She wandered into Angel's room, to find him packed, and sitting on the edge
of his bed, head in his hands. She crossed the room and knelt beside him,
pulling aside his hands to gaze into his eyes. "What's up Angel? I've never
seen a call from Sunnydale get you so shook before. Don't feed me some lame
ass line about some big bad; something had to have happened otherwise you
wouldn't have blown us all off like that."
Angel sighed. He opened his mouth, and then shut it. He had been about to lie to her, but one look into those chocolate brown eyes, set in the face of the girl that he had come to regard as a little sister, and knowing that he was one of very few people that she trusted, and he couldn't do it. He opened his mouth to begin again. "Well, that was Giles on the phone," She nodded for him to continue. He took a deep breath and rushed on, "You know the dream you had, it must have been a slayer dream. Because Buffy's, well, she's gone Faith. She's dead."
Faith wiped away the blood tears that had started to fall. Angel needed her now. She could grieve later. Just then they heard the noises of the rest of the group reentering the office area. One of the perks of slayer and vamp hearing. With that they both stood and went to face the group.
The staff and friends of Angel Investigations convened on the main level of the Hyperion Hotel. Angel stood in front of them and explained what had happened to Buffy. Apparently she had gone head to head with a hell goddess. She had defeated the goddess, Glory, but not in time to keep a portal to hell from opening. She had then jumped into the doorway opened by the blood of her sister, who wasn't really human apparently, but a supernatural key. Her sacrifice of her blood, which was technically speaking, the same as Dawn's blood, closed the gateway. So with the slayer gone, Sunnydale suddenly needed serious help from those used to doing battle with supernatural forces before it became the haven for demons like Ft. Lauderdale was for the elderly.
They sat in silence, those from Sunnydale shocked by the enormity of what happened. Those that were not from the hellmouth silent in respect for their friends. Finally, the silence was broken by Faith. "Big guy, I'm all for going in like the cavalry, but the Scoobies are not going to be very happy to see me, especially since they don't know that I've gotten out of the big house."
Angel averted his eyes, "Well actually they do." She looked up at him shocked. He continued before she could lay into him for lying to her. "Just Giles though. He was in contact with me while you were still in prison. He wanted to know how you were doing. He knows mistakes were made by everyone and wanted to be kept up to date with your progress, so that eventually you could get back to slaying, if that was what you wanted. He didn't tell Buffy or any of the rest of the gang."
Faith visibly relaxed from the tense posture that she had adopted when Angel began his explanation. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it now, and it'll make things easier when we get to the 'dale, so I guess it's of the good. We'll talk about it later though Soul boy."
That decision made, the group of seven made their way to the still intact parking garage of the hotel and into the Suburban with darkly tinted windows so that they could begin their trip without a dish of vampire flambé.
Angel sighed. He opened his mouth, and then shut it. He had been about to lie to her, but one look into those chocolate brown eyes, set in the face of the girl that he had come to regard as a little sister, and knowing that he was one of very few people that she trusted, and he couldn't do it. He opened his mouth to begin again. "Well, that was Giles on the phone," She nodded for him to continue. He took a deep breath and rushed on, "You know the dream you had, it must have been a slayer dream. Because Buffy's, well, she's gone Faith. She's dead."
Faith wiped away the blood tears that had started to fall. Angel needed her now. She could grieve later. Just then they heard the noises of the rest of the group reentering the office area. One of the perks of slayer and vamp hearing. With that they both stood and went to face the group.
The staff and friends of Angel Investigations convened on the main level of the Hyperion Hotel. Angel stood in front of them and explained what had happened to Buffy. Apparently she had gone head to head with a hell goddess. She had defeated the goddess, Glory, but not in time to keep a portal to hell from opening. She had then jumped into the doorway opened by the blood of her sister, who wasn't really human apparently, but a supernatural key. Her sacrifice of her blood, which was technically speaking, the same as Dawn's blood, closed the gateway. So with the slayer gone, Sunnydale suddenly needed serious help from those used to doing battle with supernatural forces before it became the haven for demons like Ft. Lauderdale was for the elderly.
They sat in silence, those from Sunnydale shocked by the enormity of what happened. Those that were not from the hellmouth silent in respect for their friends. Finally, the silence was broken by Faith. "Big guy, I'm all for going in like the cavalry, but the Scoobies are not going to be very happy to see me, especially since they don't know that I've gotten out of the big house."
Angel averted his eyes, "Well actually they do." She looked up at him shocked. He continued before she could lay into him for lying to her. "Just Giles though. He was in contact with me while you were still in prison. He wanted to know how you were doing. He knows mistakes were made by everyone and wanted to be kept up to date with your progress, so that eventually you could get back to slaying, if that was what you wanted. He didn't tell Buffy or any of the rest of the gang."
Faith visibly relaxed from the tense posture that she had adopted when Angel began his explanation. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it now, and it'll make things easier when we get to the 'dale, so I guess it's of the good. We'll talk about it later though Soul boy."
That decision made, the group of seven made their way to the still intact parking garage of the hotel and into the Suburban with darkly tinted windows so that they could begin their trip without a dish of vampire flambé.