A/N: Thanks again for the feedback, gang! Sorry for the longer breaks between chapters-- classes are getting a tad hectic!!

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Tell me her future.

Wesley sat at his kitchen table, surrounded by open books and journals. He closed his eyes and brought his fingers to his throbbing temples. As he opened his eyes, he glanced down at his watch. He had been surrounded by these books for hours-- from the very moment he had stumbled in the door from work. For hours, he had flipped through references and cross-references. He had translated and transcribed.

Tell me her future.

Every journal, every translation, returned him to the very same spot. The apocalypse would come. The ultimate battle between good and evil would commence. The Chosen One turned Dark would enter the battle, forming an alliance. Then nothing. Vague references to destruction and obliteration. One text, roughly translated, proclaimed rivers of blood in the streets. Another made reference to an eclipse that would last for days, until the battle was done. But none, not one single translation he had come across so far had mentioned what was truly important to him. Which side would Faith be on?

He was in a race against Wolfram and Hart to find the answers, to find Faith's foretold future. By accident, he had found out just how much of a race when he happened to overhear a conversation in the hallway. A conversation between Lilah and Gavin. Wesley had listened intently as Lilah chided the man for not bringing her any new information on the prophecy. Apparently, Gavin knew even less than Wesley, and that gave Wesley a temporary sense of relief. Sooner or later though, Gavin would find the answers. Wesley just had to make sure he found them first.

And if he did find the answer, what then? If Faith happened to be on the side of good? It would be a relief to him and to her, but then, he would have to find some way for Wolfram and Hart to never get that information. With that kind of knowledge, they would hunt her down and slaughter her without hesitation.

But what if she was on their side-- what if she was foretold to destroy the world? That thought lingered at the back of his mind constantly, the fear of what that foretelling would mean. The fear of what he would have to do to prevent it…. Could he sacrifice one to save many? If the time came and the gates into darkness opened, would he be able to do it?

With a frown, Wesley turned his gaze to his scribbled writing in his notebook.

"Tell me her future," he mumbled.

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She hated working the night shift. There were barely any customers, which meant there were barely any tips. And it cut into her slaying time, and she hated that more than anything.

Thank God it was over.

"See you tomorrow Faith," Debbie called from her spot at the counter.

Faith waved goodbye as she eagerly strolled out of the diner, the sound of the chime above the door ringing as she stepped out into the night. She glanced down at her watch and smiled. She still had plenty of time. She could run home, change into something more kicking ass-oriented, and be on her way.

She listened to the sound of her sneakers scraping against the sidewalk as she started home. She went through her mental check list of weapons to grab as she turned a corner. Before she even got half way down the block, she stopped with an agitated sigh.

"Why is everyone so intent on stalking me?" she groaned without turning to face her follower.

Angel stepped from the shadows a few feet behind her, and Faith turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm not stalking you," he replied.

"So what do you call creeping in the shadows behind me?"

Angel did not respond.

"So what is this? I tell you to lay off Wes so you start on me now?"

Angel slipped his hands into the pockets of his duster. "No, I just have some questions I think you might be able to answer."

"Questions about Wesley," she frowned.

"Questions about why he's working for Wolfram and Hart," Angel corrected.

"I told you-- he has his reasons."

Faith turned to walk away, but Angel quickly reached out and grabbed her arm. Just as quickly, Faith turned and swung at him, her fist colliding with his jaw violently. Angel let go of her as the blood from his split lip seeped into his mouth. Faith stared at him, her eyes dancing between anger and an apology. When she spoke, however, she chose anger.

"Don't fucking touch me," she growled.

Angel gingerly touched his lip, wiping away the blood with his thumb. He chuckled darkly as he replied, "I almost forgot how hard a Slayer can hit."

"That was just a warning."

"I need to know what you know, Faith."

"Look, all I know is that there's a prophecy."

Angel's jaw clenched at the word. "A prophecy about what?"

Faith paused for a moment. "Nothing that matters to you."

"You're wrong, Faith. Whatever it is, it matters to me."

"Why the hell should it?"

Angel watched her for a moment, studying her. "He hasn't told you, has he?"

"Told me what?"

"Why he's not working for me anymore."

"I didn't ask."

"Maybe you should start asking," Angel replied before strolling away, leaving Faith alone.

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The knocking woke him with a start.

Wesley's eyes shot open. He lifted his head slowly as the page from the journal peeled away from his cheek. He glanced up at the clock over his kitchen doorway. Midnight. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering when the hell he had fallen asleep.

Knock. Knock.

With a deep sigh, Wesley pulled himself from the chair and stretched. He frowned as he made his way to the door. Only one person would be at his doorstep this late at night, and he wasn't in the mood for her right now. Maybe not ever again. He pulled the door open, preparing his best some-other-time speech.

"Faith?" he asked, staring at the girl in shock.

He couldn't help but look her over. She was still wearing her work uniform-- a knee-length white skirt with blue trim and a matching white blouse with blue trim around the collar. An innocent outfit that made him think not-so-innocent thoughts.

He cleared his throat as his eyes met her gaze. "What are you doing here?"

"Here's the deal, Wesley. I need to know the truth, and if you don't tell me the truth, I'll be forced to kick your ass."

"The truth about what exactly, Faith?"

"The truth about why you're one of the bad guys."

"Faith, you know I'm trying to figure out what's going on with this prophecy…."

Faith stepped past him and into the apartment. He closed the door and turned to her as she replied, "That's the only reason why. Because you wanted to find out my future? Because all of a sudden, you actually give a damn about what happens to the girl who tried to kill you?"

Wesley studied her for a moment, not sure what to make of her sudden lack of trust in him. He slowly crossed his arms over his chest. "Yes, it's the only reason why. Faith, what's going on?"

She sat on the arm of his couch, her fingers brushing back and forth across the smooth fabric. "So… you are doing this because of me?"

"Faith," he sighed and approached her. "I'm not doing anything because of you. I'm doing this for you-- to find out what's to come."

Faith smiled slightly as Wesley stood between her legs. She gently wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirt riding up high on her thighs. Wesley leaned down to kiss her, his fingers entangling in Faith's mane.

As their lips brushed, Faith whispered, "Liar. There's another prophecy."

"What?" Wesley asked, pulling away.

"There's another prophecy you're not telling me about," she replied as she unlocked her legs from around him. "Another prophecy that not only has Angel out for your blood but has him stalking me in search of answers. What is it?"

Wesley nodded, finally understanding. He took a step away from Faith. "Remember that long story that ended with me getting my throat slit?"

Faith simply looked at him in response.

"Well, that story is rather long."

"I got nowhere else to be," Faith said quietly.

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"Next time I ask for the truth, just lie to me," Faith frowned.

She ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass and sighed. Wesley shrugged and finished off his drink before sitting back in the kitchen chair.

"You wanted the truth," he replied.

She looked up at him. "Yeah, but I didn't expect the truth to be so fucking unreal." She paused, tilting her head slightly. "So Angel has a kid out there?"

Wesley nodded. He reached into the center of the table, grabbing the wine bottle. He refilled Faith's glass before refilling his own. The last drop of wine fell to his glass and he placed the empty bottle back onto the table.

"Amazing, huh?"

"Wes, I don't even think amazing covers it." She took a large sip from her glass before sitting forward. "So, Angel did the deed and had a kid, and yet we're still sitting here. Pretty calm and alive considering what happened the last time Angel got groiny."

"I don't know how to explain it. Apparently, he found a loophole."

"Lucky us," Faith frowned.

"Yes." Wesley sipped from his drink before asking, "So, did you tell him about the prophecy?"

"No." Faith turned her gaze to her glass as she gently swirled the liquid.

"Really?"

"It was none of his business," she mumbled.

"So… you didn't tell him because it was none of his business, or you didn't tell him because you didn't want him to know?"

Faith looked up at him, a deep frown on her lips. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that maybe you didn't tell him because you didn't want him to know. That you believe if you tell him that you are possibly foretold to destroy the world that that would somehow make it more true."

Faith rolled her eyes and sighed. "You're starting to sound like my therapist."

"Perhaps I should start charging you then."

"Perhaps you could shove it," she smirked. Her smirk softened as she asked, "So are there any other sagas I should know about?"

"I believe that was it." He paused as he watched her finish off her drink. He smiled softly at her as he asked, "So, will I be showing you to the door tonight?"

"What do you think?" she asked, returning the smile.