Faith (Patricia) Halliwell, A new Destiny

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Title: Faith (Patricia) Halliwell, A New Destiny

Author: Darklight

Rating:

Pairing: Faith/Cordy eventual my goal.

Email: dmiovski@zonnet.nl

Content: Crossover Angel/Charmed

Summary: A possible reason why Faith lost it and went off to the dark side, her slayer part and the things she inherited from her mom and dad and the family she belongs to were never meant to be together.

Spoilers: Season 3 BtVS some regarding Faith.

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. Only the story idea is mine.

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.

Feedback: Send them to me.

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The Powers, the Elders or whoever is in charge up there screwed up royally when they called Faith as the next slayer.

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It's midnight, the guards made their last rounds hours ago and the halls are deserted. There is no light only darkness and the moonlight that filters through some of the windows, gives live to shadows. All the inmates have been locked up in their cells and are sleeping, only one person is awake in the cellblock, Faith.

Faith's all by herself and still awake at this late hour, not being able to sleep. Faith's laying on her back on top of her bunk holding her hands behind her head looking up at the ceiling.

'Only nine hours to go till I'll be released and I can finally leave this place for good.'

They couldn't hold her any longer, there was no evidence of what so ever linking her to any crime she committed, the Mayor made sure that every scrap of evidence was destroyed.

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In the six months Faith was a guest of the state she had a lot of free time when she was locked up in her cell during the day and night, needing very little sleep Faith was for most of the night awake and bored.

So with all that free time on her hands and nowhere to go she started to think about what had happened to her and the things she did in Sunnydale, but she never allowed herself to dwell on those thoughts to long and occupied herself with other things. Training in the gym could only keep her mind occupied for a short period.

And then there where a lot of other things to occupy her time, keep her busy and distract her from thinking to much about the past.

If someone had told me that I would be able to do all those things, I wouldn't have believed them and made them out to be crazy.

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It all started around two weeks into my stay, something happened, the why or how I'm still unsure about. I woke up one morning and for the first time in a long time everything was clear again. I was able to think clear like some burden was lifted of me.

Everything was sharper around me the colors more vibrant, the way I saw things, smelled, felt, heard and tasted. All my sense were incredible sharp, touch, taste, sight, smell, hearing the whole package. My slayer senses where like nothing compared to how I experienced the world now.

The best thing about my new senses where hearing and sight, being in prison, I really missed one thing the most, there was no music. Whenever I needed to relax or get rid of some excess energy I went to a club and burned it off by losing myself in the music. In prison there was no music of any kind.

But at any given moment some of the guards had their radios turned on to some radio station with music. When the hearing kicked in the first time, I zoned out totally, listening to the music, couldn't tell you what song was that was playing even if I wanted.

The next thing I did was trying to find out where music was coming from, took me some time but I did locate it, it was from one of the outer watch towers.

That was also the moment I found out that my new senses where something else entirely. Hearing the music that far away through a couple of walls and through all the other loud noises you normally had was something I couldn't have done with my slayer senses and I liked it.

I also immediately found out the draw back to my new abilities. An idiot of a guard used his nightstick to bang on the cells steal bars, the sudden sound almost knocked me out and caused me to lose my hearing for the day. So before I was attempting that trick again I to had find a way around it happening again, zoning out losing track of my immediate surrounding and being surprised by any sudden loud noises.

It was a hell of a task dividing my attention to the different tasks, it was like I was standing there and looking at myself performing numerous tasks at the same time. Homing in on the sound I want to hear and at the same time listing to what was going on around me and in my immediate vicinity of me and where the sound was coming from.

Multitasking all of the different tasks caused me massive head ages for the first couple of days, using my brain in a total new way.

So when I tried my senses of sight I was better prepared, didn't want to get blinded by sudden shifts in light intensity, didn't work perfectly the first time I tried, needed more practice, but I didn't lose my sight for a day. The same went for smell, I had no interest to be hit by the odors of this place.

But with taste I made a big big mistake, I was hungry like I almost was every day and we were getting hot chilly. I forgot to turn my new taste buds down in the hast to eat, you didn't get such good grub every day so I took my first bite with my senses fully turned on. It was like I eaten 100 hot chilly paprika's, my whole face turned red, couldn't breath, sweat was pouring down my face and my eyes bulched out, almost out of their sockets. For the rest of the day I couldn't taste much of anything or use any of my other senses at all.

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Not zoning out when I use one of my senses and to keep from sensory overload when I use them was my top priority, in a fight any and both of them could get me killed very fast.

The basics of it I got really fast under my control, after my hearing and taste accidents, but it took me the rest of the 6 months to perfect it. And for the first time I had too start to use my brain a lot more and in different ways then I ever did previous.

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I know they all thought that I was dumb when I was in Sunnydale, they couldn't have been more wrong, I'm smart, almost the same as Willow. For some reason I simply didn't apply myself, it was like I operated totally on instinct and there was never anybody to encourage me to use my brain or show me how.

My first Watcher was the only one that tried and gave a damn about me and after her death I shut down a large part of myself. Not wanting to remember what happened to her.

However to find a way to control and use my new found abilities I had to start using my brain again, all my senses are tied to it and controlled to some extend by it.

To see, feel, taste, smell and hear was easy to make any sense of what I saw, heard, felt, smelled or tasted was another thing entirely and doing it all at the same time was a hell of a task. To process all the information I gathered with my senses I needed a lot of more knowledge than I possessed at the moment.

I had a basic base of knowledge through my teachings of my first watcher, so it was time to hit the books. The prison library was just the place to go, it was just remodeled and restocked, it was at least three times bigger than the one at Sunnydale high. So it had all the books I would need for my studies.

Got myself assigned to the library, at day I rushed through every book I could get my hands on, the subjects ranging from Law, Chemical, biology, science, mathematical, languages, Latin, Greek, History, Western and Eastern Philosophies, Mythology, normal books, paperbacks, magazines etc.

And at night laying in my bunk I went through them again in my mind digesting the information and making sense of the information I absorbed reading the books. It took me two months to read all the books, mainly because I didn't want anybody to find out about my abilities and what I was doing. It was fun and easy, not something I would have said about reading books or even have done in the past.

About a month into my stay I came into another power, because of my intense use of my new abilities, my mental and physical training, my body didn't get enough food from the meager meals provided by the prison as breakfast and dinner.

It wasn't much to begin with, but with all the extra work I was doing it became harder and harder to concentrate on what I was doing.

So I lay there in my cell alone, my tummy growling weakly telling me that it wanted to be fed and me in no position of getting more food, the hunger started to interfere with my studies and training.

So one night I was laying there again and started to imagine all the kinds of food I would give anything for to eat right this moment, like pizza, chicken, steak, potatoes and so on. I'd been doing that for the last week.

I really wanted to put my teeth in a big juicy pizza with everything on it, I could almost smell and taste the pizza. I couldn't remember wanting anything more at that precise moment than that pizza.

And then it happened, there was shower of lights and the pizza I was fantasizing for the last week was there, right in front of me I was holding a pizza, hot and juicy.

For the first few minutes I couldn't move, frozen, not believing what happened not wanting the sight of the delicious pizza to disappear. After a couple of minutes I knew it was real and I let all my senses going at it, and took a bite, I was in seventh heaven it was delicious. I just started on my last piece, when I thought a big coke would be perfect to wash down the Pizza with and before I finished the thought I held a big coke in my hand.

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So I had a new power and ability to figure out how it worked and where it came from. But for now I had fun with it. I experimented with calling all kinds of things too me, I knew I could conjure up food and drinks and in the weeks and months to come I ate every kind of food that I could think up, for once I would never ever be hungry again.

Once I had called a blade to me and the guards sprang a surprise inspection and I panicked for a moment wishing that the blade would disappear and it did.

After the inspection was over I called the blade again and it appeared again.

I also found out that I had the ability to move things from one side of my cell to the other, I did it with a pencil but larger objects shouldn't be a problem, but for now I couldn't test it yet.

Around the same time I almost finished reading all the books in the prison library another two abilities made their appearance.

One of the gangs that ruled the prison tried to kill me for embarrassing and beating up their leader and five others. For the most part I stayed away and out of the gangs. Not interested in joining any of them, that didn't stop them from coming after me. Most of them knew or were smart enough to leave me alone, in the first week I was there, lets say I wasn't in best of places at the time. Three big honchos thought I was easy prey, lets say after our meeting every bone in their bodies were broken and crushed. And parts of the wall and bars were crushed and ripped out.

Would have ended up in solitary if not for the reason that no guard in his right mind wanted to get anywhere near me. After seeing what happened to the three inmates and the room.

And the thing that I looked like an insane killer didn't help much either, like anything could set me off and send me on a killing spree.

So they did like nothing had happened. Or I think that is the reason, my memories of the incident are real hazy, the next morning was the day I could think clear again.

So I was cornered in the showers, one against fifteen of them, not really fair toward them, but they initiated the conflict. Didn't want any trouble with the guards, so I couldn't inflict a lot of damage on them.

Didn't take me long to render each and everyone unconscious. Not one broken bone in the lot of them, but I missed one thing, there was another inmate, a small mousy kind of looking girl barely eighteen years old. When they attacked me they threw a knife at me that I simply sidestepped.

The knife missed me but hit her square in the chest, she had enough strength to get the knife out of her before losing consciousness. After seeing all the blood I froze, all that blood reminding me of Finch, that lasted a couple of seconds before rushing toward her as fast as I could.

All that blood, me trying to stop the flow with my hands, when my hand touched her chest wound trying to stem the flow of the blood it happened.

Wanting and wishing the wound to be gone and then it happened my hands started to glow, I couldn't move being mesmerized by the glow. And before my eyes the wound started to close itself and heal and before I knew what happened the wound was gone and I had healed her. There was no evidence on her body of the wound or that she was ever was mortally wounded by a knife.

Don't know how long I sat there holding her and listing to her breathing and her heartbeat, not trusting my senses. At the moment I hadn't a lot of time to think about what I had done, the fight would alert the guards and they were coming.

I really didn't want to face them, right now I wanted to be back in my cell, not wanting to be here at this place and time. And the next moment I was in my cell, still holding onto the mousy one. Before I had really thought about what happened I wanted her back in her own cell and gone she was.

I looked in on her afterwards and she was alright and didn't have any recollection about what happened in the showers or how she ended up in her cell.

That same night I made my first trip outside of the prison, I couldn't stand being confided anymore, I needed to get out and the next moment I was out and standing on a roof of an apartment building somewhere in LA. It was to crowded and loud, too much people around. So I thought about the place I wanted to be and went there.

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I opened my eyes to see were I was now, I was standing on a cliff surrounding a circular lake about ten meters above the surface of the lake. And around the lake were trees so far I could see. Opposite to where I was standing there was a big waterfall, no sounds reached me of other people being anywhere near me, so for a radius of at least ten miles there was no one else but me here.

Taking in the silence and beauty around me, taking deep breaths of fresh air for the first time in a year or more.

Slowly taking in all the sights and sounds around me, the place was breath taking beautiful.

Seeing all the water I got out of my prison cloths and dived head first into the clear water of the lake and started to swim around.

Caught myself some fish and prepared them. After eating them I explored the place some more, when I was swimming I thought to have seen an entrance to a cave behind the waterfall and I made way toward it.

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The cave was perfect to stay in, it had much potential, taking a final look around I made my way back to my cell.

Over the coming four months I made lot of excursions outside of the prison, I gathered all my possessions I had from my apartment in Sunnydale, all the furniture and clothes I had there and brought them to my cave and started to transform it in a home for me.

Sometimes I went to the cave and enjoyed the quite and beauty of nature or working on making the cave more homey. Other times I went to cities and nightclubs to have some fun and enjoy the music and dancing, making sure to stay out of LA and SD. Other times again I went to libraries and looked up books, computers and gathered more knowledge, also started to collect and buy any books I could get my hands on about magic and demons and stored them in my place.

On other occasions I went hunting for vamps and demons to get back in shape and stay in shape, needing money when I would get out. I started to strip them first of all valuables and money they had before I staked them. It took some time to perfect my technique and in the beginning it went wrong a lot of times.

Now after being at it for four months I had around quarter of a million in cash left. All kinds of weapons and other items I liberated from demons and vamps. Being out there and taking out demons and vamps was fun. Felt alive for the first time in years.

But something was wrong when I was going after vamps and demons in the past, something was missing, the drive I felt as a slayer to hunt vamps and demons wasn't there anymore. The exhilaration of the slay was gone, but the powers and abilities where still there. I wasn't the slayer or a slayer anymore I was something else and I was free.

The thought of not being a slayer, didn't faze me as much as I thought it would, what really surprised me.

I thought it would .., I wasn't sure how it should have felt, but in the end it wasn't really such a big deal not to be the slayer anymore. I couldn't really get myself to feel real upset about it.

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On my search for books I also gather books about subjects like magic, spells, demons, vampires, prophecies and so on. Like I am fighting them and keep running into them on a regular basis, it wouldn't take long before running into situations I would need them.

Some I got from taking out demons and vamps and seizing their property others I bought from magic stores from all over the world. Rummaging through shelves in search of books that I didn't have yet, sometimes losing track of time and barely getting back in time for roll call.

What a change, in the past I would have done anything else than be in a library or reading books. And now I forgot the time and enjoyed searching for books and reading them.

My personal library at the cave started to become quite extensive, but I still didn't really get into the books or studied any of them.

Never had much use for magic and spells and if possible I tried to avoid them, till one night, I had nothing to do or planned and read all the normal books I had at the cave. So my eyes started to wander to the wall case that held all my books about magic, spells, demons, vampires and prophecies.

It took me over half an hour to get up and walk over there, looking at them, walking from one side to the other and let my hand touch one after the other till I came across it.

It wasn't as big as the other books, it was smaller thinner leather bound volume, with on the front cover a silver ring surrounded by three emerald green smaller rings.

When I let my hand pass over the books it somehow gave of a different vibe then all the others, like it held some power and the leather was smooth and soft, like it was calling out to me.

Holding it in my hands for a moment, trying to see if I could find out anything more, I opened it and read out loud the caption on the first page.

I was so focused on the book I missed how the whole cave was bathed in an intense white light, that dispersed as fast as it appeared.

On the first look the volume contained all kinds of spells and references to demons and other beings I never heard off or ran into when I was the slayer. And almost half was empty like waiting to be used by it's owner by adding spells and demons to it. The closest that I came up with, anywhere close to the demons described in book was the Bossman.

The sun was about to rise and I had to get back, taking a last look at the book, closed it and returned.

If Faith had stayed a moment longer she would have witnessed the rings starting glow and move together, weaving an intricate pattern with the silver ring being at the center.

The day went by in slow motion, I couldn't get my mind of the book I started reading, the day went by in a daze, it felt like time moved slower and slower and there was no end to it.

Finally the last round was made and the guards had left the block and I made my way to cave to get my book.

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Slowly reading through the book, it was written in two distinct styles, one male and one feminine, the writing was beautiful. Having read through the whole volume I selected a small levitation spell to see what would happen, if something would happen at all.

Looking around the cave and knowing that the spell could backfire in ways that couldn't be predicted. I had put a lot of time and work into making the cave my home and wasn't going to endanger it.

So decided to go outside if something would go wrong there wasn't a lot of damage to be made. Walked out of the cave and up the cliffs. Putting the book down I centered myself and focused my being and started to recite the spell out loud. Pouring as much of me in it as I could.

Opening my eyes and looking around I couldn't see anything different or floating, thinking that the spell didn't work, it started to float.

Thinking back to performing my first spell I was lucky the spell didn't cause a lot of damage, didn't want to think what could have happened if I had performed the spell inside.

It was a simple levitation spell according to my book. And what happened the whole lake went up fifteen meters straight into the air it was a sight to be seen. It didn't stay long in the air, but the sight was priceless. Now beside all the things I could do I also could do magic.

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So for the last month I searched high and low for any information regarding my powers and what I could and any knowledge of magic I could get my hands on.

I slowly started to get a hand at magic, I made progress with it, but compared to how I learned to use my other gifts it went very slow. Each day I got a little better and my understanding magic grew a little more.

After seeing what I did with a simple small levitation spell I wasn't going to use any of the other spells till I knew the extent of my magic. If I used on of the other spells I could wipe out all of LA and not even wanting to do it. Magic was defiantly my most powerful unpredictable power.

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What did I find out about all the powers I got?

The powers to move from place to place, heal mortal wounds, call things to me in a shower of lights, I couldn't find anything on them. Only some reference to a couple of witches, the Charmed Ones and San Francisco. Nothing concrete, but I will have to start somewhere, when I'm released, so I'll be heading there to find out more it's mine only lead.

But on my enhance senses I did find something more a paper by someone called Blair about Sentinels, that fit with my powers and how I got them under my control. At least I now know where they came from, those powers are genetic.

Now I only have to find out where my other powers came from and my ability to do magic, I have a nagging suspicion that when I find the answer to one the other also will be explained.

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So now I'm her laying on my bed, my last night in jail, half the things I did before I'm not even able to recall why I did them, and the other half I can't get a clear memory off, bits and pieces are meshed through each other, can't make sense of them, maybe it's even for the best.

It has to do something with what's been happening to me, in some way it scrambled my brain and my ability to recall specific memories. Can't be that's something's wrong with my memory, found out that I have a photographic one. At least to the things after a woke up from my slumber, everything before that I have only my normal memory to depend on and my memory isn't very clear about that time.

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When did it go wrong, when did I lose my mind and control of my live.

Was it when I faced Angel and wanted to die, NO.

Was it when I fought Buffy in the church, NO.

Was it when I changed place with Buffy, NO.

Was it when I woke up from my coma, NO.

Was it when I ended up in a coma fighting Buffy, NO.

Was it when I worked for the Mayor, NO.

Was it when I killed Finch, NO.

Was it when I dusted Kakisto, NO.

Was it when I was betrayed by Post, NO.

Was it when I ran from Boston to SD, NO.

Was it when I witnessed Kakisto killing my watcher in front of me, NO.

Was it when I was found by my watcher, NO

Was it when I was called as slayer, ....



YES.

It all started when I was called, so being called as slayer caused something inside of me to go wrong, dull my senses and mind and let the slayer be in command.

Slowly I started to drift of and fell asleep.

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The next morning I gathered the meager belongings I had and was escorted to get my clothes which I had arrived in, half an hour latter all the papers where in order and I was escorted to he gate and let out. The gate was closed after I passed through it with a loud bang.

Standing there in the sun looking around and seeing no one, thinking I was finally free of this place.

Then I heard the sound of an engine coming my direction, looking toward the direction I heard the engine, I see Cordy driving Angels car, she didn't have a real happy face on, Angel had to have told her to come and get me.

Damn she even looks good when she's pissed off, the one thing I messed up royally, while in prison I tried the hardest not to think to much about her, I'll visit her in her apartment somewhere this week.

I have no interest to face any of the others for now, it will take her another minute or so to reach me. Taking a last look at the place I just left, I keep looking at Cordy, making sure that no one is looking at me and I was gone.

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A minute later Cordy arrives at the entrance and looks around, not seeing Faith anywhere.

"Where the hell is she?" Cordy takes out her cell phone and calls Angel telling him that Faith is nowhere to be found.

"Hey broodboy your favorite psycho isn't her." Getting out of the car and looking around for her.

"Don't call her that" you can hear Angel sigh at Cordy calling Faith a psycho.

"How should I call her"

Cordy gets in the car shutting Angel up and throwing the phone in the back.

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Faith appeared some distant of the prison, far enough for Cordy not to be able to see her but close enough for keeping her eye on her and listing to her talking to Angel and hearing her go at me.

"She's never going to forgive me or even give me a second chance?" Faith whispers and one solitaire tear starts its way from her left eye down her face.

Still looking at Cordy's face, hunched over the steering wheel, thinking she lost her for good, when her face appears behind the wheel.

Looking at her face there isn't a trace of anger that was there before, her eyes soften and show fear, sadness and concern. It's quite for a moment as Cordy utters the words that would change everything.

"Faith, wherever you are or went be safe, damn couldn't you wait." Cordy says with so much emotion and concern.

Starting the car Cordy puts up her Queen C face on and moves away from prison and disappears out of sight.

I have a second chance is the only thing I can think about for the moment as I watch Cordy drive off.

I've got a second chance and this time I'm going to do it right.

And I disappear in shower of lights and go home, for the first instance in a long time I was truly happy again.

The End for now