Disclaimer: Still don't own the characters! Someday I'll get this body switching spell down. However I'll probably be as old as Marcus when I do. *sigh*

Feedback: Please! Please! Please! Life without feedback is like Angel the Series without Wes.

Spoilers: Story picks up where Season 3 Angel leaves off

Rating: R, strong R in some places

Written By: Amber, *looks in mirror* yup, still not Joss

Pairings: Wes/Faith for now

A/N: I feel like this story starts kind of slow, but I also feel it gets better as it goes along. Thanks for reading. No update on the weekends, but first thing Monday I'll put another chapter up.

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She insisted on taking the couch. Faith already felt like she was overstepping her bounds. She was actually surprised that he offered her a place.

It felt good to finally be out. To be free was exhilarating, except for the nagging voice in her head that kept saying she didn't deserve to be free. Maybe the voice was right, but she also felt that maybe she could make a bigger difference out in the world. Maybe she could be more like Angel was, trying to right her wrongs. After all she was a slayer. She needed to fulfill her destiny.

She got up from the couch, it was still before dawn and a bit chilly. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her as she walked past Wesley's room. The door was cracked open. She looked in. He was sleeping soundly, but even in sleep he looked as though he ached. She had the strangest feeling of sorrow for him. As though she wanted to take all that pain away from him. She shook her head, amazed at how much she had changed in the last two years. It wasn't that long ago that she wanted to make him ache and actually had. She supposes that she was just trying to push those away who tried most to be close to her.

She wondered if Wes really had ever cared for her though. She had always got the vibe that she was more his project than anything. Although she really wouldn't know if someone did care for her, it's not like it had happened very often in her life. She decided starting right now that Wesley was what she cared about. She needed to make his life better to begin healing herself. He began to stir, she hurried away and laid back on the couch and pretended to be asleep.

Wes lifted his heavy eyelids, he was in a cloudy haze. It took him a second to remember about the events of the evening before. He woke because he had the eerie feeling that someone was watching him. Now he wondered, was she in his room, or even still here at all. He slowly raised his head and looked about. Nothing, he let out the breath he had been so carefully holding. He heard a creak from the living room from the couch. He decided it must be her sleeping and he was just overreacting. He lay his head back down and drifted off again.

He awoke again and looked at his clock. It was about 8:00 a.m.. He wondered if Faith was up yet. He pulled his pair of jeans on from the night before and peeked out to check. She was gone. Disappointment came over him. I was a fool to think she'd stay, he thought. Just then a knock at the door. He almost tripped trying to get to the door. There was Faith with donuts.

"Hey" she said while walking into the house. "I hope that you don't mind but I had to borrow $5.00. I wanted to make you some breakfast but I can't really cook and I'm trying to stay on the good side of the law." She was still wearing her clothes from the day before and it occurred to him that it was probably all she had.

"The Watcher's Council didn't give you anything to get you started?" He asked.

"No." she said as she shook her head. "But it's five by five, at least they got me outta that hell hole. I'll just get a day job or something. Help you out with the rent. Roomies, you and I. What'cha think?"

"I think we need to do some shopping today and get you some gear if I'm going to be your watcher again." Wes answered. He gave her a smile and she smiled back. It felt strange to smile. It seemed like ages since he had smiled. It probably had been.

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They walked into the crowded shopping mall. Faith felt weird letting someone else take care of her. She wanted to reject his offer to get her the things she needed, but she really had no choice. It was this, or lift it like she used to. But she really didn't feel like getting into trouble with the law again.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked Wesley when she saw the uncomfortable look in his eyes. He cleared his throat.

"Take you shopping? Yes. Deal with this shopping mall filled with these horrible mall walkers? No." was his answer as he stood stiffly for a moment. He reminded her of the old Wes for a minute.

"Well I guess we should just get this over with quick then. I don't want to be a pain." She said.

"Faith you are anything but a pain. I'm glad you came to me, and I'm happy to be able to help you. Now shall we?" Wes gestured forward and started walking into the mall.

"You are a brave man," she said with a laugh.

Store after store they traveled too. Getting everything she could need. Wesley felt almost proud. He had never had the opportunity to provide for anyone before. It feel rather good. He had thrown out all her old things in her small bag from jail. He told her he wanted her to start completely fresh. So here they were buying hairbrushes, toothbrushes, make-up, clothes, work out things. Wes tried his best to keep up with her but she was just a ball of energy. He almost forgot he was at the mall for awhile. A few hours later and they were done.

That wasn't too painful he thought, other than the underwear part. She bought these little black thongs. She picked them up stretching them between her slim fingers. He tried distracting himself, turning his back to her and looking across the aisle at a leather jacket he thought she would love, but he couldn't help but let his imagination wander. He had to use the bags he was carrying to cover himself so as not to expose his growing excitement over those thoughts. He excused himself and told her he'd be right back. She had giggled to herself. She knew she was going to embarrass him when she got to this part, but it was just what she wore. Wes came back a few minutes later with a smile on his face, and a new leather jacket in a bag he was saving for later.

Faith thanked him about a thousand times on the drive home for getting her so much. Wes joked with her, "if you can give me you solemn promise to never torture me again, we'll call it

even." He then changed the subject to training schedules and slaying. He needed to get his mind back on track. She was his slayer and he planned on treating her as such. He needed to stop thinking with his cock. He knew where that had gotten him last time he let it make the decisions. He shuddered at the thought of Lilah. He was not going to make that mistake again!

They arrived home and the message light was blinking on the machine. Wes walked by and gave it a tap while setting down packages. Lilah's voice purred over the machine, "Hello Wesley. I heard the little assassin is out and about. Geez, I hope she's not there right now, torturing the shit out of you" she laughs. "I was beginning to enjoy the extracurricular activity we were having. Wouldn't want her to injure anything I could use."

Christ Wes though, you just think of the devil and she appears. He was rather embarrassed having Faith just heard that message.

"So those lawyers keeping pretty close tabs on you?" Faith asked nonchalantly.

"Always. I'm quite sure she already knows you're here and is just trying to irritate you. Either that, or she's just jealous." Wes told Faith.

"You and Lilah?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

"Unfortunately. But never again." He replied.