Author's Note: Hey guys, so this is a much quicker update this time and doesn't follow the plot of What's My Line at all, which will resume next chapter, which I am still working on. However, this one is extremely important for Rebecca and future seasons and definitely has a link to the previous chapter as well. I hope you enjoy it and I'll try and get the next one out as quickly as I can!

Lacey Solane: I'm very glad you enjoyed it and I hope you like this one! I'm sure you won't scare anyone away, and I hope this chapter gives you a little more insight into Becky's character. This is a much shorter wait this time and hopefully, the rest of What's My Line shouldn't be too far behind! I hope you enjoy it! And I hope to see another chapter of TMS in the future!

The Redshirt Who Lived: Well then I hope you like this chapter even more, and Becky-Amy fluff is one of my favourite things to write so I'm glad you enjoy reading it!

DaBillmann: Thank you, and I was going to have her present at the fight but when I was writing it, it didn't come across well and so I decided to introduce the other member to fill the time gap and if one was going to attack Buffy, it seemed only right that one should attack Becky as well. I'm glad that you like how I take the episode, sometimes it's difficult because it feels like I'm copying a lot of the script, which gets boring and tiresome so it's nice to hear that I still manage to make it my own. I enjoyed writing that bit, Rebecca's emotions always seem to be the easiest thing to write sometimes, the words just flow. It's a nice feeling. I hope to prove that assumption wrong during this chapter, and in future seasons. Things are going to get much darker as the seasons go on... You're welcome, I felt that it was only fair to say how I've been helped in this story, and considering 9th of February was the one year anniversary of this story, it felt right. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Cause I've done some things that I can't speak."
~ Haunting, Halsey.

Chapter Thirty-Seven:
The Dark Side Of A Slayer.

"So these assassins are after you and Buffy?" Jonathan asked. "And Wesley got pissed with you because you threatened to harm the one that attacked you and then she escaped, and now you've all gone into hiding from these assassins." He repeated everything that I'd just said and I nodded.

"That pretty much sums it up." We were sat on the bed and there was a sleeping bag laid out on the floor, with pillows. It was into the early hours of the morning now, but neither of us were tired, my senses on high alert, almost expecting an arrow or a bullet to fly through the window.

The two books that I'd taken from the library were sat in front of us, and I sighed, opening the second one up again to a page which detailed the Order of Taraka. The description was brief, not much different to what Wesley and Giles had already said and I sighed once again, slamming the book shut with such force that it nearly made Jonathan jump.

"Jesus Christ, Becky!" He exclaimed and I glanced up at him in confusion before realising what I'd done.

"Oh no, I'm sorry Jonathan. It's just, I'm so stressed, for all I know, this assassin is holding a gun to my brother's head or a knife to my girlfriend's throat and I wouldn't even know." I explained and he nodded before pausing, glancing up at me.

"Girlfriend? So Amy is your girlfriend! I knew it!" He grinned and I laughed, the first time I'd laughed properly since this whole thing started, since the Cross had been stolen and Jonathan smirked.

"You didn't know?" I asked, still giggling and he shrugged.

"I suspected, but I wasn't going to say anything until you confirmed it. Although several have seen you holding hands and on occasion, kissing." Jonathan said and I gave a shrug.

"After we told the others, we didn't really see a reason to hide. It's nobody else's business and if they want to make something of it, then they can just fuck off." I explained and Jonathan nodded.

"Yeah, some of the lads were saying rather unsavoury things about the two of you and some of the girls were being nasty but Cordelia told them all to shut their mouths and of course, no one argues with Cordelia." Jonathan said and I raised an eyebrow at that.

"Really? Cordelia told them to shut up?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah. I was as surprised as you were." Jonathan answered and I was silent for a few seconds, contemplating that before giving a shrug.

"There are bigger things to deal with right now than Cordelia's behaviour." I murmured, rubbing my eyes and fighting back a yawn; I was ridiculously tired and Jonathan raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing.

"Get some sleep, Becky. That book will still be here in the morning. As will your brother and your girlfriend." He explained and I sighed, but nodded.

"Okay, you're right." I moved off the bed, placing the book on the floor and getting into the sleeping bag, sighing. "Goodnight Jonathan." I murmured as the lights went out, hearing a faint "goodnight" back. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

~8~8~

I woke up as the sun began shining in through the window, Jonathan still sprawled out asleep on the bed and I smiled softly, before getting up and making my way to the window. The sun was bright and blinding, but I shielded my eyes, trying to look out onto the street. It looked empty but I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and I glanced over, seeing a glimpse of blonde hair and what appeared to be a dominos pizza uniform. I cursed, turning back to the still sleeping boy, moving to his side and gently shaking him awake.

"Jonathan, get up." I murmured, and he groaned, sitting up, half asleep still.

"What?"

"I think the assassin's outside. She must've followed me here. I need to get out." I explained and Jonathan's bleariness disappeared, eyes wide in shock.

"Oh shit. What are we going to do?" He asked and I shook my head.

"You mean 'I'. Jonathan, this girl is dangerous and she's out for my blood. I don't think she cares about who gets in the way and I will not put you in danger. I've already done enough by leading her here." I explained and he sighed but didn't argue.

"Alright, fine. What will you do?"

"I'll sneak out the back way. Where are your parents?" I asked and he shrugged.

"They'll both have gone to work by now, so the house is empty." He said and I nodded.

"Alright. I'll go out the back way but I need to make sure she sees me; then you can get out and go to school." I explained and Jonathan shook his head.

"Becky, you can't! If she sees you, then she'll attack you, you'll run the risk of being killed, or worse!" He exclaimed and I sighed, shaking my head.

"Jonathan, if she doesn't see me leave and you try to go to school then she'll attack you, thinking that you know where I am! This isn't like the comic books you read, where the bad guys rarely hurt the good guys; this person, assassin will kill you, trying to get to me! So don't argue with me! Okay?!" I snapped and he looked taken aback but sighed, nodding.

"Alright. You know, I was wrong: you're not Wonder Woman. You're the freaking Black Widow." He muttered and I nodded.

"And don't you forget it." I murmured back, a small smile on my face and he exhaled slowly before smiling, nodding at me. I took a stake, a cross and a bottle of holy water out of my bag, placing them on his dresser. "Take these, and if anyone comes near you who you think might be a threat, use them. Go for the heart with the stake." I ordered and he gave a quick nod of the head.

"Be careful." He warned and I smirked.

"Always am. You too." I grabbed my bag, shoving the books into it and giving him a hug, before leaving the bedroom and heading downstairs to the back door.

My hand was on the door handle before I paused, shaking my head. If I went out the back door, there was no guarantee of the assassin seeing me and she might target Jonathan if she didn't know that I'd left. I moved away from the back door, towards the front door and I opened it slowly, cursing as a gun fired, straight into the wood, two inches from my face.

I ducked and ran, away from the direction where the bullet had come from, dodging more bullets and I kept running, taking her out of the residential area of town, into an area with less people and more warehouses. I ducked behind the corner of one, hearing footsteps approaching and I struck out with my elbow as she came around the corner, knocking the gun out of her hand. I pushed her to the floor, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from going to the knife and pressed my other arm against her throat, cutting off her air.

"That's the bonus of fighting humans compared to vampires. Humans need air." I hissed, digging my arm in deeper and she leered, but I could see fear in her eyes, which caused me to smirk.

"Why is the Order of Taraka after the Slayers?" I demanded and she gasped, clearly needing air. I frowned, removing my arm slightly but she took the opportunity and reached up to grab my arm, wrenching it behind my back and dragging me to my feet but I kicked her in the shin, hearing something snap and she cried out in pain as the grip on my arm loosened. I turned around, punching her in the face, her nose breaking and she fell to the floor as I grabbed the knife out of my boot, holding it up in warning.

"Why is the Order of Taraka after the Slayers?!" I demanded once again but she didn't answer, only groaned in pain and I frowned, grabbing her by the shoulder and picking her up, slamming her against the wall. "Answer me!"

"Spike. He called us in, wanted both of you out of the way." She gasped, and I curled my lip, hating and cursing the vampire with every fiber of my being.

"Why? What's so important that he couldn't finish us off himself? Why call in assassins to do it for him?" I asked and the girl started to laugh.

"I take it back. You're all stupid. Spike doesn't want you dead. Just the blonde." She stated and I recoiled, confused and furious.

"Why?" I repeated the question and she coughed, rubbing her shoulder and limping slightly as she moved away from the wall.

"Spike wants to finish you off himself. The blonde Slayer he doesn't care about but he wants that "final dance" with you, he said." She shrugged and I frowned.

"Then why send assassins after me?" I asked and she laughed once more.

"I wasn't here to kill you. I was here to capture you and take you to him. Well, that was the initial order. Although, he did say that if I can't take you alive…" She murmured and it was in my shock that I didn't notice her going for the gun I'd kicked out of her hand. "Then our second order was to eliminate." She said, leaping for the gun and I knocked it out of her hand, grabbing it myself and aiming: my finger pulled the trigger and the shot rang out, the gun recoiling back and I gasped in shock as the girl fell, propelled back by the force of the shot.

I threw the gun to the floor, glancing at the girl in horror. Her eyes were wide open, staring at nothing and her hair had fallen out of it's ponytail, spread out around her head like a halo. Her mouth was wide open in shock, as though she couldn't believe what had happened, as though she couldn't believe what I'd done. Her chest had exploded open, blood seeping out from the wound and I glanced down at my own attire, feeling liquid splattered across my face. A quick swipe told me that it was blood and I gagged, feeling bile in the back of my throat and I moved away, throwing up onto the sidewalk.

I glanced around, it still being early enough in the morning for no one to be around and I'd led her into a quiet part of town, where there were very few people. I grabbed my bag and dug my hoodie out, slipping it on and pulling the hood up, to hide my bloodied face. I grabbed the gun, shoving it into my bag and walked away from the body. I needed to get help.

~8~8~

Wesley opened the door after a few knocks and I flipped the hood down, taking in his shocked look and horrified gasp.

"Wesley, I've made a mistake." I murmured, and he stepped aside to let me in.

I expected a shout of 'what did you do' or 'what have you done', some anger and some sort of scolding but I didn't get any of that. Wesley didn't ask any type of question, just murmured "let's get you cleaned up" and helped to wipe the blood off my face, giving me spare clothes to get changed into. After the fiasco with the Anointed One, the Watchers had spare clothes of mine and Buffy's at each of their houses, in case of emergencies such as this one. "Go and shower, Rebecca. I'll make some breakfast and tea and then we'll go over what happened." He ordered, no room for argument in his voice and I nodded, not wanting to talk about it yet.

An hour later, I was sat on the sofa, my hair soaking wet and wearing clean clothes, my hands wrapped tightly around a warm mug of tea. There was an egg and bacon sandwich sat on a plate on the coffee table in front of me, but I hadn't touched it. The gun was beside the plate and I struggled to tear my eyes away from it, even when Wesley sat on the armchair beside me.

"Rebecca, what happened?" He murmured and I shook my head, closing my eyes. I heard her laughing, saw her smirk and then a shot rang out; the assassin was lay dead, her chest bleeding profusely, her hair spread out around her like a halo.

"Take as much time as you need. Start from the beginning." He said and I opened my eyes, exhaling slowly before nodding.

"I went to Jonathan's last night. After everything that happened at the library, I stayed at his. We were talking and we stayed up for half the night. I scared him when I slammed the book shut, after trying to do research and we went to sleep. When I woke up this morning, I checked the window and I saw the assassin. I told Jonathan to stay in the house whilst I created a diversion, making her come after me. She fired as soon as I opened the door, and I ran, leading her out of the main area of town. I fought her, and broke her shin, before getting the information I needed. Spike had sent the Order of Taraka to kill Buffy, get her out of the way but he didn't want them to kill me. He wanted to finish me off himself and so the assassin was sent to capture me. But she had orders to kill me if necessary and she went for the gun. I got there first and I pulled the trigger. It went straight through her chest. She's dead." I sighed, dropping my head into my hands and pushing my hands through my damp hair. "Wesley, I killed a human being. I threatened her, I broke her shin and I choked her. And after all that, I took a gun and I shot her in the chest."

"Rebecca, it's going to be okay. Look, she was an assassin, she was going to kill you. It was in self-defence, you said yourself that she went for the gun, and you got there first." Wesley explained and I shook my head.

"No, you can't justify this! How can you? I murdered a human being." I cried, tears forming in my eyes and Wesley shook his head.

"Yes, and you feel remorse, for someone who probably wouldn't have even batted an eyelid to your own death. And you came to me."

"What can you do?" I murmured. "You can't turn back time."

"No, but I can contact the Watcher's Council. They can take care of the police, stop them investigating into it." He explained. "So that means you won't get charged for what you've done." He said and I frowned, shaking my head.

"That doesn't help. I still killed a human being. Wesley, I don't know how I'm supposed to come back from this." I whispered and he shook his head.

"Rebecca, only you can do that. But listen to me: you are not a bad person. You're an extremely good person, with a fantastic heart, who did one bad thing. And you will move past this, because you are one of the strongest people I have ever met." He murmured and tears streamed further. I moved over, pulling Wesley into a hug, crying silently onto his shoulder. He gently rubbed my back in circles, as I cried before my tears dried up and I pulled away, rubbing my eyes.

"Thank you." I murmured and he nodded. "What do we do now?"

"I'm going to call the Watcher's Council, and tell them what has happened. Then we'll go to the library and we can continue research into the other members of the Order of Taraka and why Spike wanted you both out of the way so badly." Wesley explained and I shook my head.

"No. What do I now? Wesley, I did just murder someone. I don't know if I can be around my friends, and act like everything's normal." I murmured and he sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Rebecca, I'm not telling you to pretend like everything is normal. I would never ask that of you, I know that this is something too big to hide. But I'm leaving it up to you how you tell them and when. I will not betray your secret in this, I promise." I had never heard such genuine care in his voice before; there had been friendship and guidance but this was the first time that Wesley had shown true, genuine care for my wellbeing, other than the physical. He was truly adamant about not telling anyone, about cleaning up my mess and making sure that I was not implicated in this, even going so far as to ensure that I did not feel guilty, or at least, as un-guilty as I could feel. The murder of a human being wasn't exactly something that one got over lightly, but Wesley was helping.

"Thank you." My voice was small and he nodded, squeezing my shoulder once before moving away to the phone.

"Go to the library. I'll meet you there in a while." He ordered and I nodded.

I didn't know how I was going to be able to tell my friends. But after I had, then I was going to Willy's: I had a blonde vampire to find and stake.