Disclaimer: I only own Angel in my delusions, that's why I hate real life so much.

Feedback: Feedback Addict here. C'mon I need a fix.

Spoilers: Story picks up where Season 3 Angel leaves off

Rating: R, strong R in some places

Written By: Amber

Pairings: mainly Wes/Faith, but more later

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As he figured she took him out to the dance clubs. He didn't really dance. Although, he rather wished he did when he saw how Faith was dancing. Wriggling about with her black leather pants and tight red top on. She certainly was a sight to see. Her dark shiny hair bounced, her cheeks were flushed from the movement. About 6 guys hung closely by. She could probably have her choice of any of them. But she's here with me, he thought with a grin. She danced on up to him and grabbed a hold of his shirt almost yanking him to a standing position. She danced in front of him for a minute, asking him to join her on the dance floor. He shook his head no as he blushed just a little, and a bunch of men who were watching dropped their jaws. She sat down next to him and they drank a bit.

"I figured it had been awhile since you had been out dancing. I remember how much you used to enjoy it." Wes said.

"Yeah, it's been quite awhile." She replied, feeling guilty after remembering where she had been last night. "Look, I'm having fun and all, but how about going somewhere where we can both have fun?"

"And where would that be?" He asked.

"We'll know when we find it, I guess." was her reply. They walked out together with at least a dozen eyes following them out.

They walked through the evening L.A. streets. It was warm with a nice breeze. They found an antique shop not to far away. Faith pulled Wes inside. Maybe there's some cool old thing you could teach me about or something. Antiques, not really Faith's thing, but she thought Wes would have a good time there. They looked about the store. They both decided it was more of a junk store than an antiques place as they left. The went to go get the Jeep when they heard something that made Faith stop in her tracks. She heard a low growl.

"Stay here Wes," she said. "I'll be right back."

"Be careful." he called after her, but she was already half way down the alley. So, he began to quietly follow her. She grabbed her stake and slowly entered the dark portion of the alleyway. She held her breath searching for the amber eyes of a vamp, or a werewolf. It really could be anything. She wasn't seeing much of anything. She heard Wes walking up behind her, and she turned to chastise him for following her into danger when she realized it wasn't Wes she heard. A huge vamp was standing right behind her. She barely came up to his chest he was so tall. Three more vamps came out from the shadows. They had all her exits blocked. She looked to see where Wes was, and if he was alright, but couldn't see around the big stupid vamp.

"Are you looking for a little fun back here?" The big one asked. She quickly hid her stake up her sleeve. He ran his hand down her face and she shuddered, "we could have lots of fun with you."

"Yeah, we could have fun making you scream," said one of the others. They all began laughing. She tried to keep her cool.

"Ya know, I'm not much of a screamer, but I'd sure like to try to make one of you scream. Who's first?" she asked. They looked at each other confused. She readied her stake. The big one grabbed at her. She let him pull her in towards him until she was sure he was focused on her neck. She buried the stake deep in his chest. He immediately turned to dust. She whirled around and stuck another one. Dust.

She readied for number 3 when the last one grabbed her from behind and sunk his teeth into her shoulder blade, tearing her skin. She grimaced from the pain but refused to scream out. He was drinking her quickly, she tried to think fast. Her arm was jerked around her back painfully, his sharp nails digging into her bicep, pulling her shoulder out of socket. The other vamp descended on her quickly. He grabbed her head turning it to the side baring her neck. Panic crept into her mind. She lifted her knee as hard as she could catching him in the groin, he doubled over and she delivered a kick to his jaw sending him flying into the nearby garbage. The one holding on to her stumbled from the force of her kick to his friend. As she stumbled back with him she felt him turn to dust as she fell into the arms of someone else. She looked up.

"Wesley," she said with a smile, which then turned to confusion. This was not Wesley. He quickly dropped her and finished the last vamp that was still laying in a pile of garbage. The younger man started down the alley toward where Wes was exchanging blows with a vampire. Wes kicked the vampire solidly in the stomach and shook his arm hard. A stake fell down his sleeve into his hand and was planted firmly into the vampire's heart before Connor could even get to him. Dust exploded around Wes and he looked up sharply to see Faith. She rolled over onto her side as the pain radiated through the open wound in her back where the vamp had taken out a chunk of skin. Wes rushed past Connor to Faith and lifted her back up and steadied her. She felt dizzy and felt the warm wetness seeping out of the wounds down her back and arm.

"Hey, who are you?" Faith asked looking at Connor who seemed stunned by their presence.

"Connor?" said Wes nodding his head towards him. "Good to see you."

"Do I know you?" Connor asked

"I guess you could say that." Wes retorted. "I wish I had time to discuss this all now, but I'm afraid I have some other business to care for at this time." He glanced down at Faith in his arms he began to help her to his Jeep. The blood she lost was darkening her vision.

"Don't take me to the hospital Wes. Please don't." She said, as she felt herself losing her battle for consciousness.

Connor leaped up onto a dumpster and over a nearby fence, out of sight.

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She awoke soon after to the sound of his Jeep door slamming shut. He pulled her door open and she looked up into his eyes. He looked rather frightened. She tried to get up by herself, but immediately felt the spinning coming back. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the house. It felt so good to be in his arms that she just let her head rest against his chest and closed her eyes listening to his heart beat rapidly. He brought her to his room and laid her into bed. He ran off to get his first aid kit that he only hoped would be enough. When he came back into the room he finally noticed that she was conscious.

"I'm okay. Really." She insisted. "I just feel a little dizzy. Good thing I'm a fast healer." She was lying a little. Her back was throbbing like crazy, but she didn't want to worry him.

"I still want to fix you up though, fast healing or not. Let's take a look, shall we? Do you feel like you can sit up yet, so I can look at your back?" he asked. She nodded. He helped her up and tried to hold her steady. The entire back of her shirt was soaked with blood. He slid his hand under her shirt and gently lifted it away from the bite. The bite was already healing over. It was really amazing. The wound heals before the blood is even dried he thought to himself. He wished he had those amazingly fast healing powers. Maybe he wouldn't have had to spend so much time alone in that damn hospital bed. That reminded him.

"So what do you have against hospitals?" he asked.

"Huh?" she asked.

"You said not to take you to the hospital. I was just wondering." he said.

"Oh yeah. Well I spent nine months of my life in one. Don'tcha think that's enough? Plus they just give me the creeps." she replied.

"Yes, I do know what you mean." was his answer. He finished the bandaging and offered her some pain medicine which she gladly took. He then grabbed one of his light blue button down shirts for her and brought it over to the bed.

"How about we get that bloody mess off of you and get you into something clean and dry?" he asked. They both felt uneasy about her undressing in front of him but they both realized that there was little choice since she couldn't raise her arms up without pain. He sat behind her as he slit the back of her shirt open and slid it down her arms. He gently ran his hand over the bandage, telling her she was going to be alright. He took his shirt and slid it up one of her arms at a time.

"You okay buttoning it on your own?" He asked.

"I think I can manage." she said smiling.

"So that was Connor out there?" She said suddenly as the memories suddenly popped back into her head. "Pretty impressive for a kid. Saved my ass for sure."

"Yes, Connor. He has a lot of his dad in him. The fight most obviously." Wes replied. "What did you think?" He asked her carefully. He wanted to know her honest opinion.

"Well, I certainly didn't see him as a threat when he was staking those vamps." She said. "I bet the council is way off with the whole Destroyer thing."

"Just remember, he may just be a boy, but he is also the spawn of two vampires, and has more scripture, scrolls, and prophecy written about him than perhaps anyone who came before him, or will come after him." Wes continued, "I just don't want you to underestimate him. He grew up in a horrible hell dimension where things are pretty black and white. Kill or be killed. The fact is that he killed his own father and Cordelia too, probably just because she got in the way.

"Well, at least now I know who I'm looking for. Maybe next time we meet, we'll actually be able to speak." Faith replied. "I still really don't know what to think of the kid."

"Well, I think....You really need to rest, get your strength back. You've lost a lot of blood." Wes interjected.

"You're probably right," she said with a sigh. He dimmed the lights and sunk down into the burgundy Victorian style chair.

"Wes?" she said.

"Yes?" he answered.

"Thank you...for everything. I had a wonderful evening. No one has ever gone through so much trouble for me."

"Anytime." He said.

He sat by her bed that night listening to her breathe. She slept and woke quite a bit. He gently lifted the covers to check her wounds. She woke as he lifted the bandage on her back but kept quiet as if she were sleeping. It was already about half way healed. Another day or two and there would be nothing but a scar. He gently pulled the covers up over her. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and sat back into the chair next to her. A smile came over her face that she couldn't help she couldn't fall back to sleep for what seemed like ages.