Faith's Traveling North, A Fresh Start.
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Title: Faith's Traveling North, A Fresh Start.
Author: Darklight
Rating:
Pairing: Faith/Phoebe eventually my goal, for now all Faith
Email: dmiovski@zonnet.nl
Content: Crossover
Summary: Faith gets released from prison and leaves LA and runs into the Charmed Ones. I rewrote the starting piece of a RPG.
Spoilers: None I can think of.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse & Buffyverse & Charmedverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt & Spelling. No infringement is intended, no profit to be made. The story idea belongs to me.
Distribution: www.fanfiction.net, otherwise inform me where my fic goes so I can look it up.
Notes: Not really a writer, but I have some idea's about things I would like to happen on the show, what could have happened and no one wanted to take such detailed challenges I made out of the idea's, so I started to write them myself. Rewrote the Faith part of a RPG "abc" starting piece by Kit that I never got the chance to post before the group simple disappeared. Had prepared some written pieces to use, and liked what I had written and possible directions I came up to move Faith in the game so I made it into my own Fic.
Thanks: Thanks to Sigma, who offered to Beta my fic, the results where awesome.
Feedback: Send them to me.
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**Chapter 1**
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Faith was bored out of her skull. As usual, she was stuck in her cell. There was absolutely nothing to do there except sit, looking at the walls and wishing that she would be let out of her cell for the day.
She was a quick learner and had figured out early in her stay that kicking the crap out the other inmates just wasn't worth it. It was bad enough being locked up in her cell all day, and solitary confinement was way worse.
It simply wasn't worth the hassle.
But, the time she'd spent there did help her get in touch with her Slayer senses. She could now make 3-D pictures in her head of the surrounding areas. If she wanted to, she could probably go anywhere with her eyes closed and still not walk into anything. Kinda like that Daredevil guy in those comic books she loved to read as a child.
Since she was so bored, she'd practiced a lot, too. By now, she could locate any inmate and guard in the whole complex and was even able to identify who they were.
With one glance, Faith could identify if they were a threat, how strong they were, and what kind of human or demon or whatever they were. It had only taken six months of pretty much 24/7 training to develop it. Well, she did take breaks for sleep and food, but she still had tons of time on her hands.
She'd made quite a reputation for herself, and most inmates preferred to stay away from her. Around her hung an air of power, danger, certain death, and madness that was palpable to any sane person that looked at her. Not that anyone sane messed with her anyway...not after she put a bunch of them in the infirmary. None of them ended up dead, although, after she had finished with them, some wished they were.
That little skirmish had put her in solitary for a couple of weeks.
After that, Faith had behaved. As much as she ever could be said to behave.
She established a certain pattern that she followed every day, working out to the limits of her endurance. It was her only way let off steam about the stress, boredom, and tension of being cooped-up 24/7.
Channelling all that excess energy into working out also gave her a lot of relief from the tedium of prison life. Here, every day was the same: wake up, eat, work, eat, work, eat, sleep then start over again. There was the occasional riot, but those were few and far between.
Faith could only bide her time until she'd finally be released and leave this place for good.
At first, she'd really enjoyed Angel's visits, thinking she finally had someone who cared about her...thinking she could finally trust someone. Then he stopped coming. No explanation, not even a half-hearted apology.
For weeks, she thought something had to have happened to him. He wouldn't just stop coming to see her; he'd promised. Even after he missed another visit...and yet another, she still made up excuses. He couldn't have just left like all the other people who had "cared" about her...could he?
One of the things she missed most about his weekly visits was the way they broke up the monotony of her life. Angel would always have something funny to tell her, and he'd listen to whatever she had to say. Even if it was the same tales over and over--nothing ever happened here--he still listened to her spinning her stories.
After six months, though, she gave up on him. All the brownie points he'd earned with her just evaporated. She knew he wouldn't come back.
For that reason, Faith was rather surprised when the guard showed up and informed her that she had a visitor.
Not that she was complaining, but 24 weeks late was a bit excessive. Maybe he'd come to explain why he hadn't come.
She followed the guard to the visiting room, mentally preparing the speech she was going to give to Angel.
When she entered the room, though, she saw someone she definitely hadn't expected: Lilah, the lawyer-bitch from Wolfram and Hart!
There was no Angel anywhere, just the evil woman who'd hired her to kill him.
Faith almost spun around and left. However, her curiosity was just too strong. She stared at Lilah, trying to figure out why she was here. She really did need something to break-up the tedium.
And, hey, if Faith hadn't been hired to kill Angel, he probably wouldn't have been able to help her get her life on the right track. She would have been consumed by her darkness and ended up dead in next to no time taking a lot of innocent with her.
Maybe she did deserve to at least give the bitch a chance. Shrugging to herself, she made her way over toward the table and sat down. It was something to keep her out of her cell for a while.
She'd listen. For now. After all, she could always smash the lawyer's head in.
"Hello Faith. Enjoying prison life?" Lilah purred.
Faith gritted her teeth, choking down an overwhelming desire to throttle her. Lilah was soooo close to being killed, just for opening her stupid mouth. Now she knew what the Bossman--the Mayor, that is--meant when he said that lawyers were minor demons. Real pests to have to deal with, but necessary pests.
"What do you want?" She growled, silently repeating her mantra over and over in her mind: Don't kill her, don't kill her. The satisfaction wasn't worth solitary.
Lilah just kept smiling perfectly, annoying Faith even more. "Don't worry, Faith dear. All your problems are over now...well, the ones here at least." She pulled a piece of paper out of her briefcase and slid it over to her. "The warden is processing your paperwork as we speak. You're a free woman, Faith."
She was prepared for just about anything but that. She just stared at the paper in disbelief. The lawyer chick must be playing a joke on her.
But, just then, one of the guards came in, looking furious. "You're out of here, Wilkins. Seems like there was some kind of misunderstanding or something. The judge has dropped all charges against you. Now get out of here before I throw you in solitary." The guard told her, not being very happy about it, considering the way he was grinding his teeth.
Still not believing it, Faith kept looking from Lilah to the guard and back again.
The lawyer pulled a sheaf of papers out of her briefcase and handed them to Faith, who silently took them.
"We were instructed by the former Mayor of Sunnydale--a very good client of Wolfram and Hart--to take care of any and all problems regarding a certain Faith Aisling Wilkins, who would be you. Furthermore, we were told to give you these papers and a box, which you will receive when the paperwork is completed. I think it would be best for everybody involved if you left LA as soon as possible and never came back. Here's some money so you can get going, buy some new clothes, and something to eat. Do try to dress like something other than trailer trash." She swept out of the room, not even deigning to give the newly ex-convict another glance.
Faith stared at the papers in her hand, while the guard glanced at his watch impatiently.
What should she do next?
Lilah was right about one thing: there wasn't anything keeping her here. Angel hadn't contacted her for months. He hadn't even bothered to reply to her letters.
There certainly wasn't anything in the prison to hold her there. After all, her personal stuff had been confiscated when she'd arrived. Shrugging, she followed the guard toward the reception area, where the mysterious box was waiting. She really was curious about that. As she'd discover later, the Bossman had left her quite a bit more than that.
When they arrived, Faith almost laughed out loud. The guards had been trying to lift the backpack with the Bossman's box. It didn't want to be moved.
She just watched as four guards helplessly struggled to lift it even a centimeter off the floor. It was really quite funny watching their faces become redder and redder with strain and embarrassment.
She bit her lip hard to keep from bursting into laughter. They just kept trying, and more guards kept coming over to help...but it just wouldn't budge.
Finally having enough of the show, she called in her sweetest voice, "Would you mind if I pick it up, so I can finally leave?"
The guards took a good look at her and smiled. There was no way the slim girl would be able to lift it.
Faith leaned over the counter and lifted it one-handed. Glancing inside, she saw the box as she put her papers inside. She wasn't going to look at either of them right now. She left that for another day.
Meanwhile, the guards were staring at her, as if really seeing her for the first time. They seemed almost fearful, finally realizing how much power and strength really was inside her slim frame. Some of the guards went pale when they thought back at their treatment of her.
Her release was one of the fastest in the prison's history. Within an hour, she was walking out the door, wearing the trademark black she had arrived in.
Faith stood silently as the door swung shut behind her with a loud bang. She was actually free. What was she going to do now?
She glanced around, then spotted exactly what she was looking for: a fast food joint. It was only a mile or so away, and she was starving.
Food first, anything else she could take care of later.
She started walking toward the joint.
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She strolled into the joint and licked her lips as the smell of greasy food wafted by. Her mouth started to water at the smell.
The waitress at the register smiled at her. "So, honey, what'll it be?"
"Give me ten quarter-pound burgers with everything, ten large fries, and three large colas."
The waitress looked a bit startled by the amount of food Faith ordered, but hurried off to fill the order.
About fifteen minutes later, Faith got her food. She started to inhale her food, six burgers, six fries, and one coke disappearing like magic as her slayer hunger kicked in. Faith missed dinner yesterday and, because of Lilah's little visit and her release she'd missed breakfast, too. It was some time ago that she'd eaten last.
Once she wasn't starving, she slowed down and began to enjoy the rest of her food. In another thirty minutes, she was done, made a finale pit stop and left, heading down the LA streets.
Faith had begun to hate this place. From the moment she had arrived, she'd gotten nothing but grief from it. Sometimes she wished she'd run the other direction when she was fleeing from Kaskistos.
Trying to make sure no one she know saw her, she headed for nearest railroad tracks, although she stopped at a convenience store to stock up on some junk food. She then walked along the tracks, looking for a crossing.
At last finding one, Faith stayed low to the ground, watching for trains heading away from LA. Pretty soon, a cargo train rattled by, and she jumped onto one of the cars and pulled herself onto the top.
"Yes! I finally left!" She whispered exultantly to herself.
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Title: Faith's Traveling North, A Fresh Start.
Author: Darklight
Rating:
Pairing: Faith/Phoebe eventually my goal, for now all Faith
Email: dmiovski@zonnet.nl
Content: Crossover
Summary: Faith gets released from prison and leaves LA and runs into the Charmed Ones. I rewrote the starting piece of a RPG.
Spoilers: None I can think of.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse & Buffyverse & Charmedverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt & Spelling. No infringement is intended, no profit to be made. The story idea belongs to me.
Distribution: www.fanfiction.net, otherwise inform me where my fic goes so I can look it up.
Notes: Not really a writer, but I have some idea's about things I would like to happen on the show, what could have happened and no one wanted to take such detailed challenges I made out of the idea's, so I started to write them myself. Rewrote the Faith part of a RPG "abc" starting piece by Kit that I never got the chance to post before the group simple disappeared. Had prepared some written pieces to use, and liked what I had written and possible directions I came up to move Faith in the game so I made it into my own Fic.
Thanks: Thanks to Sigma, who offered to Beta my fic, the results where awesome.
Feedback: Send them to me.
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**Chapter 1**
************
Faith was bored out of her skull. As usual, she was stuck in her cell. There was absolutely nothing to do there except sit, looking at the walls and wishing that she would be let out of her cell for the day.
She was a quick learner and had figured out early in her stay that kicking the crap out the other inmates just wasn't worth it. It was bad enough being locked up in her cell all day, and solitary confinement was way worse.
It simply wasn't worth the hassle.
But, the time she'd spent there did help her get in touch with her Slayer senses. She could now make 3-D pictures in her head of the surrounding areas. If she wanted to, she could probably go anywhere with her eyes closed and still not walk into anything. Kinda like that Daredevil guy in those comic books she loved to read as a child.
Since she was so bored, she'd practiced a lot, too. By now, she could locate any inmate and guard in the whole complex and was even able to identify who they were.
With one glance, Faith could identify if they were a threat, how strong they were, and what kind of human or demon or whatever they were. It had only taken six months of pretty much 24/7 training to develop it. Well, she did take breaks for sleep and food, but she still had tons of time on her hands.
She'd made quite a reputation for herself, and most inmates preferred to stay away from her. Around her hung an air of power, danger, certain death, and madness that was palpable to any sane person that looked at her. Not that anyone sane messed with her anyway...not after she put a bunch of them in the infirmary. None of them ended up dead, although, after she had finished with them, some wished they were.
That little skirmish had put her in solitary for a couple of weeks.
After that, Faith had behaved. As much as she ever could be said to behave.
She established a certain pattern that she followed every day, working out to the limits of her endurance. It was her only way let off steam about the stress, boredom, and tension of being cooped-up 24/7.
Channelling all that excess energy into working out also gave her a lot of relief from the tedium of prison life. Here, every day was the same: wake up, eat, work, eat, work, eat, sleep then start over again. There was the occasional riot, but those were few and far between.
Faith could only bide her time until she'd finally be released and leave this place for good.
At first, she'd really enjoyed Angel's visits, thinking she finally had someone who cared about her...thinking she could finally trust someone. Then he stopped coming. No explanation, not even a half-hearted apology.
For weeks, she thought something had to have happened to him. He wouldn't just stop coming to see her; he'd promised. Even after he missed another visit...and yet another, she still made up excuses. He couldn't have just left like all the other people who had "cared" about her...could he?
One of the things she missed most about his weekly visits was the way they broke up the monotony of her life. Angel would always have something funny to tell her, and he'd listen to whatever she had to say. Even if it was the same tales over and over--nothing ever happened here--he still listened to her spinning her stories.
After six months, though, she gave up on him. All the brownie points he'd earned with her just evaporated. She knew he wouldn't come back.
For that reason, Faith was rather surprised when the guard showed up and informed her that she had a visitor.
Not that she was complaining, but 24 weeks late was a bit excessive. Maybe he'd come to explain why he hadn't come.
She followed the guard to the visiting room, mentally preparing the speech she was going to give to Angel.
When she entered the room, though, she saw someone she definitely hadn't expected: Lilah, the lawyer-bitch from Wolfram and Hart!
There was no Angel anywhere, just the evil woman who'd hired her to kill him.
Faith almost spun around and left. However, her curiosity was just too strong. She stared at Lilah, trying to figure out why she was here. She really did need something to break-up the tedium.
And, hey, if Faith hadn't been hired to kill Angel, he probably wouldn't have been able to help her get her life on the right track. She would have been consumed by her darkness and ended up dead in next to no time taking a lot of innocent with her.
Maybe she did deserve to at least give the bitch a chance. Shrugging to herself, she made her way over toward the table and sat down. It was something to keep her out of her cell for a while.
She'd listen. For now. After all, she could always smash the lawyer's head in.
"Hello Faith. Enjoying prison life?" Lilah purred.
Faith gritted her teeth, choking down an overwhelming desire to throttle her. Lilah was soooo close to being killed, just for opening her stupid mouth. Now she knew what the Bossman--the Mayor, that is--meant when he said that lawyers were minor demons. Real pests to have to deal with, but necessary pests.
"What do you want?" She growled, silently repeating her mantra over and over in her mind: Don't kill her, don't kill her. The satisfaction wasn't worth solitary.
Lilah just kept smiling perfectly, annoying Faith even more. "Don't worry, Faith dear. All your problems are over now...well, the ones here at least." She pulled a piece of paper out of her briefcase and slid it over to her. "The warden is processing your paperwork as we speak. You're a free woman, Faith."
She was prepared for just about anything but that. She just stared at the paper in disbelief. The lawyer chick must be playing a joke on her.
But, just then, one of the guards came in, looking furious. "You're out of here, Wilkins. Seems like there was some kind of misunderstanding or something. The judge has dropped all charges against you. Now get out of here before I throw you in solitary." The guard told her, not being very happy about it, considering the way he was grinding his teeth.
Still not believing it, Faith kept looking from Lilah to the guard and back again.
The lawyer pulled a sheaf of papers out of her briefcase and handed them to Faith, who silently took them.
"We were instructed by the former Mayor of Sunnydale--a very good client of Wolfram and Hart--to take care of any and all problems regarding a certain Faith Aisling Wilkins, who would be you. Furthermore, we were told to give you these papers and a box, which you will receive when the paperwork is completed. I think it would be best for everybody involved if you left LA as soon as possible and never came back. Here's some money so you can get going, buy some new clothes, and something to eat. Do try to dress like something other than trailer trash." She swept out of the room, not even deigning to give the newly ex-convict another glance.
Faith stared at the papers in her hand, while the guard glanced at his watch impatiently.
What should she do next?
Lilah was right about one thing: there wasn't anything keeping her here. Angel hadn't contacted her for months. He hadn't even bothered to reply to her letters.
There certainly wasn't anything in the prison to hold her there. After all, her personal stuff had been confiscated when she'd arrived. Shrugging, she followed the guard toward the reception area, where the mysterious box was waiting. She really was curious about that. As she'd discover later, the Bossman had left her quite a bit more than that.
When they arrived, Faith almost laughed out loud. The guards had been trying to lift the backpack with the Bossman's box. It didn't want to be moved.
She just watched as four guards helplessly struggled to lift it even a centimeter off the floor. It was really quite funny watching their faces become redder and redder with strain and embarrassment.
She bit her lip hard to keep from bursting into laughter. They just kept trying, and more guards kept coming over to help...but it just wouldn't budge.
Finally having enough of the show, she called in her sweetest voice, "Would you mind if I pick it up, so I can finally leave?"
The guards took a good look at her and smiled. There was no way the slim girl would be able to lift it.
Faith leaned over the counter and lifted it one-handed. Glancing inside, she saw the box as she put her papers inside. She wasn't going to look at either of them right now. She left that for another day.
Meanwhile, the guards were staring at her, as if really seeing her for the first time. They seemed almost fearful, finally realizing how much power and strength really was inside her slim frame. Some of the guards went pale when they thought back at their treatment of her.
Her release was one of the fastest in the prison's history. Within an hour, she was walking out the door, wearing the trademark black she had arrived in.
Faith stood silently as the door swung shut behind her with a loud bang. She was actually free. What was she going to do now?
She glanced around, then spotted exactly what she was looking for: a fast food joint. It was only a mile or so away, and she was starving.
Food first, anything else she could take care of later.
She started walking toward the joint.
*****
She strolled into the joint and licked her lips as the smell of greasy food wafted by. Her mouth started to water at the smell.
The waitress at the register smiled at her. "So, honey, what'll it be?"
"Give me ten quarter-pound burgers with everything, ten large fries, and three large colas."
The waitress looked a bit startled by the amount of food Faith ordered, but hurried off to fill the order.
About fifteen minutes later, Faith got her food. She started to inhale her food, six burgers, six fries, and one coke disappearing like magic as her slayer hunger kicked in. Faith missed dinner yesterday and, because of Lilah's little visit and her release she'd missed breakfast, too. It was some time ago that she'd eaten last.
Once she wasn't starving, she slowed down and began to enjoy the rest of her food. In another thirty minutes, she was done, made a finale pit stop and left, heading down the LA streets.
Faith had begun to hate this place. From the moment she had arrived, she'd gotten nothing but grief from it. Sometimes she wished she'd run the other direction when she was fleeing from Kaskistos.
Trying to make sure no one she know saw her, she headed for nearest railroad tracks, although she stopped at a convenience store to stock up on some junk food. She then walked along the tracks, looking for a crossing.
At last finding one, Faith stayed low to the ground, watching for trains heading away from LA. Pretty soon, a cargo train rattled by, and she jumped onto one of the cars and pulled herself onto the top.
"Yes! I finally left!" She whispered exultantly to herself.
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