"Faith, don't be stupid. We're coming with you." Giles opened the weapon's chest and starting handing out axes, swords, and crossbows from Buffy's personal collection.

"Na uh uh, Giles. My gig, remember?"

"Don't 'na uh uh' me, young lady. We are coming with you; and that's final."

Faith looked surprised as everyone in the room went up to Giles to get their weapons without discussion. Phoebe quietly pulled Faith aside.

"I know you're freaked out about all this, but we'll figure everything out."

"Why'd you think I was freaked?"

"You look like a deer in headlights."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. See? We even fight like sisters."

Faith was utterly unprepared for that. She shrugged and picked up her short sword, and put stakes in her pockets.

Angel quietly slipped out the door.

"Where the hell is he going?" Faith snapped.

"To get Buffy. He'll be back in a few minutes. We can wait until then." Giles said. He sat down and waited.

As soon as they got back, Faith walked out the door and called over her shoulder, "Come on already! If you want to play follow the leader, then fine. But keep up."

Buffy ran to catch up with her.

"You ok?"

"When have you ever cared about that? First good ol' Wesley breaks me out of jail, more or less. Then Angel brings me here to help you fight evil. Then I find out I have sisters, and now you're asking if I'm ok. Which, by the way, is the weirdest of them all. Jail was more fun. And less confusing."

"You forgot about the part that you probably have magical powers, like Prue, Piper, and Phoebe."

"Oh god." Faith moaned. "I can't deal with all this. Too, too much. Slayer- brain overload."

Buffy laughed. "Yea? Well how do you think I feel? My ex-vampire-boyfriend shows up in town without any warning. Fun times for me, too."

Buffy realized that she was having a civilized conversation with Faith. One more thing to add to the string of strange occurrences. She turned to see what everyone else was doing. Piper was towards the back with her sister, Prue. She was walking slowly, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. Phoebe had her arm wrapped over Piper's shoulders, and was talking softly to her. Faith followed Buffy's look and nodded.

"I can't imagine. Well, I sort of can. This is horrible for her. At least when I killed Angel we weren't, like, married. But they..." Buffy broke off.

"I know. Life sucks sometimes. Most of the time, actually. But look on the bright side-now we go 'avenge' his death. Can a dead guy 'die', or is it something else?"

"No, Whitelighters can die. We're just a lot harder to kill." Amanda came up beside the Slayers and started walking with them.

"Yea. That poison stuff, right?"

"Right. Hurt's like hell, too."

Faith and Buffy stopped in their tracks.

"You got that poison in you and you're still here?" Faith asked.

Amanda grimaced. "Not a fun story. Trust me."

Buffy stared at her. "You're joking, right?"

"I wish." The Whitelighter shuddered at the memory.

Amanda dropped back to talk to Willow and Tara about the protection spell they were going to cast. Hopefully it would work better than the first time. s