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Warning's! Strong Faith language and mentioned sex. that is all.

Faith slowly woke up, groggy and in just enough pain to make her dangerous. She turned her head just in time to see a red head leave the vicinity. She noticed a man in what looked like pajamas with his back to her. Through her slowly dissipating pain, Faith tried to get up and regretted her action almost immediately. As the pain once again tore through her body, she moaned, drawing the attention of the man. He quickly grabbed what she thought was a weapon and came towards her.

"Miss you should lay back down, you're in no condition… uhmmff!" Faith fought her pain and took the man down in one swift strike to the head; he went down like a sack of potatoes. She noticed the others were still unconscious on the same type of examination table she was. 'Fuck,' were they experimenting on them in this place? 'What had they gotten themselves into?' she thought to herself.

Faith's attention peaked up to Slayer mode when she heard stirring in the other room. She had to get out of there quick, no telling what they had planned for them in this eerie fucking place. She knew shouldn't have followed these fools in the first place, now how would she get home to the only man that had ever shown her any ounce of love and respect.

She decided to go out the same way she saw the red head go. She reached the door and she ducked in surprise when it opened automatically for her. She harrumphed at that and did a quick scan of the corridor outside. There were two ways to go from here and she heard lots of activity coming from the left so she decided to go right. She would find a way out of this hellhole if it were the last thing she did. She wouldn't let these bastards dissect her like some kind of guinea pig. To hell with the Scoobies they got themselves into this shit, they could rot in itfor all she cared.

She slid to a halt as she heard someone coming around the rounded corridor. She hid in one of the darkened access points to wait for them to pass. Before they could sirens started going off in the place with flashing red lights and all. She half expected a police car to come round the corner. Great, all the bells and whistles were probably in her honor, so much for sneaking around trying to find a way out. That's when a creature she was sure was a vampire on steroids noticed her as he rounded the corner. Faith braced herself for a fight.

~%~

Willow waited in tears, absentmindedly stroking the Counselor's hair as she waited for the Doctor to arrive, it seemed like forever. She couldn't help but think that she was partly to blame for what had happened. She was pretty sure the Counselor didn't make it a habit to faint on guest or the Captain wouldn't have assigned her to this task. So, obviously, she was the only odd occurrence that would make the Counselor sick like this. Willow noticed how pale Deanna was when she was in close proximity to her and it had only gotten worse the longer she with her.

Willow sighed with relief when the Doctor rounded the corner and bent down to check on Counselor Troi's condition. The Doctor visibly relaxed letting Willow know that it wasn't anything serious. Willow was grateful that she had not harmed the Counselor irreparebly.

Beverly touched her combadge. "Transporter room, lock on to Counselor Troi's signal and beam her directly to Sickbay.

"Beam?" Willow questioned and yelped sharply as Deanna disappeared from her lap. "What the heck?" Willow eyes widened in consternation.

Beverly put a calming hand on Willow and explained. "That's a technology we have to get a person from one place to another quickly, a kind of transportation."

As she finished the red alert began to sound off and they both raised an eyebrow. "Not again!" They said in unison and looked at each other and laughed. 'How is it this girl is nestling herself in your heart so fast, Beverly? What the hell is going on?' Beverly thought to herself as she comtemplated the girl who was giggling through her tears.

The Captain's voice came over the intercom and his voice was that of a man who'd had enough for one day. "One of our guests has gone missing from Sickbay, if you find her, approach with caution, she injured a member of the Sickbay Staff and may be dangerous."

Beverly sighed. "Willow I'm afraid that I have to ask you to return to Sickbay with me, you may be able to diffuse this situation more than we can. You know you're friends and how they would react to this king of situation, help to calm them down," Willow nodded and Beverly ushered her once again back to Sickbay. 'Man, I feel like a yo-yo,' she grouched internally, still wary of the Doctor's temper.

"Oh, and Willow? I'm sorry for snapping at you. Calling me in Sickbay was exactly the right thing to do, Deanna might have suffered an overload in her paracortex,' Doctor Crusher told the younger redhead.

Willow glowed. Acting on an impulse, Beverly reached out and pulled the girl into a side-hug, keeping her arm around Willow's shoulder until they reached Sickbay.

The second to awaken was a certain blonde Slayer who had been having a really pleasant dream. Angel was human now and they had been sharing in her favorite ice cream after some mind blowing sex that didn't turn him into Angelus. And the look in his eyes showed there would be more mind-blowing sex, possibly involving the ice cream. It was heaven, until some siren woke her up abruptly and she fell right off the bed unto the floor. She groaned and stood quickly as she felt someone try to help her up. She turned to give him a swift strike to the head, and she stopped just as quickly as she heard his protest.

"Not again," the nurse groaned as he closed his eyes and braced himself for another knockout blow. When none came, he cautiously opened one eye to see a smirking blonde looking at him.

"Sorry, you startled me is all and my instincts took over, didn't mean to scare you," She looked around Sickbay and her nose scrunched up. "Where are we anyway? Some kind of hospital, it doesn't smell like a hospital," Buffy looked at the irritated man as he scowled at her.

"You are in Sickbay, we were tending to your wounds when one of your people awoke and attacked me and then you just did the same," the nurse said.

Buffy grimaced, she knew full well who would have assaulted the man before asking questions "Faith," Buffy whispered as the man continued to glare at her.

Nurse Tranton breathed a sigh of relief when Doctor Crusher returned with another red head protectively tucked under her arm, but had to avoid being trampled on by the blonde when she noticed the newcomers.

"Willow!" Buffy screamed with relief and utter happiness as she ran towards her best friend.

"Buffy!" Willow broke out in happy tears as the blonde slammed into her giving her a bone-crushing hug, forgetting her Slayer strength. "Buffy, bones, breaking!" Willow struggled to speak as the air was squeezed from her body.

Buffy quickly loosened the grip on her friend but did not let go in fear that it was all a dream and she would disappear again. "Willow I thought we lost you, I've never been more scared in my life," She finally let go and looked at Willow giving her the mother of all Buffy pout's. "Don't you ever do that to me again!"

Willow had to laugh, as if she had or would ever purposely do that to herself again. "I won't Buffy," her eyes went directly to Giles and Xander and for the life of her; she could not tell which one was gone. She turned back to Buffy and burst into tears.

"Buffy, Xander and Giles, one of them died on their way to find me," she embraced the Slayer once more for comfort as she cried on her shoulder.

"What?" the Slayer nearly screamed in disbelief, she looked between Willow, her three friends on the hospital beds, to the doctors. Waiting for an explanation, then she realized someone else was missing and she started laughing hysterically.

Willow backed up, thinking that the Slayer had finally lost it. "Buffy what's wrong with you? I tell you that Xander or Giles has died and you laugh," Willow looked hurt by Buffy's indifference.

Buffy sighed and gave Willow a reassuring look. "That's because no one in this room is dead Willow," She looked at Doctor Crusher for confirmation. "Am I right?"

The doctor looked aghast at the question; she would never allow a corpse into her sickbay except for post mortem examinations. "No, we have places for the dead to await burial or whatever funerary rites species prefer to handle their dead, we put your friend in the morgue."

Buffy snorted, 'serves him right for giving time to Faith of all people,' she then noticed how confused Willow looked and sighed. "Willow, Angel came with us."

Willow eyes widened and her hand went over her mouth, she tried so hard to control herself but could hold it in no longer she started laughing, In relief more than anything. Soon her and Buffy were in tears from laughing so hard.

The Doctor stood there in dismay. How could someone be so callous over the death of a friend. She had a mind to scold both of them right there for their less than caring attitude. She'd thought better of the red-head that stood before her, she really thought they she was better than that, even in the little time they had taking care of her. It oddly hurt to see her reaction.

Buffy noticed her look of disdain and decided to let her off the hook. "Look, we don't mean to sound unfeeling but were just relieved that everyone made it here alive," Buffy put up her hand as the Doctor began to protest what she thought to be a mistake, the girls were clearly in denial.

"Let me explain, our friend developed a condition many years ago," That was an understatement, she thought to herself. "When he is asleep or unconscious he seems dead, no one can get vital signs from him, it even seems like he's not breathing. It always baffled his Doctors and they could never explain it, but I assure you he is not dead," Buffy lied not wanting to speak of vampires to these people. For all she knew they could have a serious case of Sunnydale syndrome and she didn't want to end up in a padded cell again. In addition, she was pretty sure that Faith was out there causing havoc and she needed to get out there and help catch her.

"You mean to tell me that the guy we put in one of the morgue stasis units since you arrived here is not dead!" Doctor Beverly Crusher looked at them incredulously. It was final, this guy was probably many things to them but friend was not one of them.

"Well when you put it that way," Buffy looked sheepish and almost sounded sincere if not for the mirth in her eyes as she glanced at a contrite Willow. "Actually that sounds awful!" she snorted. "But it's hardly the first time."

"I'll go retrieve him before he loses his mind when he wakes up in a morgue, you two stay put. Please!" she directed her glare at Willow, who nodded vigorously. Beverly rolled her eyes, patently not believing the redhead could stay put, and started out the door. Buffy stopped her.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, we already have a situation with another of my... people running around like a loose cannon after she injured your nurse. If you go out there alone and he sees an unfamiliar face…," she let her sentence drift off so the consequence of that action could sink in.

Beverly thought about it and nodded to the blonde. "Very well, but I'll have to inform the Captain."

Buffy scrunched her nose at that and looked at Willow. "I'll explain later Buffy, were not exactly in Kansas anymore. I'll stay here just in case our guys wake up."

Buffy raised an eyebrow and thought that she couldn't wait for that particular tale, she hoped that Xander and Giles would be awake by then. Buffy and Beverly started on their trek to the morgue and Angel.

~%~

Worf walked alone contemplating his duties; he thought that his human colleagues were particularly weak for succumbing to something as pathetic as intoxication. Maybe it was his Klingon blood or his tolerance for blood wine but the virus hadn't even touched him and he reveled in that fact. He had practically run the bridge by himself while his Captain and first officer were barely on their feet.

Surely, there would be commendations for his action during the crisis, not just for the boy Wesley Crusher. And the Crusher boy had caused enough trouble that his commendations would be buried in reprimands and notes. He respected humans a lot for their intellect, it had gotten them far throughout the centuries but they had to face the facts, it would only get them so far with a wide variety of superior species both mentally and physically sharing the universe with them.

Physically they were weak, compared to other species. Except for a select few, their prowess was just above the Ferengi, Worf thought. Worf rounded a corner and froze as he sensed a predator in his vicinity. He scanned the corridor and saw a figure hiding in wait in one of the darkened access points.

Then the red alert sounded and he heard the captain's warning to the crew. Worf bared his teeth in a warrior's snarl as the figure braced itself for battle.