A/N: And you didn't even have to wait months for this update. Still took a while, but... whatever.

PERSONAL REVELATIONS

FLASHBACK

Spike sighed. He really didn't want to do this again, but his best friend was in trouble, so he had no choice. Opening the door, he is greeted with darkness, just like he had been every other time he came. Walking to the bed, he looks down at the still figure.

"You have to get up sometime."

"Go away, Spike."

"It's Tuesday and you've been lying on this bed since Sunday morning." He is met with silence. "Have you at least eaten and showered today?"

"Cordelia came by earlier." It's the same everyday. Being soft and passive was not getting them anywhere, so he decided to be a little more forceful.

"She shouldn't have to, Faith, and neither should I."

"No one's making you."

"That's funny, 'cause last time I checked, when you love someone, and they suddenly start acting weird, and won't tell you anything, you should start worrying. For goodness sake, Faith, the only time you eat, shower or even get out of that damn bed is when me or Cordelia make you. Just tell me what's wrong, so I can help." Faith continues to stare at the wall and he thinks he won't get answer. After several minutes she whispers something so softly that he isn't able to understand.

"Say that again?"

"Am I him?"
"Who?"
"Daniel."
"Daniel?" He asked confused before he realizes who it is. "The guy from the party. Why would you ever ask that?"
"I'm just like him, aren't I?" She continues before he can say anything. "We're the exact same."

He walks over to the bed, grabs her by the shoulders and forcibly sits her up.

"You are nothing like him. Do you understand me?" She shakes her head.

"We do the exact same thing; he forces them and so do I, but for me it's worst. I make them honestly think they want it."

"You have never forced anybody to do a damn thing they didn't already want to do."

"But I have, Spike. And Buffy knew. She was smart enough to stay away from me."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, that's so."

"Well, from what I hear, she's been calling everyday since the party to check on you."

"What?"

"If you answered your phone you would know that." Faith looks up and stares at him.

END FLASHBACK

3 MONTHS LATER

Grabbing the nearest table, Lindsey, Spike, Cordelia and Buffy sit.

"Nothing like the smell of a high school cafeteria to make you want to vomit."

"Thank you, Lindsey, but we don't need you to say what we already know; it makes it just that much harder to ignore. So, thank you." Sarcasm dripping from Cordelia.

"No, problem. So, what's the special of the day?"

"Mystery Meat Surprise." Spike answers with a grimace.

"Which, of course means take-out for us." Cordelia concludes. "Who's gonna go get it?"

"I take 'thank you's in all forms, including but not limited to personal favors." Faith says as she sits between Cordelia and Buffy, placing a large bag and a tray of drinks in the middle of the table.

"You are a god, Fai." Cordelia kisses her cheek.

"My very own caterer. I'm seeing the benefits of being around you guys."

"See, Buffy, I told you I wasn't so bad." Faith puts her hand on her chest, looking as if her feeling are hurt. Which only causes Buffy to roll her eyes.

"If you say so."

"I do."
"Yeah, can we get to the 'passing out the food' part? I'm starving over here." Spike complains.

"Relax, man. It's a great day!" Faith advises as she hands the food out.

"You sound way too cheery. Why are you so happy?" Spike narrows his eyes at her, grabbing to offered food.

"Why would I be anything but? I'm sitting between the two most beautiful girls in the school." Smiling, Faith leans back putting her arms around Buffy and Cordelia. "Plus, I just got my baby fine-tuned." As if on cue Cordelia, Spike and Lindsey groan out complaints.

"Oh, man."
"Here we go...again."

"Kill me, now."

"What?" Faith asks with a look of innocence on her face.

Confused, Buffy asks what's the big deal.

"She's talking about a car." Lindsey informs her.

"A car! My baby is not just a car. It's a classic; American history!" Lindsey throws Buffy a pointed look. Ignoring it, she continues to ask questions.

"What type of car do you have?"

"A '65 mustang convertible."
"That car gets better treatment than most humans." Cordelia grouses.

"Yeah, but C, that car was the first thing I ever got without my dad's help. Besides, you know I take care of me and mine."

"That's true."

"What's wrong with taking care of your stuff?" Buffy asks, still confused by the others.

"Nothing, but Faith is obsessed." Spike shakes his head.

"I am not."

"She is: she once filmed it getting an oil change."

"It was her first time!" Faith says in her defense.

"She loves that car more than anything." Spike smiles at her.

"Anyway, the point is, there's an unwritten rule the we never mention Faith's car. She tends to go on these rants."
"Shut up , Lindsey. Just because I-" Whatever she is about to say is cut off by the bell, signalling the end of lunch. While everyone else is getting up to leave, Cordelia stays sitting.

"Not going to class, C?"

"I have gym next. That's not a class, it's a free period."

"Alright, I'll see you after school then?"

"Of course, Sweetie."

Grabbing her hand, Buffy tugs Faith with her.

"Walk with me?"

"Sure."

"So, what are you doing this weekend?"

"My brother's coming, but he'll probably be with Cordy the whole time. Getting 'quality' time. Me, Spike, Lindsey and some of our friends might go somewhere to kill time."
"So, it's a no-go on the having something to do thing."
"Yep."
"Well, I'm free Saturday." She hints and Faith quickly picks it up.

"What a coincidence." She smiles. "Do you wanna go somewhere then?"

"Okay, but first I need you to promise me something."
"Name it."
"I know you've change these past few months, or at least tried to and I know that it wasn't that easy for you. If we go out, you have to respect me: mind, body, and soul. Can you do that?" Faith places her hands on the shorter girl's shoulders and smiles.

"I'll respect you, mind and soul."

"Faith, what about my body?" Her smile turns into a smirk.

"Buffy, I will do any and everything that you want to your body." Grinning, Buffy playfully pushes her in the rows of lockers. Faith may have changed, but she was still Faith.

"Get out of here." Walking away, Faith suddenly stops.

"Hey, I'll pick you up at 11."
"Isn't that a little late?"
"In the a.m." Before she can be questioned further, Faith walks off.