Something I got from Angel & Faith comics.
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"Seriously, can you cook anything other than eggs?" Faith teased as Angel put the dinner on the table, while they ate in Angel's place in Hyperion Hotel.
"Next time we can order a pizza." Dean said.
"Yeah, I've got a taste for capricciosa." Faith said.
"As much as I like Italian food, after that mess in Rome, not really in mood for it." Angel said before they heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it." Faith said as she approached the door and opened it but froze in shock, looking in disbelief as if she had seen a ghost. "Dad?"
"Faith." Pat said as Angel and Dean looked at each other awkwardly before turning to the door as Pat reached for Faith's cheek. "Look at you. So grown—"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Faith demanded, smacking Pat's hand away.
"I'm sober, kiddo. Six months." Pat said as Faith snorted.
"Right. Never heard that one before. What'd you do, steal someone's chip?" Faith snapped.
"Look, you got no reason to trust me. You want me to go, I'll go, God knows I've done enough damage. But I finally turned it around, sweet heart. The bad stuff, I'm putting it all behind me and…" Pat sighed. "I wanna try and fix things between us… if you let me."
Faith considered for a moment before she slammed the door in Pat's face as he looked disappointed but unsurprised.
"I get it. I don't blame you at all. I just want you to know, I'm in town for a few days and my cell number's still the same, the one it's always been, in case you change your mind." Pat said as he turned to leave.
Faith just entered the living room, looking angrier than before.
"Faith… it's none of my business, but just so you know, I don't smell alcohol on him." Angel noted.
"OK, he's a sober bum. Halle-friggin-lujah." Faith snapped. "And you of all people giving me family advice, really? How often do you and your kid talk? Because I can count on two hands how many times you've blown him off and on one hand how many times you've actually answered his calls."
"That's different, Faith. I did it for his own good, all I ever wanted for him was to have a normal life, closest thing to family and childhood, I couldn't give him the best life he could have. He has his family, he's happy and well-adjusted and he's better off without me in it." Angel said.
"Easy for you to say when you are on the other side of the country." Faith sneered.
"Look, whatever you do is up to you. But maybe Angel can't…" Dean shot him an apologetic look. "…change what he is. Your Dad can, if you give him the chance. All we're just saying is that you shouldn't write him off too soon."
Faith considered before she went out and ran down the street to catch up with Pat.
"So this is your place?" Pat said, looking around before turning to the cabinet of weapons at the corner. "Whoa."
"Yeah, my friend is a collector." Faith said quickly.
"And you spend the night hunting those things out there, do you?" Pat asked as Faith blinked.
"How'd you—"
"Come on, I've read the news about the warrior girls popping up. Wasn't that hard to figure it out." Pat said.
"And it doesn't… you know, freak you out?" Faith asked hesitantly.
"What? That my little girl can kick asses? Come on, how many times you must've saved innocent lives?" Pat asked and Faith had to suppress the guilt and shame she had over going dark.
"Dad, are you really not drinking anymore?" Faith asked as Pat pulled out of his pocket a sobriety chip.
"I'm clean. I didn't steal it. I swear. It's for real this time, Faithy. All I want is a chance to start over." Pat said.
Faith was about to open her mouth, when she heard her phone ring and picked it up. "Crap, it's work. Look, Dad, I gotta go, we'll talk about this later, OK?"
Pat nodded as Faith ran upstairs.
"Well, against a hunter, vampire and a Slayer, that creep didn't stand a chance." Dean said as they were entering the house before they heard glass shatter.
Angel and Faith pulled out their swords, while Dean pulled out his gun and they ran to see Pat at the cabinet with alcohol, the bottles shattered.
"My whiskey!" Dean snapped angrily.
"I knew it!" Faith yelled as she ran to Pat, snatching the bottle of whiskey away from him.
"I'll replace it—" Pat started.
"Damn bet you will!" Dean said.
"Screw the booze! You've been sober for six months." Faith snapped. "Don't tell me you—"
"No! That's why I wanted to smash them! It was tempting me but I wasn't gonna give in!" Pat explained as he got up guiltily. "I wasn't lying when I said I was clean but… it's hard to resist. I'm doing what I can."
"So just stay locked in your room to sober up! Problem solved, Einstein!" Dean said.
"We're not alone." Angel said.
"No one followed you here, right?" Faith said.
"No. Why?" Dean asked before it hit Faith.
"What did you do?" Faith snapped, grabbing Pat and helping him get up.
"I…" Pat paused as he met her glare, looking ashamed. "I owe someone. Handsome Jimmy."
"The Irish mob? Really?" Dean snapped, glaring at Pat as if he was stupid.
"I knew it. I fucking knew it!" Faith snapped, punching Pat and breaking his nose as he fell down. "I should've known. You travel across half the country to see me again after years, right." She scoffed. "You didn't come back to make amends, you want someone to clean up your mess again!"
"How much? We'll pay for it." Angel said.
"No! You got it all wrong." Pat said. "I meant every word. About starting over, being sober, going to meetings, wanting to make amends, I swear. But the thing is, this scumbag won't let me walk away. He wants me to go back to my old ways with him and he knows things that I did in the old days that… he'll never let me go."
"So you want us to get rid of him." Dean finished.
"Are you kidding me?" Faith snapped. "I kill vampires. Demons. Not people. I'm a Slayer, not a murderer."
"I know that you killed at least two people. You ain't no angel and your vampire friend isn't one either, despite that he calls himself that. I noticed he had no reflection in the windows or mirrors. Faith, but this guy ain't a deputy mayor, he's a lowlife who's ruined more than enough lives and filled more holes in Boston than the friggin' big dig. No one's gonna miss that guy. You done it before. And with that Lehane temper, all I'm asking is one more time… for us."
Faith stared before she let go. "Get. Out."
"I can't! Jesus, Faith, I know I've been a lousy Dad but if you kick me out, you might as well put a bullet in my brain! Jimmy found me! They're coming here right now!" Pat cried out, terrified.
"They're here already." Dean said as he looked at the monitor observing the cameras outside before he turned to Pat. "You, stay here. We'll handle it."
Angel, Faith and Dean went outside as they met a man wearing a flat cap and smoking a cigar, accompanied by a small group of thugs.
"Far as you go, Jimmy." Faith said.
"Get outta town. Little Faithie Lehane? Last time we met, you were so small you almost lost yer Dad's drew Bledsoe jersey." Jimmy said with a strong Irish accent.
"That girl's gone." Faith said.
"Which one of those fellas is your boyfriend?" Jimmy asked as he approached Angel and glanced at Dean. "Pretty boys, aren't they?"
"And you, sir, you're a bad Irish stereotype." Angel said before Dean handed Jimmy a briefcase.
"Two hundred grands. It should cover Pat Lehane's debt, with interest." Dean said.
"You're done with him. Forever." Angel finished as Jimmy laughed, patting Angel and Dean by their cheeks.
"Look at those two, I love these guys. You look half retarded, so I'll explain it slow, I'm done with somebody when I say so. Good ol' Pat's caused me a lot of headaches over the years and it's high time he started solving my problems, even more, considering that her little girl and friends are apparently so loaded."
"Or we could." Dean said, headbutting Jimmy, while Angel vamped out.
"Vampire! Shoot it in the head!" One of the mobsters exclaimed as they drew their guns.
"That's zombies." Angel said, disarming another mobster, while Faith kicked another one down, while Dean punched another and knocked him down before he drew his gun before Faith grabbed a sword and pointed it at Jimmy.
"If you don't want me to cut your hand off so that my friend drinks the blood off your arm like a hose, here's what's gonna happen. You take your money and go back to Boston." Faith said.
"And you screw with Pat Lehane or Faith ever again, we'll cut you up piece by piece so that he can have you as a dinner. Understood?" Dean said and the mobsters nodded before running off.
They went back inside as Pat approached. "I heard screaming. Are they dead?"
"You…" Faith glared, pointing at Pat. "Get the hell out."
"Faith. I did what I had to do to provide for you." Pat said before smirking at meeting Faith's unforgiving condescending glare. "Look at you. Got some money, living fancy and now you think you're some ivory tower girl, but I know where you came from and what you are."
Fuming, Faith punched Pat as they heard the bones in his nose crack as he fell down. "I'm what you made me you son of a bitch." She sneered before she grabbed Pat by his sweater and pinned him to the wall, making Angel and Dean worry.
"Faith. Don't. He's not worth it." Dean said.
"You do this, it's a big step back for you." Angel said, while Faith fumed, squeezing Pat's neck lightly, enough for him to gasp for air.
"You can't even imagine how much do I want to do this." Faith sneered at Pat. "All my life I let myself be used. Desperate for family, because you left me. The guy who was more of a father to me than you were wanted to wipe out the whole town and I killed for him without thinking twice. I told myself that this was who I'd always been. Then you showed up and made me realize that I was wrong. You did this to me! You're right, Daddy, I am what I am because of you. And nothing I do will change that. So why try?" She snarled with tears-filed eyes as she tightened the grip and Pat choked. "Can you see it? Your greatest failure glaring in your face?"
"Faith. Let him go. I know it's hard to believe it right now but trust me, this is the last thing you want to do." Angel said as he and Dean grabbed her by her shoulders.
"I get it. You want him to suffer for what he did to you but it's not gonna make that pain go away, no matter how much you want to tell yourself it will. It'll make you feel good for a few seconds but then you'll spend the rest of your life second-guessing every decision you'll make until that guilt and doubt eats you up from the inside." Dean said as Faith seethed, burning holes into Pat's forehead with her fierce glare before she screamed in rage and tossed Pat down on the floor as he gasped for sweet air filling his lungs.
"I'm not gonna kill you… but only because dying would be too easy way out for you." Faith said, glaring at Pat.
"Faith—" Pat started but Faith raised her hand, shutting him up.
"You're dead to me, Pat. I have a family already but you're not part of it. You're not a part of my life anymore. You're gonna spend the rest of your life letting your guilt haunt you, facing the ghosts of your past, knowing that everyone that could have cared about you turned their backs on you because of what you did, which is a fate worse than death. Living alone, with all that guilt haunting you from all the pain and suffering you caused to the people you love." Faith would know, since she had been there. She turned away and walked off with tears rolling down her wet cheeks before Angel grabbed Pat and threw him out of the hotel.
"You ever show your face to her again, you try to contact her in any way, I'll make you wish she'd killed you here." Angel sneered, showing his vampiric face, while Pat nodded, terrified before he ran off.
An hour later, waiting for her to cool off, Angel and Dean went upstairs to check in on Faith, who was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
Faith didn't even bother turning to them, while she sighed in frustration. "What? Were you worried that I'd bail and beat someone to a pulp again?"
"Sometimes when you see someone from the past, it takes you right back, make you slip into old patterns." Angel said.
"Like nothing's changed." Faith added before she got up, smiling appreciatively. "Look, I know what you're gonna say but I'm not gonna let what happened get to me and take away the progress I've made. Deep down I knew he'd let me down again, so I guess I shouldn't be so surprised, so honestly, I'm just glad that I know for sure now that he's a lost cause. At least I can finally let go and move on. Next time I see him, all he gets from me is my fist slamming onto his face."
Angel nodded before he walked off, while Dean entered.
"Well, I'm not gonna pretend I have any idea how you feel but I've known people who weren't exactly the best role models. Hell, my Dad raising me and Sammy into hunting, not giving us a chance at a normal life, sure, we were pissed and when we tried to go on our own and he'd drag us in, one night, when I was a kid, underage, I snuck into this party, there was booze, cigarettes, snorting the blow, the usual deal, honestly, what was going on there is a blur, I've got no idea what I drank, I remember the room spinning and the need to puke forever and about that time, I hear him." Dean cleared his throat dramatically and tried to put on as much of a father-like authoritative tone as he could. "'Dean Winchester!' My old man. I have no idea how he found me. I'm freaking out, he's just standing there, not saying anything, I look around, everyone else is freaking out too, no one even dares to look him in the eye until one guy, with like a safety pin through his nose and a 'kill everything' tattoo looks up and he says, 'Sorry, sir.'" He said awkwardly.
"Your Dad wanted to pull you out of trouble. You were just a kid." Faith realized.
"Yeah. But you know how I repaid him? By whining about how much he embarrassed me. Me telling him I hate him." Dean then turned to Faith, trying to make an impression of John. "Then he turned to me and he said, 'Son, you don't like me? That's fine. It's not my job to be liked. It's my job to raise you right.'"
"At least you had a good father, even though he was a pain in the ass. My Dad couldn't find any decency." Faith said bitterly.
"Yeah. But you know what?" Dean said, making Faith turn to him. "A wise man once told me, 'Family don't end in blood but it doesn't start there either. Family cares about you. Not what you can do for them. Family's there, through good, the bad, all of it. They got your back. Even when it hurts. That's family.'"
Faith remembered Angel, Buffy and Willow and the Scooby Gang. Sure, they had their differences but when it really came down to it, they were there for her before she got up and followed Angel and Dean.
Poor Faith.
Pat is a scumbag, nuff said.
But at least Faith has other people in her life who are her family.
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