to battle, she had no one. Buffy left, Spike was on some kind of a mission, and she could bet, won't be happy once he'll find out what happened. Most likely he'll take off to find Buffy. To top of this, Connor went completely AWOL. Girls weren't ready to fight, Xander was in no shape to and Giles just wasn't the type. So she was left with Robin. He seemed a fighting type. Faith wondered if he could hold his own.

''Power to the people? You sound like a child of the seventies.'' Giles muttered. Yeah, as if.

''What we're saying is we're in charge in charge of ourselves.'' Kennedy cleared. Uh-huh. Wonder where it'll get 'em.

''OK, you guys, let's just try not to freak out.'' Faith tried to manage the situation. If she couldn't make them listen to her, she was no good.

''All I'm saying is now that Buffy's not here, we finally have some say in how and when we lose our necks.''

That was harsh.

''Maybe you don't have to be so blunt about..'' Robin gestured a cutting motion ''the losing of the necks bit.''

''No, let the girl speak the truth. We're all on death's door repeatedly ringing the doorbell like maniacal girl scouts trying to make quota.'' Anya said emphatically.

''You know, I'm thinking that everyone here shouldn't have a say.'' Xander shifted in his seat. Damn right. It's gonna be a long, boring night. Faith just hoped she could live through it.


Connor was still in denial state. Sometimes, like now, he just wanted to stop. Stop fighting. Rest. God, he wanted to rest so badly. But he couldn't. Not yet. He could believe Wes and kill Angel. He could go to the house and see if it was true. Or he could stay away. Away from vampires, demons, everything. Have a normal life he always wanted. No, it wouldn't work. Not by a long shot. Then something came to his mind.

If Wes was really an emmisarry from The Powers, then why would he tell him to go to Los Angeles? Apparently Angel was here. So that would've been a waste of time. He tried to remember Caleb's words. Connor remembered something else. He didn't smell Angel there. There was no his scent. It was clear to him now. He stopped, sensing something. Something odd in the air. Other familiar scent. Buffy's.

Lights went out.


''All right. So, what do we know?'' Faith asked.

''Well, we know we're basically the last humans left in Sunnydale.'' Yeah, way to go X.

''And that all the evil in town wants us dead.''

''I don't want to die.'' Vi said.

''Don't worry. It's far more likely you'll live long enough to watch most of your friends die first.'' Anya looked at her ''And then you'll die.''

''We also know that Caleb told Buffy that everything's going down at the seal. I think we should head..'' Kennedy suggested.

''Let's not get ahead of ourselves. So, we know we've got a lot of enemies. We'll start there.'' Faith cut her off. Right, a lot of enemies, no allies. This is gonna be hard.

''Faith, I'm sorry..''

''I got this, Ok? So let's go over our rogues' gallery. Who exactly do we have here?''

''Well, there's the First, who we can't touch.'' Dawn informed.

''Then there's our friend the reverend I-hate-women.'' Xander helped.

''Who's basically untouchable.'' Anya noticed.

''There's the 'roid-rage vamps, who are pretty much the worst. And the...''

''Bringers...I think they're our weakest link.'' Well, gotta start somewhere, right?


Why the fuck Buffy would be staying here?

Connor surveyed the house. Normal, average looking house. So why she wasn't at home? He slowly went in, only to find Buffy on the sofa, watching TV. She looked bored and.. sad?

''Hey.''

''Connor? What are you doing here?'' she asked alarmed.

''Picked up your scent, followed. Question is, what are you doing here?'' he asked, fearing the answer.

''They kicked me out.'' she said quietly.

''What do you mean they kicked you out?'' he asked slowly.

''I mean that they kicked me out. I offered something, they disagree'd. I wouldn't let it go, so they made me let it go. Go back there, they probably need you.'' Buffy looked at him.

''Who?'' he closed his eyes.

''Who?''

''Who kicked you out? Who's in charge?'' he leaned against the wall.

''Well, all of them. I left Faith in charge, though.'' she shrugged.

So it's happening. Wes was right. But still, now the rest of his words made no sense to Connor.

''Do you believe that Powers would help us?'' he asked.

''Personally? Not so much. Never helped me in the past, sure they won't now. Why?'' slayer folded her arms across her chest.

''I...I think Faith's playing for the enemy.'' he rushed out.

''Why would you think that?'' she sat up straighter.

''I've been having these...these visits. From Wesley.''

''...Wesley's dead.'' Buffy noticed.

''Yeah.''

''Oh.'' she looked at him intensely, making Connor a little uncomfortable. ''What did he say to you?''

''That he's from The Powers. They sent him here. That Angel's evil. That I have to kill him. He told me also that Faith working with him.'' he took a deep breath

''Woah, slow down. Explain everything to me, slowly.''

''Okay, I want you to listen to me.'' Buffy said.

He told her all of his encounters with Wesley. How hopeless he felt, how powerless. There was nothing he could do.

''Did you actually touched Angel?''

What kind of question that was? He thought.

''No, I don't think so. Threw a stake at him, but Caleb caught it. Angel stayed out of a fight.''

Buffy nodded. ''I think it was The First.''

Huh? Connor looked at the blonde. ''Huh?''

''You see, First have this power to manifest itself as any dead person it wants. But he can't be touched. He's not corporeal.'' she yawned, it was stronger from her.

Connor went to the window, staring through. ''Why me?''

''I don't know.''

But deep inside she knew and so did he. He was weak. Insecure, perfect for First to play it's games on. Full of bad feelings towards his father, a vampire who could mess up it's plans. Considering that it tried to convince him to kill Angel so badly, he would. Connor wanted to laugh. From joy that it turned out to be untrue, or from sadness. He didn't even know why he was sad, he shouldn't be, right? Angel wasn't evil, thats good.

''Connor? Hey, Connor!'' Buffy shouted. He slowly turned his head to look at her. ''You spaced kinda spaced out there.'' After a beat she added. ''I think you should go home. They must be worried sick about you.''

Home. Buffy's home.

''What about you?'' he asked.

''I'll be fine. Go, don't make them wait. If anything's wrong, you know where I am. Besides, Faith needs you more than I.'' she stretched.

Faith. Few hours ago he was almost ready to fight her. Now he wanted nothing more than to see her. Connor knew that she would probably wave him off, but it didn't mattered to him.

''Okay, I gotta go. And believe me, I won't let anything happen to any of them.'' he took few steps towards the door.

''Just go already.'' she smiled lightly.

Connor left.


Okay, they captured the Bringer. They tried to make it talk. No way.

''Uh, the Bringer's dumb.'' Giles put his glasses.

''You were expecting, what, a Rhodes Scholar?'' Anya asked.

Well, would be nice.

''Dumb as in mute.''

''Someone ripped out its tongue.'' Faith added.

''Hey...I've been reading this old Turkish spell book. There's an old conjuration that the ancient Turks used to communicate with the dying.'' Dawn informed them.

''Oh, yeah. I think I've read a translation of it.'' Willow nodded.

''There's a translation of it?'' Dawn sighed. ''I'm over it. Um, so the spell is used to communicate with people who can't talk. Um, like if a person was dying, this spell would let them say their good-byes or, you know, gripe about how nobody came to visit them. Would this help us with Mr. No-Tongue?'' she asked.

''Yeah, I think so. I just need to get together a few ingredients.''

Good, seems like something is finally going well.

''All right. Well, cool. While Willow does that, the rest of us can...'' she stopped. ''We're back!'' Andrew's voice shot out.

Oh, fuck! Not now.

Spike walked in. ''Spike.'' Giles looked at him.

''Hey.''

Andrew walked behind him and put his helmet on a shelf. ''Hi, everybody. I missed you guys a lot. Sorry it took so long to get back from our mission-mission, but we had to wait out the sun. Well, I think our mission went very well. We, uh, we rode on Spike's hog, which was very cool, and, uh... uh, played some amusing games, and...oh! We got some new information. You know what? I really need to urinate.'' he left.

As irritating as he was, kid was kinda amusing, really. How the hell someone in this town could turn out to be like this, Faith had no idea.

''He's a breath of fresh air, isn't he? Thank god I don't breathe. So, I think we got a lead. Where's Buffy?'' Spike looked around.

''Um.. she's not here right now.'' Dawn looked away.

''When's she get back?'' Yeah, ask the easiest questions, why don't ya?

Willow nervously walked to him. ''Uh...while you were gone, we all got together and t-talked out some disagreements that we were having. Um... and eventually, after much discussion, Buffy decided that it would be best for all of us if she took a little time off, a little breather.''

Spike stared in disbelief. It would be funny, if it wouldn't be so damn serious.

''Uh-huh. I see. Been practicing that little speech long, have you?'' Willow walked away, hurt. ''So, uh, Buffy took some time off right in the middle of the apocalypse, and it was her decision?'' he continued.

''Well, we all decided.'' Xander said.

''Oh, yeah. You all decided.'' he chuckled. ''You sad, sad, ungrateful traitors. Who do you think you are?'' he shook his head.

''We're her friends. We just want...'' Willow tried to interfere.

''Oh, that's ballsy of you. You're her friends, and you betray her like this?''

Faith didn't like it. Soon, it would develop into something not so nice. She kinda liked the vampire, so the idea of fighting him didn't sound so appealing.

''You don't understand..'' Giles spoke up.

''You know, I think I do... Rupert. You used to be the big man, didn't you? The teacher all full of wisdom. Now she's surpassed you, and you can't handle it. She has saved your lives again and again.'' Faith rolled her eyes. ''She's died for you. And this is how you thank..''

That's it.

''Hey. Why don't you take it down a notch or two? The time for speech-giving is over, bat boy.'' old Faith coming back.

Spike crossed his arms. ''Oh, is that right?''

''Yeah, that's right. Save your lack of breath.''

He shrugged. ''All right'' With that Faith received one across her jaw.

''You're pretty sweet on her, aren't you?'' she kicked him in the face. ''I think it's cute'' Spike punched her, she punched him back. ''They way she's got you whipped.'' Faith kicked him into the other room, he landed on the table and slided to the floor.

''Enough!'' She could her Giles screaming, but now she was too worked up. No way she was gonna stop.

Faith followed Spike into dining room and punched him in the face repeatedly. Finally he kicked her off of him and leaped to his feet.

''Finally got what you wanted, didn't you?'' He kicked her, got one in the ribs as a reward. ''Where is she?''

''I don't know.'' Faith grunted.

Spike rolled Faith over his back and flinged her into the wall. She got to her feet, as did Spike. Before any of them could do anything, a fist shot out from nowhere and Spike found himself on the floor, probably with a broken nose. He looked up to find Connor standing over him. He got up and walked out the front doors.

Connor looked around. Almost everybody's been staring at this fight. He turned to Faith. She looked at his forehead. Yup, still a big bruise from Caleb.

''What the hell you're lookin' at?'' she snapped at them. They immediately returned to their previous activities.

She walked over to him. ''What happened?'' she asked, pointing at the bruise.

''Caleb.''

Before he could blink, Faith's right hook connected with his face, sending Connor stumbling back.

''What the hell was that for?'' he touched his cheek.

''For runnin' away. What were you thinking?'' she hissed.

''I don't know. I was pissed.'' he still rubbed his jaw.

Faith noticed that. ''Does it hurt?'' her tone became softer.

''What do you think?'' he looked at her.

''Then how 'bout...'' she stalked to him. ''...I'll kiss it...'' she did exactly that. ''...and make it better?'' Their faces were inches apart. ''You think you up for it?'' she whispered, seductively. Connor vigorously nodded his head. Hell, he was a teenager and a girl like Faith... Woman actually, Connor realized. At least she was younger than Cordelia, he was making progress, wasn't he? His back hit the wall, good thing too, 'cuz few seconds more and his knees would give up. And that was only kissing. Soft and gentle, yet he could feel the beast inside, waiting to act. All of his thoughts stopped when Faith picked up his hand and placed on her breast.

Seriously, it was good that this wall was behind him. He let his hands roam free, memorizing every part of her body he could currently find.

''Ahem, Faith? Giles said he needs you.'' a voice from doors spoke out.

They turned to it and saw Robin Wood watching them hesitantly.

''Fuck!'' she swore under her breath, a little flushed. ''Where's he?'' she asked, stepping away from Connor and fixing her hair a little.

''Buffy's room, I think.'' he replied. Faith sighed and marched upstairs, leaving Connor and Robin in an uncomfortable silence.


Spike knocked at the door. He was sure that Buffy was here. But when he got no response he frowned and stepped in. He found her laying on the bed.

''There you are. Do you realize I could just walk in here, no invite needed? This town really is theirs now, isn't it?'' he walked to her. ''I heard. I was over there. That bitch.'' Spike sighed. It was kind of a surprise for him. He thought better of the brunette. ''She's all about smiles and reformation when you're on your feet, but the moment you're down, she's all about the kicking, isn't that right? Makes me want...''

''It wasn't just Faith. It was all of them.'' Buffy said softly and turned to Spike. ''What the hell happened to you?'' she asked taking in his still quite bloody face.

''Oh, that? Well me an' brunette had a little disagreement.'' he shrugged.

''Faith beat you up?'' Buffy smirked.

''No, I had her.'' he said confidently. ''But then again I guess our wonder boy didn't like me smacking his girl 'round.''

''Then Connor's back home?'' she asked.

''Yeah. But whatever. I came here 'cause I got something to tell you. You were right. Caleb is trying to protect something from you. And I think you were spot on all the way. I think it's at the vineyard. So? You were right.'' when she didn't react he asked. ''Buffy?''

''I don't feel very right.'' she whispered.

Spike walked closer to her.

''You're not fooling me.''

''What do you even mean?'' she looked at him, curious.

''Well, you're not a quitter.'' he stated. No, she wasn't. This was not the Buffy Summers he knew.

''Watch me.''

''You were their leader, and you still are. This isn't something you gave up, it's something they took.'' he tried to catch her attention.

''And the difference is?'' she asked.

''We can take it back.''


''Sewer tunnel on the north side's closest, so guess we'll start there.'' Faith said.

Giles asked her to come so thy could make some plans. Not that she minded, she was in charge now, but couldn't he do it himself? She was really horny right now. After all since prison she had no release, not really. Now with all the fighting and everything she was feeling it stronger. Knowing that Connor was downstairs and ready to push their so-called relationship further, didn't help either.

''Sounds fine. What time shall I tell everyone?'' Giles asked.

''How about around 7:00?'' Would this be enough time to.. ''7:00 sharp. So, tomorrow we fight.''

''Tomorrow. Good night, Faith.'' he got up to leave. ''Faith.''

She turned to him. ''Yeah?''

''You're doing just fine.'' he walked out.

Faith looked at the bed. This was Buffy's room, but this bed really seemed appealing. She had to test it really, really soon. She started to walk to it, but then Faith sensed a presence. Familiar one. She looked up to see Richard Wilkins III, the mayor of Sunnydale. Her...what? Father? Guardian? She didn't know anymore.

''I'd say better than fine. I'd say you're doing a bang-up job.'' he said with his cheerfull voice.

''Get out''

He laughed. ''Well, gosh. I think, you know, a "hello" or a "nice to see you" might be a little more welcome. It's the end of humanity, Faith.'' he shook his head. ''Not the end of courtesy.''

Why the fuck he had to appear now?

''You're wasting your time. I know who you are, what you are.'' she hoped she sounded strong.

''Yeah, yeah. Nobody's explained to you how this works, have they?'' he paced. ''You see... I am part of the First, as you kids call it, but I'm also me, Richard Wilkins III, late mayor and founder of Sunnydale. Here. I'll prove it to you. Ask me a question only I know the answer to. Something like...'' the First laughed. ''Where did I hide the moon pies in my office? Or... who was my favorite character in little women? Meg. I know. I know. Most people guess Beth, but Meg, she's such a proper young lady. Remember when Jo burned her hair?''

She did.

''I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work'' Faith walked away from him. ''But feel free to keep talking, 'cause, hell, I could listen to you yap all night.''

''Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Language! You're a leader now. You keep throwing the "h-e-double hockey sticks" around, pretty soon, the girls are going to pick up on it. Then what?'' he looked around.

Faith nodded. ''You let me worry about the girls.''

''Of course. Of course. You're doing a great job with them, by the way. Much better than Buffy ever did. You were smart to kick her out.'' he smiled.

''That's not what we..'' Faith shook her head. Mayor gave her a disbelieving eyebrow. ''Buffy got them this far.''

''Why are you protecting her? You think she cares about you? She nearly killed you, Faith.'' he said forcefully, yet soft.

''It's different now.''

He walked up to her. ''No matter what you do, Buffy will always see you as a killer, not as a person. And now you have what she so desperately wants: the respect of these girls. All she needs is an excuse, and she'll finish what she started when she stuck that knife in your belly. You stay on guard, Faith. Buffy's dangerous. If you're not careful, she'll destroy you.'' Then he shrugged. ''I'm just saying.''


Connor leaned back against the table. Wood was near the door frame, switching between looking at him and the floor. Connor started to fold his arms across his chest but thought better of it. He sighed. Why the hell Faith left him alone? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it instead. Robin coughed.

''So, uhm, I couldn't help but notice, you and Faith have some thing going on, right?''

Connor looked at him. What was his problem?

''Yeah.''

More silence.

''Why?'' he asked.

''Nothing. Just wondering.'' he replied.

''About?''

''Nevermind.'' they saw Giles going to the kitchen. ''Okay, I'll go, check on Faith. Talk about the weapons.'' Robin took few steps back.

Something about him set Connor off. Uh-huh. No way. ''I'll do it. I'm sure you have to go back to your house.''

He smiled politely. When Connor reached the stairs he stopped. ''You're the one who tried to kill Spike, aren't you?'' he called to Robin.

He snorted. ''So?''

''You're lucky you didn't.''

''And why is that?'' he asked irritated.

''Because then I would've killed you.''

Robin cocked his head. Connor walked couple steps up. ''Thought you should know.''


''Deep down, you always wanted Buffy to accept you, to love you even. Why do you think that is?'' First asked.

''You a shrink now?'' Why couldn't he just shut up? She was starting to lose patience.

''You keep looking for love and acceptance from these people, these friends of yours, but you're never gonna find it. The truth is, nobody will ever love you. Not the way I love you.'' he was pacing.

Faith opened her mouth to speak, but another voice beat her to it. ''She already found it.''

She looked up to see Connor walking in to the room. She was so fucking glad to see him. Then she frowned.

''Wait, you can see him?'' Faith pointed towards Mayor. Somewhere in the back of her mind a question appeared: Did he just said he loved me? She ignored it.

''Hello Connor.'' First addressed him and turned back to Faith. ''They'll forever see you as a killer.''

''Not a problem. If that's what you came for you can go.'' they turned to Connor, Faith not quite understanding. Seeing this he shrugged. ''What? Doesn't matter to me. I mean, hey! Killer here too.''

The First looked between them and disappeared.

Connor took few small steps towards her. ''How you're feeling?'' he asked softly. Faith didn't respond, she was too occupied taking it all in, letting it sink. He just told her that he loved her. She should be freaking out, but surprisingly she was calm. She looked him in the eye. ''Hey, you know that he was lying. It's not true.'' he slowly took her hand in his. Why was she not freaking out? Was it because she already admitted to herself that she loved him back, or just because she was really horny right now? All this time, without a good release. Connor could handle himself in a battle, Faith was just dying to find out how he could work this body in other ways.

''Did you just told me you love me?'' she whispered.

''What if I did?'' he whispered back, leaning towards her.

''Good.'' she licked her lips and closed the distance between them. At first it was slow and gentle, but as the time passed it turned to passionate, aggressive. She felt something hard poke her in the hip. Grinning, Faith took a couple steps back to the bed taking her shirt off, Connor following close behind. They fell to the bed.


Anya stared at the ceiling, taking a bite off her ice cream. ''They could show a little respect, you know.''

She and Xander were sitting in the kitchen, forced to hear what was going on upstairs. And from the looks of it, there was some serious activity up there.

''Hm.'' Xander took the spoon from Anya.

''I mean, they should at least acknowledge the fact that some people might not want to listen to an a capella concert of people, you know,'' she stole the spoon back and took a bite. ''moaning and groaning.'' she finished just in time for them to her something heavy falling to the floor. They looked up.

''Disgusting is what it is.'' she commented.

Suddenly a very loud voice, yelling something among the lines of „HOLY FUCK!" spread through the house. All this time they could hear a rhythmical thumping. Anya scrunched her face. ''How long they can do that?'' she asked curiously.

Xander was saved from answering to that question because Vi walked in. ''What the fuck is going on? First we're kicked from Willow's room and now it sounds like we're attacked.'' she looked at them expectantly.

He took a deep breath. ''It's nothing, just um, Faith and Connor are getting to know eachother a little better.''

''Oh.'' Vi blushed and leaved.

''Little jealous, huh?'' he asked Anya.

She looked at him, taking next bite. ''Of course I am. I'm a lot jealous. I mean, if we're done having sex, then... I think other people should just knock it off.'' she stated.


Faith slowly awoke. Light was peering through the window, right on her face. Rising sun. She scrunched her face and decided to go back to sleep. But then she noticed a a warm feeling, all around her. A warm body, right next to her, or actually, under her. What the fuck? She didn't do sleepovers. Faith risked opening an one eye. „Hey, I know him!" Flew right through her mind. Connor. What the.. Oh. Yesterday's events came flooding back to her. Fuck, probably half the house heard them. But it was worth it. Definitely. Shit, what time was it? They had a gather at 7:00... She looked at the clock. 6:38. Fuck, why nobody woke them up? Probably no one wanted to come here. Faith raised her head and shook Connor awake. He stirred and grunted something, but remained asleep. She got up on her elbows and smacked him in the head. Without warning he shot up from the bed and stood in defensive position, scanning the territory.

Faith eyed him.

''What?'' he asked defensively. She smirked and stood up. ''Come on, we got a meeting in 20 minutes. Hurry up, still gotta take shower.''

Connor looked at her doubtfully. ''I don't think we'll manage to shower. Well, only if you're planning on taking them for 10 seconds each.''

''No way, girl's gotta fresh up before action.'' Faith turned on her heel near the doors. ''You comin'?''

How could he not?

In the end they were 10 minutes late.

They ignored stares that were send in their way. Connor casually went to pick up a broadsword. Axe's? Not his thing. Sure, he could use them, but he preferred swords. It's like a having his arm longer. One swift movement and some fucker ends up dead. Somewhere in the background he heard Andrew, but didn't pay attention. His mind drifted off to the previous night. If one day ago someone would tell him that everything would play off this way, Connor would laugh at them. Maybe not laugh, considering the state he was then, but definitely wouldn't believe. He still couldn't believe it now and it happened.

''We're just making sure she's OK. Those of you who are coming with me to the arsenal, you know who you are. Everybody ready? Let's do this thing.'' Faith walked to the doors, selected potentials behind her. She realized someone was missing. She spotted Connor near the doors, he clearly in another land.

''Yo, you comin' or what?'' she called to him. Connor shook his head a little and smiled.

''Always.'' he joined her and all of them left the house.

In no time they reached their destiny. Faith led the way, Connor beside her, rest of potentials following. Faith flashed at stock of weapons, gas canisters and God know's what else.

''Everybody stop. I think we just found it.'' she announced.

''Look at all this.'' Kennedy walked to them.

Vi picked up a sword from the pile. ''I don't get it. Why'd they abandon all this stuff?''

Just then a Bringer thought it would be the best time to show himself. He should've known better, 'cause the second he landed in front of them, Connor swung his sword and Bringers head floated through the air.

''Maybe 'cause they didn't.'' Faith said.

Everyone got into fighting stance as more Bringer came from nowhere. Connor managed to raise his sword, before he was tackled to the ground. He was lucky, because the second he went down, an arrow pierced right through the spot where his head's been. He kicked the Bringer off him and was about to shout his complaints when reality hit him. Even with his advantages, he could barely recognize who was who. He didn't have time for any more thoughts. He punched one Bringer, kicked another and sliced the third one. A fourth one sneaked behind him and raised his hand. That's all he managed to do before he fell to the floor, dead. Hearing this, Connor immediately turned around to face Faith. ''Take care, kid.''

He didn't have time to answer, she was back in fight. Some rage filled scream was heard through the tunnels. Seriously, what the fuck? They were supposed to kill Bringer's, not make them go deaf. Well, as long as job's done. Connor headbutted one Bringer and tried to stab him, but another one caught his arm and sliced him across the face, leaving a long gash on his left cheek. Son of a bich! Bringer flew through the air, crashing into the wall and didn't stand up. Then he severed the one on his knees.

He looked around for more opponent's but none came out. Huh.

''Is that it? I mean, not that it wasn't fun, but..'' he heard Vi's voice.

He walked to them.

''Yo, Faith. Check this out.'' Kennedy flashed at something in the corner. Faith looked at him and went to investigate. Doorway. Leading down. She walked down the stairs, everybody following. Once there, Faith took a flashlight from one of the potentials. They walked slowly over a plank laid across a small waterway. Something caught her attention. A box. Padlocked shut. She nudged Connor in the ribs and nodded towards it. They looked at eachother and step after step made their way over. Faith kicked it open and bent down to open the box. When she did, Connor took a deep breath. C4. With a time detonator, that currently read 00.08. They were so fucked up. Faith jumped back and screamed to the others.

''Everybody get down!''

They were to close to runaway from the blast successfully. So they tried to make it to the water. Connor was first, Faith hot on his heels.

The bomb exploded.