Buffy was riding out the high she always got after a good fight as she walked towards the park. Her smile grew slightly when she saw the old merry-go-round, and without warning she was pulled into the past.

Flashback:

"Here Vampy." the fourteen year old Buffy cooed from her perch on top a mausoleum. It was well after midnight despite the distant horns the New York cemetery was completely quiet. Quickly coming to the decision to call an early night the young slayer started to make her way back to their apartment. "I wonder if I will ever be destined to be something easy? Normal? Mundane even?" She mused aloud. It was then that she felt something following her. She knew that she had felt the connection, sensation before but couldn't place it. But as she crossed the abandoned park when her musings were answered. Hard. A vampire slammed into her catching her completely unaware, forcing all the air from her lungs. "Guess not." She muttered before cursing her scattered brain. Buffy jumped back up prepared to fight, but was beat to the punch. Just then a girl a little older than her with long wavy dark hair appeared, and threw her out of the way. Amused Buffy perched agilely on the merry-go-round and watch the dark haired girl pinning the feeling now. The girl was another Slayer.

Curiously Buffy studying the girls technique and quickly summarized she hadn't been a slayer long. She took in the older girl's appearance. Leather pants, leather lace up top, black combat boots and a grace she recognized in Kendra and herself. It screamed, "predator'. "You alright kid." She sounded concern, approaching Buffy as if she were a wounded animal, but before Buffy could say anything a man in a three piece suit came blundering into view. Buffy was starting to wonder if all English people wore those hideous tweed suits. "Very good Faith, but your technique is still sloppy…" He trailed off when he noticed the small blonde teenager still perched on the child's playground toy. "uh…oh dear…" He muttered. "He's right. It was a little sloppy but all in all I was good." The two strangers wore identical faces of shock and suspicion. "So you're the new slayer. Awesome. I wasn't suspecting running into you so soon. I'm Buffy Summers."

Their eyes grew large as they took in the frail, YOUNG, looking girl before them. "You're Buffy Summers? As in the Slayer that has been activated for 5 years? That actually died and came back? That Buffy?" Faith looked as if she torn between awe and disbelief. "Yep." Buffy popped the 'p' giving the duo a bright smile. "Well Miss Summers let me introduce us. I am Wesley Windem-Price. I am the Watcher to Miss Faith Lehane here." Buffy wanted to snicker at the formal introduction and was quickly becoming convinced it was a British thing. "Listen why don't you call it a night. I am. I'm sure you are beat. I'm betting that Giles would love you meet you, trade stories, and such. You are welcome at the house. Come on." Smiling Buffy hooked arms with her sister slayer, pulling the older girl with her.

Just they before they opened the door the small slayer could tell Faith had sensed both Angelus and Kreatcher. "Just to warn you, any and everybody inside is a personal friend, and ally." Making sure Faith understood they walked inside. "I'm home!" Buffy yelled happily as she walked into the living room. Giles had his nose stuck in a book as usual, but Angelus wasn't in the room. "I also have company." With a start Giles snapped his head up and held the two under scrutiny. "This is Wesley Windem-Price, and this is Faith Lehane. The newest Slayer." Giles noticed the child hadn't stopped smiling since she walked through the door. "New Slayer, huh. You are most welcome. Come sit. Would you like some Tea?" Weather he meant to call Kreatcher or not the house elf came bustling into the room with his Mistress's usual after patrol tea. "Ah Mistress you home. And brought Guests. Kreatcher get more tea."

For a stunned moment the new comers just stared at the door Kreatcher disappeared behind. "What was that?" She demanded whirling on the younger slayer. "That is my friend Kreatcher. Known him my whole life. He's a house-elf." She explained calmly unfazed by the expected outburst. "House elf? Interesting. Obviously we have lots to discuss." Wesley tried act as if the small creature hadn't completely rocked his boat. "Yes we do. Come sit, Kreatcher will bring out some more tea." Buffy lead them to the couch just as she heard boots coming her way. "Ah Buffy, glad your back. I found that Alikis demons later. There is still time before Dawn to go get it." Angleus's soft voice called down the stairs, just as he reached the bottom. "Guys meet…" "Angelus!" Wesley squeaked before fainting. "Oh dear." Giles sighed.

END OF FLASHBACK:

Buffy smiled at the memorable meeting. They had talked long into the night, before it was decided Wesley return to London, to finish his Watcher training, leaving Faith in the care of Giles.

Standing Buffy stood wiping the tears from her eyes as she was slammed with a desire and need to meet the new slayer. To let her know that there was someone out there that knew the dangers, and understood the risks. That there was someone out there that she could talk to and that person would truly undertand. She knew from experience that sometimes, even though they try, Watchers were just unable to understand what it is like being a Slayer. Focusing on her desire and the connection Buffy felt herself being pulled. With a pop she was gone.

When she opened herself she found herself standing in front of the most unexpected person. "Miss Summers?" His voice convinced her she really was in front of him. "Hello Wesley."