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"But...I just...the spell, I should...if I could just not..."

"She's got amnesia, Willow, not eboli. It's not that hard."

Willow wrung her hands and looked very nervous.

"But what if she, you know, just decides to remember me all of a sudden and I'm just trapped by fear and things get out of hand? Like, like how it happened with Xander and you know me, freeze queen! I'll end up not knowing what to do and-"

"Honestly, Willow. All of us had a right to be nervous but everything turned out just fine." Giles gave her a look that borderlined reassurance and demanding.

"Well-"

"Willow, just go in and see her, she's not going to eat you." Dawn said, rolling her eyes.

"Though I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Spike sniggered

Willow flushed red and Tara felt an amused smile wanting to take over.

"Tara, get that grin off your face!"

"I-I'm not!"

"You're actually thinking about it?" Buffy asked, on edge and slightly offended.

Tara grinned even more and looked over at her beau.

"S-so is W-willow."

"Wills!"

"No I'm not! I'm not!" Willow insisted, before realizing that nobody believed her. She threw up her hands, frustratedly and walked off.

"Fine, fine, I'll just go visit her and get it over with, since everybody else just seems perfectly fine with..." She droned on.

"...making fun of me because I like girls, stupid poofaces."

"Uh..."

"Oh, hi Faith!"

Faith cocked an eyebrow.

"You can relax, I'm not gonna eat ya."

Willow's face flushed again.

Faith grinned widely.

"So you do like the ladies."

"I guess you could say that."

"Tara's a cool chick. Be good to her."

"You weren't the first time you met her."

"And I already apologized for it, so get over it."

"Goddess, you're so the same."

"And you're...well...fuck it, I don't actually know if you are." Faith said with a shrug. She turned and patted the seat by her side.

"Care for a seat, Red?"

Willow felt the nervous twitch in her hands as she hesitated before sitting down.

"Why not? I love taking seats next to former psychotic Slayer murderers! My favorite pastime, really, it's really like a soothing hobby for me, you know? Just so relaxing and full of-"

"You can stop being a bitch now."

Silence.

Willow turned to say something as Faith turned hers.

"I'm sorry, I-" "Listen, I-"

"Sorry, you can-" "Sorry, go ahe-"

Pause.

Faith grinned nervously.

"Go ahead."

"I was, um...just going to say sorry for that whole rambling thing, you know, cause I seem to do that a lot whenever I'm super nervous, and oh! Sorry about the psychotic murderer comment, I tend to get really blabbermouthy when it comes to stuff like this. Not that you know, you make me blabbermouthy, just that I just get super nervous because I'm just not used to...well, what I'm trying to say is that I haven't been accustomed to situations where I have to sit and talk about the past and stuff like that, cause usually I'm talking to Buffy or Xander or Giles, even, so-"

"Okay, when I said go ahead, I didn't mean a mile per second." Faith interjected quickly before Willow fainted from lack of breath.

Willow blushed.

"Right. Sorry."

"So..." Faith pursed her lips, blowing the air out of her lungs.

"So..."

"How do we um...fix this whole thing?" Faith asked, turning to Willow questioningly.

Willow licked her lips before she gnawed at them.

"Well, there's this spell...thingy..."

Faith's eyebrows went up.

"A spell thingy. Sounds solid."

"Hey, these things are not easy, Faith, you should know that."

"Uh...I don't."

"Oh. Yea. Well, even if you didn't know...well...now you do." Willow finalized with a nod of her head, the tone of her voice sounding ever so much like one of a demanding little child.

"Right."

"Anyways, so this spell...wait. How much has Tara told you?"

"Enough."

Willow hesitated. She wasn't sure if she should say much; she didn't even know if she wanted to help in the first place. It was Faith, afterall. But even Faith deserved a second chance, she knew that. This was a time to forgive; it wasn't like she was without her faults and mistakes throughout her life. Besides, Faith probably had reasons that none of them knew about. Lailo had seemed pretty upset and disturbed at the memories of Faith's past, both recent and far-back before her Slayer days.

"In pure and plain English, it's a recovery spell. "

"For memories?"

"Well, not really. It's really for anything that just happens to be lost."

Faith's eyebrows furrowed.

"Isn't that a little bit risky? I'd have thought there was some truth serum shit that I could inject or something."

The redhead was impressed by the level of thought the Rogue Slayer was putting into the whole thing.

"A truth serum is mostly for the sake of retrieving information that's being withheld. There is a memory spell, but the exact way of performing it has been lost in the books, plus-" Willow made a cringing face.

"...not a lot of success other than one or two that has been recorded. It's better to use the recovery spell but re-direct it towards memories. Your lost memories, specifically."

"Huh. How long do you think it'll take for you guys to figure that shit out?"

"Hopefully not too much longer, we've been working on it since Tara walked out talking about it."

"Think it'll hurt?"

"Um...we can't really be completely sure about that, since, you know, I haven't had it done to me, or anybody else that I know for that matter. So I guess it could hurt, though I think you could totally handle it, being a Slayer and whatnot, so no worries! Don't even let that cause any doubts or fears, cause I'm sure once we figure it out, it'll be just fine! We could probably even put you on an anesthetic, since it might even be easier to just have you knocked out when we do the whole shindig, so who knows? I don't, but we'll all talk about it before we start anything-"

"Okay, enough with the babbling already!"

"Oh! Sorry, I get really-"

"I know."

"Right."

Faith couldn't help the grin. She held out hand to the witch, indicating for her to shake it. When Willow hesitatingly reached for hers, Faith grasped it firmly - yet gently - and looked Willow straight in the eyes.

"Willow, I'm sorry for anything I might've done to hurt you in the past. I hope when you guys return my memories, I'll be able to remember that you were willing to give me another chance, whether I deserved it or not."

Willow had to swallow the lump in her throat.

"It's really no problem, Faith. No problem at all." Pity her voice was a little squeaky.

Faith let go.

"Well, thanks anyway. I guess I'll see you when my memories are back, yea?"

"I guess so." Willow said hastily, before walking out the door.

She didn't look back; she wouldn't have known what to think.