Title: What If? Part 5
Author: Faith, Faith_Dru@lycos.com
Disclaimer: BtVS and AtS both belong to Joss Whedon. The only thing that belongs to me is the story idea
Distribution: Ask and you shall receive
Rating: PG-13..a little language
Pairing: don't know maybe F/A
Season/Spoilers: This is set after Faith kills that man but before she gets involved with working with the Mayor and before the counsel puts their ugly noses into the situation. Everything up to that point is the same...however Angel's the one that talks to Faith not Buffy. Also no B/A...'cause I don't like them together but they are friends.
Summary: What if Angel had gotten through to Faith?
Author's Notes: Thoughts, ^ Places/Time ^, [Actions]
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^ Angel's Studio ^
Faith looked up at the vampire with a soul and nodded her head. She knew that it was going to be a long hard road but she also knew that she needed to take it to feel better about herself. "I'm ready. What's first?" She asked seeing the war between the demon and the soul through his eyes.
"Okay. Tell me how you're feeling right now. Don't think about it, just say." Angel said knowing that he'd have to know if she has taken responsibility over the Deputy Mayor or not.
"I feel.." She started unsure how to say it but to just come out and say it. "I feel lost, that my body is split between two places. I feel that I'm falling down a deep, dark hole and I don't know if I can or will be able to get out." She finished.
Seeing truth in her eyes he spoke softly, "You can get out of the hole if you truly want to. I'm going to help you, you're not in as deep as you could be and that's a good thing."
"So there's hope for me?" Faith asked with a little humor in her voice.
"There's always hope if one believes they can change." Angel answered noticing that there was a spark in her eyes.
^ The Counsel's Hideout ^
"Ms. Summer's I realize that you're upset." Quentin started.
"You don't know anything about me." Buffy replied bitterly.
"I know that you are one of the most successful slayer's that we've ever had. I also know that you're covering for a rouge slayer that has murdered someone." He finished.
"I'm not covering for anyone. I don't know where Faith is, she could have run out of town. She could be on her way back to Boston. And you are wasting your time trying to butter me up." Buffy responded. "I'm sorry that we had a little accident while slaying, but holding me captive isn't helping the war against the forces of darkness. You can't leave the Hellmouth unprotected while I stand trial for something I had no control over." Buffy said hoping that they will listen to her.
Quentin just shrugged. "We'll leave in the morning."
"Mr. Travers?" Giles called.
"Yes, Mr. Giles?" He replied.
"Buffy would like to see her mother before she leaves." Giles stated in the most unlike Ripper way he could.
"Denied." He retorted.
"You think this is a court?" Buffy responded.
"Yes, I think this is the Counsel's Court." He replied causally.
"I would never beg the counsel for anything, but I have to tell my mom good-bye. Please. I've got no where to run, and no reason to." Buffy pleaded.
Quentin thought for a minute and then sighed his remark, "You can go. Under one condition."
"What is it?" Buffy happily replied.
"You take a member of the counsel and that doesn't mean Mr. Giles because he's staying here." He answered.
She looked at Giles, and saw him nod and she in turn responded, "If I've got your word that you won't kill him while I'm gone."
"Done. Besides, he's more productive if he's alive. If we were to kill him, we could count on the fact that you'd run." He responded. "Mr. Wyndom-Pryce you will accompany your slayer."
Nodding her compliance she held out her hand to have them remove the handcuff chains that were supposed to hold her down. Once that was done she turned to Wesley and said, "Lets go."
^ At The Hospital ^
"May I help you?" The head nurse asked.
"Yes, I'm here to see Joyce Summers, I'm her daughter Buffy." She replied then she caught the look and asked, "What?"
"Excuse me, I've got to talk to the doctor." She said hurrying away.
Figuring for the worse Buffy lightly kicked the counter trying to release some anger, but realized that kicking the counter like she was a girl didn't help. She turned to Wesley and said in a low dangerous voice, "If anything happens to my mom, when we leave they'll be finding another dead body."
Feeling really bad he responded, "I know you're upset and I want you to know that I didn't want to send the team after her. I wanted to tell her. But Mr. Travers didn't want me to give any information to your mom."
After that said she looked in to his eyes and found that he was telling the truth. Sighing she said, "I know and I'm sorry. It's been a hard couple of days with the counsel taking away everyone that I care about."
Putting his arm on her shoulder for support and comfort he said, "I understand."
"Ms. Summers?" A voice called.
Turning to see a tall man walking towards them she replied, "Yes. How's my mom?" Seeing him hesitate she said, "What is it? Just come out and tell me."
"I'm sorry to tell you but your mother passed away this morning. The drugs in her system were too much for her to handle." He said softly.
Not knowing what to say she turned a bolted out the door. "Buffy!" Wesley called after her. Turning to look at the doctor and said, "Is she really dead, or did someone call and tell you to pretend?"
"I..I was called a few minutes before you walked in and was told to stage her death. The man didn't tell me why." He replied looking at the ground.
"Damn!" Wesley whispered, then he looked towards the door that Buffy ran out of and told the doctor to take care of Mrs. Summers and then walked out after Buffy. Looking around for the petite blond he finally spotted her sitting down under the tree crying. Walking up to her he sat down next to her and whispered, "I'm sorry."
She looked up into his eyes and whispered, "She was special. She was trying so hard to accept me being a slayer and now I can't tell her anything. I'll never be able to talk to or see her again."
"I know. Buffy?" He whispered.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Go home, and get some rest." He said noticing the look in her eyes he continued, "Don't worry about Giles, I'll get him out."
Unsure of what to say she leaned over and hugged him. "I don't understand."
"I'll explain later, for now go home get cleaned up and once Giles and I are away from the Counsel I'll give you a call. Don't answer your door, or phone let the machine answer it." He lightly ordered.
"Okay." She replied standing up. She then stuck her hand out for Wesley to grab to help him up. She smiled lightly when he grabbed. Once up she responded, "I guess I'll see you and Giles later."
"Yes." Once that was said he watched her run off towards her house.
^ The Counsel Hideout ^
"Quentin!" Wesley called.
"Mr. Wyndom-Pryce." He answered then noticed that Buffy wasn't with him and questioned, "Where's the slayer?"
"She's terribly upset about her mother and I'm terribly upset at you." He replied.
"Excuse me?" Travers questioned.
"You know what I'm talking about. You think taking everything she cares about away is going to make her more compliable to make her want to help us out. We'll your wrong and I'm not going to stand for it any more." He yelled making the assassins come out with Giles following behind them.
"Mr. Wyndom-Pryce I know your upset." Travers began but was interrupted.
"Buffy was right, you know nothing." He retorted but continued, "Come Giles, we're leaving."
"You can't just walk away from your sacred duty!" Travers called.
Turning around Wesley replied, "I can, and I am." With that they both walked out the doors.
Giles was least to say was surprised so he asked, "What happened to you today?"
"I found out how awful the counsel is. Can you believe the staged Joyce's death to try to get to Buffy?" He asked.
"Does Buffy know they staged it?" Giles asked concerned.
"Not yet, I wanted her to go home and get cleaned up. I also wanted to get you out of there." Wesley replied but continued, "I told her once you were out of there we'd call her and that we'd have to talk. I know the counsel isn't going to just let us out of there with out doing something."
"Yes, you took a big risk going back but I thank you." Giles said putting his hand on Wesley's shoulder. "Isn't it nice to have a good relationship with your slayer?" Giles teased.
Wesley laughed and replied, "Yes, she's more responsive."
^ Angel's Studio ^
Angel sat there looking at the brunette sleeping on his bed. He chuckled about her reaction about sleeping on his bed. He'd insisted that she sleep somewhere comfortable so that she'd actually sleep.
He sketched her while she was sleeping admiring how peaceful she looked even though he knew there was a battle raging insider her. He knew after only a couple of hours she was being completely honest and really wanted to change.
And he was going to help her.
TBC
Author: Faith, Faith_Dru@lycos.com
Disclaimer: BtVS and AtS both belong to Joss Whedon. The only thing that belongs to me is the story idea
Distribution: Ask and you shall receive
Rating: PG-13..a little language
Pairing: don't know maybe F/A
Season/Spoilers: This is set after Faith kills that man but before she gets involved with working with the Mayor and before the counsel puts their ugly noses into the situation. Everything up to that point is the same...however Angel's the one that talks to Faith not Buffy. Also no B/A...'cause I don't like them together but they are friends.
Summary: What if Angel had gotten through to Faith?
Author's Notes: Thoughts, ^ Places/Time ^, [Actions]
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^ Angel's Studio ^
Faith looked up at the vampire with a soul and nodded her head. She knew that it was going to be a long hard road but she also knew that she needed to take it to feel better about herself. "I'm ready. What's first?" She asked seeing the war between the demon and the soul through his eyes.
"Okay. Tell me how you're feeling right now. Don't think about it, just say." Angel said knowing that he'd have to know if she has taken responsibility over the Deputy Mayor or not.
"I feel.." She started unsure how to say it but to just come out and say it. "I feel lost, that my body is split between two places. I feel that I'm falling down a deep, dark hole and I don't know if I can or will be able to get out." She finished.
Seeing truth in her eyes he spoke softly, "You can get out of the hole if you truly want to. I'm going to help you, you're not in as deep as you could be and that's a good thing."
"So there's hope for me?" Faith asked with a little humor in her voice.
"There's always hope if one believes they can change." Angel answered noticing that there was a spark in her eyes.
^ The Counsel's Hideout ^
"Ms. Summer's I realize that you're upset." Quentin started.
"You don't know anything about me." Buffy replied bitterly.
"I know that you are one of the most successful slayer's that we've ever had. I also know that you're covering for a rouge slayer that has murdered someone." He finished.
"I'm not covering for anyone. I don't know where Faith is, she could have run out of town. She could be on her way back to Boston. And you are wasting your time trying to butter me up." Buffy responded. "I'm sorry that we had a little accident while slaying, but holding me captive isn't helping the war against the forces of darkness. You can't leave the Hellmouth unprotected while I stand trial for something I had no control over." Buffy said hoping that they will listen to her.
Quentin just shrugged. "We'll leave in the morning."
"Mr. Travers?" Giles called.
"Yes, Mr. Giles?" He replied.
"Buffy would like to see her mother before she leaves." Giles stated in the most unlike Ripper way he could.
"Denied." He retorted.
"You think this is a court?" Buffy responded.
"Yes, I think this is the Counsel's Court." He replied causally.
"I would never beg the counsel for anything, but I have to tell my mom good-bye. Please. I've got no where to run, and no reason to." Buffy pleaded.
Quentin thought for a minute and then sighed his remark, "You can go. Under one condition."
"What is it?" Buffy happily replied.
"You take a member of the counsel and that doesn't mean Mr. Giles because he's staying here." He answered.
She looked at Giles, and saw him nod and she in turn responded, "If I've got your word that you won't kill him while I'm gone."
"Done. Besides, he's more productive if he's alive. If we were to kill him, we could count on the fact that you'd run." He responded. "Mr. Wyndom-Pryce you will accompany your slayer."
Nodding her compliance she held out her hand to have them remove the handcuff chains that were supposed to hold her down. Once that was done she turned to Wesley and said, "Lets go."
^ At The Hospital ^
"May I help you?" The head nurse asked.
"Yes, I'm here to see Joyce Summers, I'm her daughter Buffy." She replied then she caught the look and asked, "What?"
"Excuse me, I've got to talk to the doctor." She said hurrying away.
Figuring for the worse Buffy lightly kicked the counter trying to release some anger, but realized that kicking the counter like she was a girl didn't help. She turned to Wesley and said in a low dangerous voice, "If anything happens to my mom, when we leave they'll be finding another dead body."
Feeling really bad he responded, "I know you're upset and I want you to know that I didn't want to send the team after her. I wanted to tell her. But Mr. Travers didn't want me to give any information to your mom."
After that said she looked in to his eyes and found that he was telling the truth. Sighing she said, "I know and I'm sorry. It's been a hard couple of days with the counsel taking away everyone that I care about."
Putting his arm on her shoulder for support and comfort he said, "I understand."
"Ms. Summers?" A voice called.
Turning to see a tall man walking towards them she replied, "Yes. How's my mom?" Seeing him hesitate she said, "What is it? Just come out and tell me."
"I'm sorry to tell you but your mother passed away this morning. The drugs in her system were too much for her to handle." He said softly.
Not knowing what to say she turned a bolted out the door. "Buffy!" Wesley called after her. Turning to look at the doctor and said, "Is she really dead, or did someone call and tell you to pretend?"
"I..I was called a few minutes before you walked in and was told to stage her death. The man didn't tell me why." He replied looking at the ground.
"Damn!" Wesley whispered, then he looked towards the door that Buffy ran out of and told the doctor to take care of Mrs. Summers and then walked out after Buffy. Looking around for the petite blond he finally spotted her sitting down under the tree crying. Walking up to her he sat down next to her and whispered, "I'm sorry."
She looked up into his eyes and whispered, "She was special. She was trying so hard to accept me being a slayer and now I can't tell her anything. I'll never be able to talk to or see her again."
"I know. Buffy?" He whispered.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Go home, and get some rest." He said noticing the look in her eyes he continued, "Don't worry about Giles, I'll get him out."
Unsure of what to say she leaned over and hugged him. "I don't understand."
"I'll explain later, for now go home get cleaned up and once Giles and I are away from the Counsel I'll give you a call. Don't answer your door, or phone let the machine answer it." He lightly ordered.
"Okay." She replied standing up. She then stuck her hand out for Wesley to grab to help him up. She smiled lightly when he grabbed. Once up she responded, "I guess I'll see you and Giles later."
"Yes." Once that was said he watched her run off towards her house.
^ The Counsel Hideout ^
"Quentin!" Wesley called.
"Mr. Wyndom-Pryce." He answered then noticed that Buffy wasn't with him and questioned, "Where's the slayer?"
"She's terribly upset about her mother and I'm terribly upset at you." He replied.
"Excuse me?" Travers questioned.
"You know what I'm talking about. You think taking everything she cares about away is going to make her more compliable to make her want to help us out. We'll your wrong and I'm not going to stand for it any more." He yelled making the assassins come out with Giles following behind them.
"Mr. Wyndom-Pryce I know your upset." Travers began but was interrupted.
"Buffy was right, you know nothing." He retorted but continued, "Come Giles, we're leaving."
"You can't just walk away from your sacred duty!" Travers called.
Turning around Wesley replied, "I can, and I am." With that they both walked out the doors.
Giles was least to say was surprised so he asked, "What happened to you today?"
"I found out how awful the counsel is. Can you believe the staged Joyce's death to try to get to Buffy?" He asked.
"Does Buffy know they staged it?" Giles asked concerned.
"Not yet, I wanted her to go home and get cleaned up. I also wanted to get you out of there." Wesley replied but continued, "I told her once you were out of there we'd call her and that we'd have to talk. I know the counsel isn't going to just let us out of there with out doing something."
"Yes, you took a big risk going back but I thank you." Giles said putting his hand on Wesley's shoulder. "Isn't it nice to have a good relationship with your slayer?" Giles teased.
Wesley laughed and replied, "Yes, she's more responsive."
^ Angel's Studio ^
Angel sat there looking at the brunette sleeping on his bed. He chuckled about her reaction about sleeping on his bed. He'd insisted that she sleep somewhere comfortable so that she'd actually sleep.
He sketched her while she was sleeping admiring how peaceful she looked even though he knew there was a battle raging insider her. He knew after only a couple of hours she was being completely honest and really wanted to change.
And he was going to help her.
TBC
