Chapter Three

(A/N: I used Australian cereals in this, because they were the only ones I could think of. So sue me ;) I don't know which ones, if any, are sold in the U.S. But, whatever. Giles had them shipped in... Explain it any way you want.)

Faith looked up at the clock in the living room, which read 10:02 pm. Most of the other girls were asleep, having tired themselves out. Presumably from all the girly-talk, Faith guessed. Faith had spent the night getting dirty looks from Dawn, and disapproving glances from Giles. The guy had a pretty good 'I-look-down-on-you' face for someone who was into the Dark Arts. What was the saying? People in glass houses shouldn't throw disapproving looks? Something like that.

Looking around, Faith noticed that she was alone in the living room, except for a few sleeping min-Slayers, so she started up the stairs to Buffy's room, whose bed she was sharing. Whoever suggested she slept with Buffy must have been insane. Even if they didn't know her and B's history, they at least knew that they weren't exactly fond of each other, nor did they part on excellent terms. Sure, they were fine now - Earlier in the night has made sure of that. But before that? Faith was surprised that this was the gang that everyone trusted to save the world.

As Faith reached the top of the stairs, she heard some kind of noise, coming from Willow's room. The kind of noises that one should not be listening in on.

'At least someone's getting lucky,' Faith thought, as she continued on her way to Buffy's room.

"Wait a sec." Faith said aloud, as she considered the situation. There were exactly three members of the male sex in this house. Giles, Xander, and that Spike guy. Faith counted them off in her head - If Will was having sex with Giles, then Faith refused to associate with either of them anymore. If it was Spike, she could guess that Buffy wouldn't be very happy - Because she was obviously head-over-heels for him. Xander was the only plausible answer, but he had that thing going with. That blunt girl. Emma? Enya? No, Anya. That only left Buffy - Which was a no, because Buffy was asleep, Anya - Who was also asleep, or one of the potentials. But there were hundreds of them.

So the only question that remained was... Who was Willow gettin' it on with?

***

Faith yawned, and tried to stretch as she woke up the next morning. Her hand was abruptly stopped by Buffy's head being rudely in the way.

"Oh, geez Buffy, I'm sorry!" Faith exclaimed, as the blonde slayer's eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning to you too, Faith." Buffy joked, as she rubbed her eyes free of any evidence that she had just woken up, and propped herself up onto her elbows.

"Morning. Did I hurt you?" Faith looked at the side of Buffy's head, as if expecting it to swell to twice it's size in a matter of seconds.

"Nope," Buffy said brightly. "Slayer, remember?"

"Yeah, well so I am! I'm strong!"

Buffy couldn't help but giggle. The brunette had done almost a complete turn from badass murderer, to cute little girl. It was fun to watch, and Buffy had to admit that even though she had loved the old Faith - This one was much more fun.

"Maybe we should get downstairs. I'm sure the potentials will be running amok." Buffy suggested.

"Right, right sure." Faith's mind drifted back to the night before. She was curious by nature, and wondered if having a talk with Willow would be the way to go. On the other hand, if it was Giles... Faith wasn't really sure if she wanted to know. Curiosity eventually won her over though, and she decided that once she had eaten breakfast, and Giles had taken the potentials to some training program, that she would sit down with Willow, and approach the subject.

After Buffy and Faith had both taken a quick shower, (Not together,) they came downstairs and were greeted by a full-fledged cereal fight. The victims (Or were they the criminals?) were Dawn, Amanda, Kennedy, Molly and Vi. Dawn and Amanda had their Fruit Loops handy, Kennedy had her Coco-Pops and Molly and Vi had Cornflakes, with banana. Dawn and Amanda were giggling incessantly, and had banana and milk all through their hair. Kennedy was grinning, with a handful of Coco-Pops, ready to throw them at whoever threw any more cereal at her, and Molly and Vi were both staring each other down, both trying to keep a straight face. Both girls had milk-streaked faces. Willow was standing back from them a little, trying extremely hard not to laugh. Willow spotted Buffy and Faith, and quickly stopped grinning, and tried to assert some authority.

"Uhh, come on girls! No time for food fights." She flashed Buffy and Faith a nervous smile, and Kennedy turned around to face Willow.

"Awww, come on. Just a few minut-" Kennedy stopped short when she turned back around, and noticed Buffy and Faith standing the doorway, looking amused. Kennedy promptly dropped her cereal back in her bowl, and smiled weakly.

"Hey Buffy. Faith. How you guys doing?"

"Better, now." Buffy said, a smile threatening to cross her features. "I was awoken abruptly by a hand smacking into the side of my head-"

"You said that didn't hurt!" Faith protested.

"But my faith in fun has now been restored." Buffy continued, grinning at Faith's protests. "Why don't you girls go get cleaned up?" Buffy watched her sister suspiciously as she and Amanda ran off holding hands. She'd need to look into that, later.

"I have to go and help Giles with preparations for the training session." Buffy announced. "Will you guys be okay to clean up?"

"What?!" Faith and Willow exclaimed, at the same time.

"I wasn't even here! Why do I need to clean?"

"It's not my fault I'm in a house of hormonal teenage girls! Why do I have to clean?"

"What are you guys, five?" Buffy grinned, glad to get out of clean-up duty herself. "Grab a washcloth, or a mop, or something. Make it look like you're cleaning, at least." With the last comment, Buffy went to find Giles.

"I claim the washcloth!" Willow said quickly. Faith looked in the direction of the stairs, and considered going to find the mop. No, that wasn't going to happen.

"Well... Then I'm drying." Faith nodded, pleased with herself. Now might actually be a good time for that little talk she had planned. "Will, can I ask you something?"

"Sure thing. Unless it's about anything that you think I wouldn't like to talk about."

Faith considered this.

"Nah, I don't think you'll mind."

"Okay, shoot." Willow started running the tap, making the water in the sink nice and hot as Faith decided on how to word her question.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Um... Yes? Was that your question?"

Well, that hadn't worked.

"No, that wasn't the question. Okay, I'm just going to ask straight-out. Were you having sex last night?"

Willow coughed, and looked at Faith with wide eyes. "What the hell happened to 'nothing that I wouldn't like to talk about'?!"

"Hey, you're a grown woman, so am I. Why would you not want to talk about it?" Faith smiled sweetly.

"Because... Uh, I don't know, actually. Taboo subject?"

"In the 21st century? Hardly."

"Okay, fine." Willow sighed. "Yeah. I was."

"Please don't tell me it was Giles." Faith shuddered inwardly at the thought.

"Gi... What?! No! I... Ew! Faith!" Willow continued to freak out a little bit, before Faith justified her thoughts.

"I was going through all the guys that were here! There's only like, three? Who else would it be?"

"Uh, guys?" Willow pondered the statement. Guys? Nah.

"Well, I went though the girls too, but I doubt that you were sleeping with Buffy or Anya."

"And you didn't think of my girlfriend?"

"Your what-now?"

"My girlfriend. Kennedy!"

"Kennedy's your... Oh, God."

Everything froze in Faith's world. Willow and Kennedy... She was... They were... Oh, God.

"Uh, Faith? Faaaith. " Willow was waving her hand in front of Faith's face. "Hello? Anyone in there?"

"Uh, yeah. I... I gotta go." Faith turned, and began to run up the stairs, leaving a confused Willow behind her.