A/N: Okay, is chapter took so long because I kept revising it. Also, it's a little long (but seemed longer while writing it). It would have been longer, but I just wanted to post this much now.

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Buffy walks into the living room and stands face to face with Faith, who doesn't even flinch. "Don't tempt me," she hisses.

"Why are you here B? If it's o make my life even worse, you have a long ass line to wait in," Faith replies as she takes a step back and goes to lie back down on the couch.

"The question isn't why I'm here, but why you are. Last time I checked, you were looking for 'redemption' in prison. I know that you haven't finished repenting for all the shit you pulled," she sneers.

"This doesn't even involve you, okay?" Faith shouts. "I know it must be a massive shock to your system to find that the world doesn't revolve around you, but it's true. I didn't get out to prove something to you or anyone. I got out because I have a duty."

"So did you break out of prison to find a brand new group of people to torment?" Buffy asks condescendingly.

Faith winces at her words. "My being out is totally legit Buff. The Council got me out about a week ago," she softly explains.

"The Council?" Buffy laughs incredulously. "Yeah right, and I'm Mary Poppins."

"Nice meeting you. I always wanted to meet a celebrity," Faith responds dryly.

Buffy's expression falters. "Tell me then, why would the Council get you out of prison. Surely not the pleasure of your company."

"As it turns out, your favorite Slayer died from her swan dive off the rooftop and a brand spanking new Slayer was called," Faith informs her from her position on the couch.

"Oh, I get it. You came to harass the new Slayer then, to make her and her Watcher's life a living hell," Buffy says.

"She didn't have a Watcher up until a week ago. She's had to rely on instinct and has been less than receptive of any Watchers. But, as for her Watcher, her life already is a living hell," she says.

"Oh yeah?" Buffy scoffs. "How would you know?"

"Because you're looking at her," she replies and Buffy gapes at her. "The guy from the Council said that, had I not gone Jekyll and Hyde on everyone, I would have been the most productive Slayer to date," she says with a self-deprecating scoff.

"You are a Watcher?" Buffy finally says. "How unbalanced is she that they have to rely on the psychotic Slayer from hell to get her to cooperate?" She scowls.

"B look, I know that we hate each other okay? I don't need you here to tell me how much I fucked things up before. I know I did a lot of bad shit, shit that can never be forgiven. I do not need you by my side constantly to tell me about it, okay?"

"I don't know that I can trust you to stay out of my life for good. You've done it to me before and I won't let you do it again," Buffy states.

"I did not try to track you down when I got out of prison. I am not going to follow you home and start stalking you and torturing your friends okay? I just want you to lay off. I don't bother you and you don't bother me, got it?" Faith grinds out.

"I came so that we can just get this over with, I don't want to go home and constantly watch my back for fear of you stabbing me in it…again," she says darkly.

"There are more important things in my life than you and your stupid friends. I have enough stuff to deal with on my own and I am not quite dumb enough to further complicate my life. You are no longer a priority and I can honestly say that I wouldn't lose any sleep if I never saw you again," Faith tells her.

"There is nothing in your life worth any importance. Do you think this Watcher thing will actually last? You think that being the Slayer actually makes any difference in your life? New flash Faith: you are not the Slayer, you are a Slayer. You are just a back-up. You are just a mistake of the Powers-That-Be," Buffy sneers.

"I don't give a shit what you think. It is none of your god-damned business what happens in my life," she says as she stands up. "You can think what you want and I'll let you come up with your own conclusions, but I want you to leave," Faith commands. She limps off towards the bathroom, signifying the end of the conversation.

Buffy maintains her position with a pensive expression on her face. She heaves a heavy sigh, promising herself to resolve her issues with Faith. Dejectedly, she walks over to the door to see Faith's jacket lying crumpled on the floor. She picks it up and has a bad feeling settle in the pit of her stomach as she sees blood pooling around where it had lay moments ago. Suddenly, there is a crash in the bathroom.

"Faith?" Buffy calls, her voice laced with worry. There is no answer. "Faith?" She calls out again, more urgently. Still no answer. She goes to the door and knocks lightly. "Are you all right in there?" She asks, again with no response. Then, she tries opening the door. Seeing that it's locked, Buffy kicks the door down to reveal Faith laying crumpled on the floor laying in a pool of blood. Buffy gasps as she goes to Faith's side.

She reaches in her pocket for her cell phone and dials. "Hello, 9-1-1..."

"I think something's wrong Cliff," Missy says to her brother with a worried expression on her face.

"What?" He asks, looking up from his report. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she says and a look of relief watches over his face. "But I don't think that Faith is," she continues. She climbs off his bed and bolts downstairs before he even has a chance to reply.

"Where do you think you're going young lady?" Her father asks as she gets her hand on the doorknob to the front door.

"I need to go see Faith," she says carefully as she goes to exit the house again. Robert quirks a brow. "I think something bad happened to her," she explains.

"Missy, don't you think that if anything happened to her, she would give you a call?" He asks rationally.

"Yeah, I guess so," she relents. As if on cue, the phone rings and Missy hesitantly picks it up while glancing at her dad, who just shrugs. "Hello?" She answers with apprehension.

"Uh, hi. Is this Missy…Pantone?" The other person asks uncertainly, as if reading the name from a piece of paper.

"Yeah, who is this?" She asks with equal uneasiness.

"I'm Buffy Summers, an old frie- an old aquaintance of Faith's," Buffy says. "I found your number in her jacket," she says.

"Oh, okay," Missy says, trying to size up the situation. "Is everything all right? Did something happen to Faith?" She asks.

"Yeah. She is in the emergency room at Mercy Hospital," Buffy responds.

"Holy shit. What happened?" Missy asks as she frantically grabs for her keys.

"She got into some kind of fight. When I went to see her, she was all covered in blood. She went to her bathroom to clean up. There was a crash and when I got into the bathroom, she was unconscious on the floor," she spews out in one breath.

"I'll be right there," she says as she hangs up and goes to leave.

"What happened?" Robert asks with concern.

"Faith got into some kind of fight with vamp-gang members. She got hurt and I'm going to go check up on her," she says. She leaves without waiting for his response.

Missy runs to the front desk of the hospital. "Hello, I am looking for Faith Por-"

"You're Missy?" Buffy asks, cutting her off from finishing her question.

"Uh, yeah," Missy turns around just as Buffy faces away from her, missing Missy's face. "Where's Faith at?" Missy asks the back of Buffy's head.

"This way," Buffy says, continuing to look straight ahead.

""Who are you anyways?" Missy asks bluntly as she eyes the blonde.

Buffy whips around to face her. She gasps as she gets a look at Missy. " You guys are identical," she murmurs.

"Yeah. How perceptive," Missy says sarcastically. "Now, who are you?" She asks again.

Buffy takes a moment to shake herself out of her state of confusion. "I knew Faith back in Sunnydale," she says awkwardly.

"Oh, so you're Buffy, the other other Slayer," Missy says, grinning conspiratorially.

"How did you…you're the Slayer she's in charge of," Buffy sputters. "Are the two of you related or is this just some weird coincidence?" She asks.

"She's my older sister," Missy says simply, shifting her eyes away from Buffy.

"I didn't know her last name was Pantone," she says simply under her breath as they enter Faith's room.

"That's because it isn't B," Faith says warily. She smiles at Missy and has an inscrutable expression directed at Buffy.

"Hey Faith. How are you?" Missy asks with concern. "What happened?"

"Just got jumped. I took care of them. They were just lucky enough to get a couple lucky shots in. I took them out and now I'm fine," she says, gritting out the last part and glaring at Buffy. "In fact, I'm ready to leave. This was nothing worth going to the hospital for in the first place," she growls.

"You passed out Faith," Buffy says defensively. "What did you expect me to do? Leave you?" She asks incredulously.

"It's not like it would be the first time!" Faith shouts. She gets up out of the bed, fully clothed. "I would have been just fine and been up and around again in no time. I had just got a little light headed is all. It's not like it had never happened before," she says as she puts her shoes on.

"That doesn't make it any more safe," Buffy says. "I ended up in the hospital the last time that happened to me," she says.

"Well, I'm not you, am I?" Faith asks rhetorically as she goes to walk out the door.

"You can't just walk out of the hospital," Missy reasons.

"It's not like they're going to arrest me," Faith snaps. "They can't take me back to prison for refusing to stay in their lovely establishment. I think I've spent enough time in the hospital, but thank you anyways," she says, referring to her coma.

"You are not going to blame that on me," Buffy states firmly. "I have already spent more than enough time feeling guilty about that. I thought things would wotk out when you woke up. Boy was I wrong. You just picked up where we left off," Buffy says with exasperation.

"You know what, I never blamed you for any of it!" Faith yells as her eyes start tearing up. "I know that you couldn't help that you had friends that supported you or a family that cared. That was just how things turned out," she says, wiping at her eyes.

Buffy's expression softens and she takes a step forward and Faith takes one step back. "Faith-" she begins.

"Don't. Just don't," Faith says firmly. "You have no right to care now. Not after spending all that time ignoring me. You know nothing about me and it's too late to try and become a part of my life now," she says.

"It's never too late," Buffy says. "I wish things had been different too. There has been a lot of things going on and I just feel like I needed you to be their with me," she sighs. "I just feel like I needed you, especially these last two years," she sighs.

Faith stands still a moment, looking at Buffy with her head cocked to one side and a confused expression on her face. She shakes her head out of its daze. "Whatever B, I'm leaving," she says as she walks out of the room.