Part 9

read some disclaimer somewhere, then apply it to this story. an: Ha! did I surprise you? anyone think you have a clue? well you don't! and neither do I. the last part took me surprise, but I know how to work with that. enjoy. glad ya'll like it. and as for people who can't stand spelling and or grammar mistakes, my spelling is CANADIAN, and so is the grammar on my computers. don't tell me to get a beta reader unless your volunteering.  or heck, maybe you can start writing my stories for me. an: rant over. read the fuck on

and for whomever thought that nominating this story for an award would get your another chapter, your absolutely right!

An: I can't write a Cajun accent. So I'm not going to try.

Willows point of view

Willow was seated in the hallway with Faith, Tara was asleep in Logan's room, and they both had clothes. The lack of clothing had really bothered Tara. But with that crisis over, and Spike and Logan tending to Dawn/Rouge, now was time for explanations. Scott, Buffy's cousin said he'd join them in a moment. Willow didn't really care, she just wanted to know how the fuck they got from Sunnydale to New York. With out noticing.

"So what are you doing here?" Willow asked Faith.

"Got word through the grape vine that Dru and her new boybitch were headed this way, mumbling about keys and time and doors to be opened. Then I heard about Buff, and that Dawn was in this vicinity and the council explained the whole key thing, so I came running." Faith shrugged. "It was a bit weird at first, but still somewhat cool. Then I got here and heard that there was a local sort of slayer, I thought and got the clue. So I watched for a night, then I climbed up on the roof."

"How did you get on the roof anyway?" Willow asked, I thought that professor guy was a telepath?" Faith frowned and shook her head.

"I have no clue. I guess that Rack guys spell covered me too." Willow sighed and shook her head. "This is just weird." Faith finished lamely.

"You can say that again, but not until much much later." Scott's voice came from over head. "I didn't know Dawn was a mutant." Willow shook her head and Faith sighed.

"Its like this Scott." Faith started, "In every generation there is born a girl, she alone can fight the darkness. She alone is the chosen one, the slayer." She paused as Wesley came out into the hallway and sat next to her. Scott took a spot on the floor.  "This will take some time." She warned. Scott nodded.

Faiths POV

Hours later as the rest of the school got up, most complaining of strange noises heard during the night, Faiths story, or rather Dawns story was finished. Scott had given a background of Rogue and Willow had gratefully headed to bed.  Scott and Faith on the other hand headed for breakfast.  They sat alone but after only a few moments St. John joined them.

"Where's Dawn?" He asked, chewing happily on a  croissant. "Rogues gone too." He pointed the croissant at Faith. "And who's she?" Scott sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Is this going to happen a lot?" Faith asked cynically. Scott nodded and Faith sighed. " Thought so." She sighed again and stood suddenly standing on the table. All sound died.  "You've got questions." She called. "About the people who are here, and what happened on the roof last night. " The room erupted in noise and she silenced it with a sharp whistle.  "Any questions can be addressed to me later. My name is Faith and I'm an old friend of Dawns." Faith hopped down off the table and grabbed her coffee. She ignored Scotts insulted look and smiled at St. John. "Find me a place to set up office kid." She grinned tilting her head to one side, "I've got a lot of questions to answer." Scott held up a hand and grabbed her arm.

"You've got no right to tell them anything." He said through clenched teeth. "They just kids. Let them be kids." St. John dropped his croissant and opened his mouth. Faith cut him off,

"No they aren't. They're mutants." She spat at Scott. "Every move that they make is dangerous not only to them but to the people around them.  They haven't been just kids since they got powers. They live in a different world now." She sneered at Scott.  "Or don't you remember what it feel like?" St. Johns mouth snapped shut with a audible noise. He nodded slowly. Faith was right.

"You don't even know what your talking about." Scott snapped back. Faiths face turned dark and angry and she slapped his hand from her arm.

"Don't say that to me." She growled down at the summers man. "You don't know shit. I'm the slayer. Get it THE, there's only one of me. There were two but that got fucked." Her chest heaved and she dragged her hand back. "Every thing these kids have faced or will face, I have seen worse." She raised a mocking eyebrow. "I've been worse. Every nasty thing that can be done, has been done in front of me or to me or " she laughed bitterly, "even by me.  I know about loosing your childhood." She waved a hand down at herself. "I'm two years older than Dawn." St. Johns mouth fell open again. She looked at least 23, not 18.  "I know about responsibility and fighting, and living in danger." Faith went on, her voice cold. "Because I've done it. I know what not getting information is like, knowing that there's dangerous shit out there, round that next corner, and the information that's being withheld might get me killed. " She picked Scott out of his chair with one hand and set him on his feet. "Now when these kids go looking for answers and stumble across things that might be over their heads, are you gonna be the one to explain to the parents why they died?" Scott's lips were a thin line. "No you won't." Faith went on, "You'll be too busy wondering why they went off half cocked looking for answers. You won't even think ,that had they known, they might not have died." Scott opened his mouth and she slammed a finger over it. "NO. No, you don't get to speak here. " She said eyes narrowed. "For all you wear those red glasses to make you see, your fucking blind Scott." She said taking her hand away and Scott almost fell; as she released the hand that had held him, feet barely touching the floor.   Faith left the dining room with out another word, followed closely by St. John.

"Are you ok?" St. John asked after a moment of following the dark haired woman. Faith shook her head.

"Sorry." She said gruffly.

"Don't be." St. John said. "He deserved that."

"Not all of it, but most of it." Interrupted a new voice. "Very impressive Cherie. Gambit has never seen such fire." Gambit smiled at Faith who raised an eyebrow at him.

"Gambit, this is Faith." St. John said softly. "Faith, that's Gambit."

"Nice to meet you." Faith said, as the turned a random corner. "Where are we going anyways? Weren't you on the roof last night?" She asked, first to St. John, then to Gambit.

"The library." St. John answered, opening a door for her.

"Yes Cherie, Gambit was on the roof last night." Gambit said with a wink and  a grin. "Gambit has some question for you."

"Well Gambit can wait until there's a few more people who want answers." Faith said, rolling her eyes. "Do you always refer to yourself in third person?" Gambit nodded, and she snickered, then stopped. "your serious?" He nodded again. "Right, John-o, you can go and inform the populace that I'm in the library and I'll talk to groups of 10 or less every hour, until I get tired." St. John nodded and headed back the way they'd came.  Faith grabbed a large arm chair and collapsed into it. She glared up at Gambit then blinked. "What's with your eyes?" She said softly, her voice ice cold. "Are you a demon?"

"No no," Gambit said quickly,  "Gambit is just a thief. A mutant too." he grinned. "but mostly, just a thief."

here endeth this part. feedback is always appreciated