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AN: Here are the two missing scenes. The first takes place before Gym. The second takes place after Rocket, but before Brother. Like I said before I think that Gym was the more appropriate ending for the fic, but these next two scenes serve well as a bit of an epilogue in my opinion. Let me know what you think!
AN2: After some feedback and some consideration, I've decided to move one of missing scenes and put it where it belongs chronologically. Now only one scene is 'missing' but I think it serves better here, where it currently is.

"Are you sure about this Faith?" Wesley asked softly.

Having seen an opportunity with the Mayor, Faith took the chance. She figured that with the Watchers' brains they'd be able to come up with a plan to learn from and maybe take down the Mayor. It wouldn't be the first time she put herself in a questionable situation. At least this time it would be for a good reason. Clark's and by extension the other Scoobies' future was more important than her own. The stupid farm boy's mentality was rubbing off on her.

Faith shrugged her shoulders, "It's the best way to figure out what's going on."

"This may be an unnecessary risk," Giles said, "We can always perform some research—"

"Aww, I didn't know you cared," Faith drawled.

"Of course we care," snapped Wesley. He was clearly both upset and worried.

Giles knew better and gave Faith a knowing look. She shifted uncomfortably and looked distractedly around the library. The tables were uncharacteristically empty of books, probably for school the next day. She'd contacted both Watchers immediately after her impromptu meeting with the Mayor.

She coughed before replying in a more serious tone, "Look, I get why you're worried over little ole me, but this is better than looking through your dusty old books."

"This is exposing you to an unnecessary amount of danger," Giles reiterated his previous concern.

Faith stubbornly replied, "It's the best way to get what we want."

"The risk—" Giles began.

"Giles," Wesley cut him off. He motioned towards Faith, "Look at her."

Although she appeared to be casually lounging against the table, Faith's expression told another story. Giles had never seen her look this determined. Still he had to try.

"Faith," Giles attempted to stare her down.

"G-man," Faith replied with a deadpan.

The watcher didn't even flinch, "This idea is ill-conceived and far too dangerous."

"And letting the Mayor do what he wants while we stumble in the dark like idiots is better?" demanded Faith.

"And what if he asks you do something absolutely deplorable?" Giles demanded, "Will you commit crimes in his name just for some information?"

The slayer stubbornly jutted her chin out, "If it's necessary to keep Cl—everyone safe, then yes. Anyways, I'm sure we can figure stuff around it. You guys got the brain stuff going on."

"Faith… while Clark may be an admirable young man, he's not worth risking your wellbeing over," Wesley said, jumping back into the discussion, "You can do far more against the Mayor here and with us."

Faith fidgeted before saying, "Well actually—"

"Faith!" Giles snapped cutting her off.

The slayer stopped talking, but was clearly unhappy. Wesley looked between Giles and Faith trying to decipher the meaning behind their gazes. After a while, he gave up and just asked them both directly.

"What is it that I'm missing?" he asked.

"There's nothing to say on the subject," Giles responded in a clipped tone, "Faith is overvaluing Clark due to her affections for him."

Wesley turned in surprise to Giles. While the other watcher had not always been forthcoming for information, as far as Wesley knew, Giles had never outright lied to him. Lies of omission perhaps, but never directly before.

Insulted, Wesley said, "If you think I'm a bloody idiot—"

"You're wrong."

Wesley turned to Faith in surprise, "Excuse me?"

She wasn't looking at him though; she was looking at Giles.

"This is not your secret to tell," Giles replied. He pinched his nose in frustration, "He came to us in confidence and—"

"I dreamed of him," Faith interrupted him again.

"Oh well, of course you dreaming of him makes it alright," Giles responded sarcastically.

Wesley on the other hand took the time to observe her. Faith was unusually serious and clearly had something important to say. Something beyond her feelings for Clark.

"What sort of dream?" the watcher asked calmly.

"One of those messed up Slayer ones," Faith explained, "Except it wasn't all messed up for once."

She took in their questioning looks, "It was about Clark and what he's supposed to become. I think. There was some, like, special light or some shit all around him. It made me feel all warm and tingly. I saw him travelling the world, saving people. And then there was joined by a group of people. They made sure everyone was safe. More safe than I've ever felt. Ever. Even when I'm alone with Clark."

Both watchers were unsure how to respond to her. Nervously Faith shifted until she gave up on her perch and hopped off the table. She paced back and forth waiting for either watcher to say something.

Wesley went first, "I don't understand… how can Clark be so important?"

Giles sighed. That was not the not the most pressing issue, "Do you recall our conversation before we drove to the police station?"

"Yes, we had quite a fascinating conversation on—" looking between the other two, Wesley asked in earnest, "Truly?"

"If you mean the sex is out of this world, then yes, yes it is," Faith replied. She gave the watcher a knowing wink as he blushed slightly.

Pretending Faith hadn't gotten a reaction, Wesley turned to Giles, "Are you certain?"

"I have more than enough evidence to convince me of Clark's otherworldly origins," the other watcher replied reluctantly, "You must understand the importance of maintaining this secret."

"But surely the council—"

"They would take any measures to ensure he was properly studied. Murder and dissection would be one of the more pleasant possible scenarios," Giles bit out. His colleague needed to understand the importance of their discretion.

"Clark is important," Faith interjected, "Like, important for the world important."

"Surely, you're overstating his importance…" Wesley trailed off when Faith turned to Giles.

"He only gets stronger. A lot stronger."

Giles' mouth dropped open in shock. A few second later he clacked his mouth closed. He stumbled on what to say and eventually settled with a simple, 'Good lord'.

"I am beginning to feel more than a little concerned," Wesley let out. Over the past few months, he had come to appreciate the elder watcher's instincts and Giles' shock was more than a little alarming.

"You don't understand. The warmth, that light I felt? That wasn't about how strong he is. That was him. The farm boy… it was his heart. His—goodness," Faith explained. She sighed in frustration, "I can't really say what I saw."

Giles, while hesitant, seemed to understand. Nonetheless, he felt something needed to be said before they even revisited her idea.

"Clark won't appreciate what you want to do. This could destroy your entire relationship with him."

Faith looked away for a brief moment before turning back to the two watchers. She met their eyes unflinchingly.

"This isn't about me. What I want, or have. This is about the shit that's way more important than just me."

In that moment Giles and Wesley both knew that Clark wasn't the only one with their own light.

Bioluminescence

AN: I have to admit I struggled a lot with the last prompt word, but I ended up pretty happy with the final result. I hope you enjoyed the journey. This fic is finally complete. I may revisit parts and edit in the future, but for the most part I'm done. Please let me know what you all think.