Disclaimer: Don't own anything, but I ain't complaining. Crying a lil, but not complaining.
A/N: First off, I'd like to state that I'm infinitely pissed. Why? Because while I was typing this, the computer fudged up and deleted all that I had written= half the chapter. When ones writing off the top of their head, it is an extremely aggravating thing to happen. Secondly, the poll results. All will remain the same, no Buffy/Draco for this fic. But don't even try to stop me in the others!
A/N2: We're taken a trip to my home town people, so all here is completely real. That's what's nice about having a character from my neck of the woods, we might end up with very similar experiences.
TO MY REVIEWERS:
Silver Warrior- Sorry mate, it would appear the Draco and Ginny have won the pole, along with the Harry/Buffy pairing.
Renna- I agree, and I have no idea what I was thinking! Breaking up Draco and Ginny shakes head Forgive my stupidity, I'll try to keep it in check.
Tanydwr- I understand what you're saying about Harry's childhood, but Draco's wasn't exactly peaches n' cream. The boys, in many ways, have more in common than they'd like to admit. At least in this fic they do.
Sloane Miette- Ginny likes Willow! She just knows that Willow loves Oz, and he returns the feeling. Have you ever tried to talk to someone when they're with their significant other? It's near impossible! And about the Giles and the drinking, the ages in Britain are different from ours, therefore it was more up Ron's alley than it was Giles. He was just testing their general knowledge.
Malli- Okay, okay! The pairings are remaining the way they were originally intended. And never stop rambling, it makes for interesting conversation. Sorry for distracting you with my ridiculous poll.
And without further ado, here's our long awaited arrival…Faith.
Chapter 8
Sun streamed through the room, glaring into the eyes of its occupants, one female, one male, but both with bright red hair. Ron snored lightly from a chair, with his feet resting upon the coffee table in front of it. Beside him on the couch was the dozing Willow, the slightest bit of drool running down her face. The few moments of blissful sleep they had left, were cruelly stripped from them, when a stunning brunette came bouncing into the room, "Morning Sunshines, time to get up."
Willow, in response mumbled an uncharacteristic obscenity, and rolled over on the couch, while Ron made even less of an attempt, and just pulled the blanked he had over his face. The girl, however, would have none of this, "I don't think so Red, Wiz-kid, get your asses up." Walking over, she stripped Ron of his cover, and pushed Willow off the couch. The latter landed with a humorous grunt, or at least the other girl felt it was funny, as she was laughing quite loudly.
"Good God, woman," Ron exclaimed, "could you get any louder? Might as well take a shovel to m' head."
"You know you love me," the girl replied with a wink, rousing a deep blush out of the boy. Neither occurrence went unnoticed by the girl on the floor.
Willow cleared her throat, "Not that we don't enjoy seeing you so early in the morning, Faith, but would you mind explaining as to what we owe the pleasure?" Ron nodded his head in agreement.
The girl smirked, "First off, Red, it's noon, so don't go acting like I'm the rooster on the family farm. The only reason I woke you two lazy asses up, was to see how your tattoos are healing up. Infections are nasty, and I don't need you getting puss all over my stuff." The pair gawked at the girl, eyes wide in disbelief. "What," Faith questioned, "what'd I say?"
"What do you mean by 'tattoo's' ?" the red haired wizard asked, where as Willow was hoping that they hadn't gotten marked in a less-than-desirable place, like the butt, for instance.
"You guys don't remember last night?" Both shook their head to the negative in response, "Shit, that's the last time you two get liquor. Red I understand, but I expected a bit more tolerance out of you Wiz." Sighing and shaking her head, Faith rolled up the right sleeve of her t-shirt, underneath it was a gauze bandage taped on. She removed that as well, only to reveal a beautifully designed tribal tattoo. Ron and Willow were once again in a state of shock. "You think mine's cool, wait till you see yours. Got them on the same arms, comrades and all that. Thought you guys had balls to get what you did, turns out you were just seriously thrashed."
Apprehensively, Ron and Willow followed suit, slowly rolling up their sleeves and removing the gauze under it. The had only realized the dull pain in their right arms after Faith brought up the discussion. What they saw, to say the least, blew them away. Willows are bore a pentacle, close to the size of a half-dollar. The twelve symbols of the zodiac were engraved on the outer band, and the word "Wicked Wiccan" went around the symbol. It was written in an Old English script. Ron's was equally astounding. An impressive lion standing on it's hind legs was displayed on the Brits upper arm. There were two red banners as well, one above the animal, and one below. The top banner had the word "Gryffindor" on it, while the lower read, "King Weasley", each written in gold lettering, the same style as Willow's lettering.
"Oh my God, oh my God," Willow whispered, "I got a tattoo? My mom's gonna kill me, when she gets home. Okay, so she's never home." She paused to think, eyes still wide, "Oh God, Buffy's mom is going to kill me! Faith why did you let us get tattoo's?!"
Faith shrugged her shoulders, "Couldn't stop you." Willow raised a doubtful eyebrow, to which the brunette further explained, "All right, have you seen your resolve face? I'm telling' ya Red, there was no convincing you otherwise. Same with Wiz-kid over here, once you two get something in your heads, nothin's gonna stop you."
"She's right Willow," Ron backed up, "We're two awfully stubborn people." Willow sighed, nodding her head a bit. She still couldn't believe what they had gotten themselves into, meeting Faith, the parts of last night she remembered. How did it all happen? The only explanation she could come up with, was that her and Ron's first wrong move, was ever laying a foot in this city.
(Flash Back [Day before. 6 p.m. EST. Boston Floo Station])
Willow rolled out of the fireplace clutching her side and covered in dust. Ron stepped out a second later, looking far more composed than the girl before him, even if he was covered in soot as well. The red haired girl glared at Ron as he helped her to her feet, to which he rolled his eyes.
"Seriously Willow, I have been doing this all my life, it only stands to reason that I should land better than you," Ron argued. The girl mumbled several un-ladylike things, refusing to agree with his reasoning.
"Okay," Ron started, looking to change the girls train of thought, "We're in Downtown Boston, and that door," he pointed to an exit, which was being "guarded" by a man sleeping a chair. The room they were in was rather long, and resembled a hallway more than anything else. There were several fireplaces on either side of the one the pair had come through. "Well that door will take us out into a rather popular shopping area. The building we're in is disguised as a Chinese food restaurant, one that's never open," he added with a smirk.
"Okay, so I guess it's time we find our girl," Willow said, removing a folded up map of Boston from her backpack. Both kneeled to the floor, spreading out the map. Producing his wand from it's holster, Ron preformed the same locating spell Hermione had at the house. The small green dot hovered above the map before settling in the area labeled South Boston. Smiling, Willow turned to her companion.
"If it isn't Buffy, I got ten bucks that says she's Irish," the Wiccan remarked.
Ron smirked in reply, "Well I had any notion what a 'buck' was, and was in possessing of some, I'd take you up on your bet." Willow pouted and muttered something about wizards being no fun. Laughing, Ron joined the girl as they left the Floo Port, and walked up the crowed street to the closest train station.
They were aboard the train, and on there way to find themselves a slayer within fifteen minutes. Once seated in their small, and rather uncomfortable seats, Ron turned to converse with his traveling friend.
"Do you think it's her we're going after, Willow?" he asked, genuinely interested. Willow frowned and shook her head, something the wizard wasn't really expecting.
"In all honesty Ron, I know this girl isn't Buffy. I mean out of our two choices, L.A. and Boston, it would make a lot more sense for Buffy to choose L.A. She grew up there, right? So it would make sense for her to go someplace she was familiar with," Willow paused in thought, before starting again, "It's like playing hide-and-go-seek in your own backyard, you know where all the best places to hole up are. Where as Boston, well it's a bit too fish out of water for Buffy." Ron nodded his head in understanding, but there was something picking at him, that he just couldn't let go unsaid.
"Willow," he started, grasping the girls attention once more, "If you knew that the girl we are coming after wasn't Buffy, then why come? Why not ask to go to L.A. instead?"
The redhead sighed, "I need time Ron, time to figure out why she left. Time to make sure that when I see Buffy next, I don't flip out on her for leaving us alone. If I'm in Sunnydale I can't do that, and I certainly can't if I'm the one to find her. Also, I want an adventure of my own. Something that I did without Buffy or Xander or Oz. I want a Willow story, y' know? Plus, this way Oz and Ginny get a chance to bond without me in the way."
Ron smiled, "That's why I'm here too," at her confused look he elaborated, "For as long as I can remember I've been the sidekick, always standing in Harry's shadow. I don't mind, really. I just want to prove that I can do great things, even without the Boy-who-lived. Harry's the superhero, and Hermione's the brain. Who am I? I'm Ron, the redheaded subordinate. I just want a path of my own."
"Guess we have a lot in common," Willow said quietly.
"Oh, I don't know about that Willow," Ron said just as softly, "seems to me you've got quite the future ahead of you. You have power, we can all sense it, it's just different from the kind me, Harry, Hermione and Ginny have. Giving a vampire his soul back is no small feat."
Willow laughed, "Look at us, being all mopey 'cause we're not as cool as our champion friends. Well, I'm done with it," she stated the last part with a bit more resolve, "from here on our we are no longer 'Ron and Willow- Sidekicks Extraordinaire', but 'Ron and Willow- Kickass Conjurors.'"
Ron was now laughing with her, "Conjurors'?" he gasped out. Vigorously, Willow nodded her head.
"Well we're both magic users', just not the same kind," she explained, "you try coming up with a better word."
"Fair enough," Ron conceded, still chuckling a tad. The intercom on the train buzzed on, and a computerized voice rang throughout the cart.
[Next stop, Broadway. Next stop, Broadway.]
Ron nudged, Willow slightly, and motioned to her that this was there stop. They rose from their seats as the train came to a halt, and left the cart.
Willow and Ron had taken a bus from Broadway station, which brought them near the area that the Slayer was now living. They had also checked into a local, and rather unhygienic, motel, deciding it was easier to rent a room with two beds, than to get separate rooms. Lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, Ron spoke to the girl laying the bed to his left, "So how do we go about this? I mean, since she probably isn't your friend, we'll have a bit of explaining to do."
"I was just think that myself," Willow responded, "and I'm kind of hoping that she'll just except everything, y' know. She's a slayer, and all that stuff, so maybe you being a wizard, and me being whatever I am won't be too big of a deal."
Ron sighed, "Yes, but what do we say?"
"How bout, 'I'm Willow, this is Ron. We know you're the slayer, but we were actually looking for my friend, who's also a slayer, but not you. Maybe you'd like to come back to out Hellmouth and fight some evil. Oh, and he's a wizard,'" Willow offered, taking a deep breathe afterwards. Ron chuckled softly.
"Right then, and providing she doesn't stake us, I'm sure everything will turn out just fine," he stated facetiously. Looking at his watch, Ron groaned a bit, "Alright Willow, it's 7 o'clock now, how bout we hang out until nine, and then find our girl?"
"Good plan," Willow exclaimed with a yawn, "think I'm getting some of that jet lag stuff."
"Willow, we didn't take a plane, we used Floo," Ron reminded the Wiccan.
"Oh shush you," she mumbled before drifting off to sleep.
"Willow," Ron whispered from behind the girl, "do you really think it's wise to be following a slayer and a large black man with an axe into an alley?"
"No," she admitted, "but it was the best plan I could come up with at the time."
"Oh, that's very reassuring. Next time we can just jump about yelling 'Stake me!", because at least that makes more sense than this plan!"
Willow snorted at the wizards condescension. In all truthfulness it wasn't her fault that they were in this situation. Upon leaving the motel, the pair used the map and Ron's spell as a tracking device on the slayer. It wasn't Buffy, but a beautiful and lively brunette around their age. She moved quite quickly, and when they finally caught up with the girl, both were surprised to see that she didn't fight alone, but with a well-built black man. He was carrying a sizable axe, while the slayer stuck to the customary stake. The pair worked very well together.
"You know Ron," Willow said the man behind her, "you're starting to sound a bit like Hermione."
Ron was outraged, and his voice boomed through the street, "How dare you compare me to that pretentious know-it-all!" Willow spun around with wide eyes.
"Ron! The first rule of pursuing someone? Don't let them know you're there," she admonished. But it was too late, within minutes the slayer was upon the bickering duo, with her axe wielding lackey not far behind.
The slayer looked at the pair suspiciously, throwing a look over her shoulder to her associate, who shrugged in return. Directing her words at Ron, the brunette spoke, "It's not safe to be out at night, especially in these parts. Why don't you two run along."
"We can handle ourselves," Ron bristled. Willow smacked him on the side of his head after hearing his tone.
"Ron," she began, "we're suppose to make nice, remember?" Pointing to the slayer she added, "Good guy, just like us." The slayer had been suspicious before, but now she was closer to intrigued.
"Most people don't go looking for me," the girl informed them, "And if they do, it's not because they're the 'good guys', but since I ain't getting any bad feelins' from the two of you, I'm going to be nice and let you explain."
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Willow nudged him, elaborating that she would like to do the talking, turning back to the slayer she began, "Thank you for listening. We," Willow gestured to Ron and herself, "have come to Boston seeking out our friend. She, like you, is a Slayer. I don't know if you heard of her, her name's Buffy."
The brunette nodded her head, but behind her it was obvious to see that the man was getting restless, so Willow was quick to continue, "Well, my friends back home did a spell to locate the Slayer, and when two choices were produced, we remembered that there was now a second slayer. We split into groups and tracked down each girl."
"Okay, that's five by five, but why should I believe you?" the Slayer questioned, to many people had screwed with her, so she wasn't exactly the trusting type.
Willow gave the girl a reassuring smile and pointed to the man by her side, "If we were going to attack you, we would have by now. Ron and I had decided if the girl we found wasn't Buffy, we would ask her to accompany us to Sunnydale, where Buffy and I live. If you don't believe us I'm sure your watcher can validate our stories. He can even contact Buffy's watcher if he wants."
The girl was a bit more at ease, but still not completely off-guard, "All right, that doesn't seem like a bad idea. But I've got some questions before I let you anywhere near my watcher," she informed the redheaded pair. The man behind the slayer had had enough, and felt like speaking his mind
"Yo Faith, I don't think this is such a good move. We don't know jack 'bout them," he cautioned. Faith turned and gave him a "well duh" look.
"That's why we're asking them questions Curtis," Faith spoke to him as if he were a child, "Now be a good little demon, and shut the hell up."
"Demon?" Ron choked out, suddenly very wary of the large man in front of him. Curtis only smiled and nodded.
"Yea, but only half. My dad was a demon, but my momma never said what kind. All I know is that I've been shot more times than a person who's still walkin' should be," he explained, seemingly very proud of his heritage.
Faith grinned, "Not to mention he's a 'rapper.'" The slayer used to finger quotes, mocking her friend. Curtis wasn't to pleased to say the least, and the redheads feared that his inner demon may rear it's head at any moment.
"I am a rapper, lil girl. Jus' wait till I get my big break. I won't even mention your ass when I win my Grammy," the demon threatened, getting a chuckle out of Faith as she shook her head.
"Yea, okay man, whatever you want to believe," turning back to Willow and Ron, she began her questioning, "Okay, so why did Buffy leave? Why do you guys even have to find her?"
Willow's expression darkened a bit, "Buffy was going through a lot of things this year, things that not even the Slayer shough be put through. I want to go into more, but it isn't my place. Maybe if you meet Buffy, assuming that Giles finds her, she'll tell you herself."
Faith seemed to understand, and moved on to something that had been tickling her curiousity, "I want to see this spell you guys did to find me and your girl."
Willow motioned to Ron once more, "Don't look at me he's the wizard here." Faith redirected her gaze to meet the teen's eyes.
"Oh, right then," Ron removed the map from his back pocket and spread it out on the cement, and removed his wand from it's holster at his belt. Seeing the tiny piece of wood, Faith began laughing hysterically.
"What the hell is that?" the Slayer gasped, pointing at the wand while clutching her stomach. Ron was immediately on the offensive, and put the wand back in its container.
"It's my wand," he stated haughtily. His glare did not go unnoted by the Slayer, and she lost the grin very quickly. "Do you have a better idea as to how to perform the charm? if you do, by all means go right ahead, I would find the experience quite enlightening." The sarcasm was so thick you could cut it with Curtis' axe.
Faith cleared her throat, looking the slightest bit remorseful for her mocking of the boys utensil, "I'm sorry Ron. Go on," she encouraged, adding with a smile, "show me your magic stick." To the brunettes left, the half-demon began mumbling something bobbing his head a bit. Curtis stood to attention, and with a wide grin he enveloped Faith in a fierce hug.
"Holy shit! That's it, that's my hit," He dropped the girl back to her feet, and started to jog into the night.
"Curtis, what are you talking about? What's your hit?" Faith yelled out to him. He turned and started running backwards.
"Magic Stick! And don't call me Curtis, 'cause 50 Cent is about to make his dues," the man called back. Turning a corner, Curtis was gone, leaving three very confused teens in his wake.
"Who's 50 Cent?" Willow asked the dark haired Slayer.
"50 Cent a.k.a. Curtis Jackson, his street name when he raps. Jesus that boy's crazy," Faith chuckled, a sound that was slowly becoming trademark for the girl. "Okay, Wiz-kid, get on with the mojo."
Not bothering to question his new nick name, he recited the spell, "Acclaro Slayer," the now familiar green dot came forth, settling on the exact street they stood on. Faith sucked in a long breathe, and smacked Ron on the back, hard. So hard he almost stumbled to the ground.
"Well I'll be dipped in shit," the slayer exclaimed, looking impressed by her new friends, "You got any tricks of your own, Red?"
"Well if you need any pencils to float, or feel like ensouling a vampire, I'm your girl," she replied with a small smile.
"I'm not gonna ask, 'cause I really don't wanna know," the slayer said, with a raised eyebrow, "all right kiddies, time to meet the watcher."
"No more questions," Ron asked, sounding very relieved.
Faith nodded, "No more questions, anything I need to know, I'm sure Lesley can find."
"Lesley?" Willow enquired.
"My watcher, I don't call her by her last name. She's like family, calling Lesley 'Ms. Knight' is just to weird, she's cool with it anyway." The pair of redheads walked down the street with their new friend, listening as Faith told them stories of former fights and former foes
The stop at Lesley's house had been short, the three were only there long enough for Faith to introduce Ron and Willow, give a brief run-down of her nights patrolling, and then ask her watcher to confirm all that the pair had told her. Lesley, a pretty English woman in her later thirties, or so she looked, did just as Faith asked. It seemed that she knew Giles quite well, and had attended Watcher's training with him many years ago.
After ending her phone conversation with her fellow watcher, as Giles had yet to leave for L.A. with Harry, Lesley insisted that Ron and Willow stay with her for the remainder of their visit. As it was, Faith had been living with her watcher since she was twelve, and first spotted as a potential slayer. The redheads graciously accepted the woman's offer.
Before leaving Willow took the opportunity to ask Faith's watcher one more thing, "Lesley?" she started, gaining the pleasant woman's attention, "As I'm sure you know, Sunnydale is the home to a Hellmouth, and while I know that you and Faith have your hands full here in Boston, I was just wondering…Well I wanted know if it was at all possible for the two of you to come to Sunnydale with us. We really need the help, as it's demonic activity is continuously heavy."
Lesley took a moment to think over the proposition from the young girl, "Willow I can see only one flaw with your plan. You see there is something of a master vampire here in Boston, that's been giving Faith and myself lots of trouble. If we were able to take him down, there would be virtually nothing here for us to look after. Kaskistos is something of a mob boss in these parts."
"Don't give him the credit," Faith interjected with a snort, "now Whitey, he was a mob boss, pretty cool shit if you ask me. But Kaskistos? He's a sorry-assed hoofed bastard."
"Language Faith," Lesley cautioned the brunette, and Faith rolled her eyes in response, grabbing Willow's hand as she dragged her outside to where Ron was waiting for them. Faith had promised the two a night on the town, and damn it, they were going to get it.
If Ron didn't know any better, it would seem that Faith knew every bouncer, bartender and DJ in the whole of Boston. It was sometime after 1 a.m., and the trio had already been clubbing for two hours. No one really cared that the none of the three were 21, in fact two hadn't even cleared 18. But it was no matter, 'cause with Faith at your side, life was a party, so play it like every drink could be your last.
Their current club of choice was thumping some remixed pop songs, and the dance floor was more like a mass of bodies gyrating as one, molding into a beautiful, possibly orgasmic, unit. It mesmerized Willow, the Bronze was great and everything, but nothing could ever compare to the things she had seen and experienced tonight. From the moment she took Faith's hand, Willow had thrown caution to the wind, promising herself to enjoy the moment, as the slayers unruly style was contagious. The girl had a captivating personality, and Ron and Willow were becoming intoxicated by her presence. Or maybe it was all the alcohol they were consuming, hard to tell.
Faith and Willow made their way over to the bar, where Ron was waiting for them. The brunette had pulled the Wiccan out into the crowd, forcing her to dance through several particularly raucous beats. Willow wouldn't ever admit it, but she was having more fun than she ever remembered having in SunnyD.
"So ladies," Ron started, throwing an arm over each girl, "what should we do now? This place is fantastic and…what's the name of the club again, love?" The wizard asked, addressing the brunette at his right.
"The Avalon," Faith yelled over the noise.
"Right. Not that The Avalon is wonderful, but there must be something else for us to do, something…what's the word? Oh right, something daring, unforgettable. I want to be able to say this is what I did in Boston? Y' know what I mean girls?"
Willow nodded her head furiously, "I know jus' what your talkin' bout Ron," the girl slurred a tad, "Let's do something that we'll never forget." On the other side of Ron, Faith had a huge smile on her face.
"I know just the thing guys," she guaranteed, "I had planned on doing it tonight anyway. And with you guys with me, it's sure to be awesome."
"I'm in," Willow announced, downing her rum and coke, which became more rum and less coke each time she ordered another. Faith looked surprised, and a little impressed too.
"You don't even want to know what it is?" the slayer asked. Willow shook her head.
"Doesn't matter Faithy," the girl replied, walking over to the brunette, and leaning on her shoulder, "we trust ya, don't we Ron?"
"Ya damn right we do."
(End Flashback)
Willow cradled her face in her hands, slowly shaking her head as if she thought if she wished hard enough the events of the past night would go away. Faith, however, wasn't going to allow one of the best nights of her life to be dubbed a bad thing. She liked Ron and Willow, and Faith didn't like a lot of people. Sure she was cool with people, and there more than a couple who owed her favors, but friends were few and far between for the Slayer.
"Come on Red, Wiz-kid, last night was awesome, and you know it. So we got some tats', big friggin deal. But look at it this way," the slayer persuaded, "when you go home you gotta story. A good one too. You get to brag to all of your friends how you guys partied from dusk til dawn with one hell of a chick." The suggestion seemed to work, as both redheads visibly brightened.
"You know what Faith?" Willow asked, even though she didn't actually want a response, "you are absolutely right. Who gives a damn what I put on my body? It's my body, and if people don't like it, well tough cookies. I'm not going to be reliable old Wills for the rest of my life."
"At a girl, Red, you tell 'em who's boss," Faith encouraged.
"Fuckin' right I will," the Wiccan nodded, then paused, eyes growing wide, "I think you're starting to rub off on me Faith." Ron and the slayer burst into laughter, and Willow was soon to join them.
It was at that moment that Lesley decided to enter the small room in the back of her second floor apartment on East 5th Street in South Boston, "Children? Are you in here…" she paused, taking a moment to get a good look at the situation, "Dear Lord…"
Ron, still in a fit of giggles, turned to Willow, "Does this seem at all familiar to you?"
Willow nodded, choking back another bout of laughter, "You watcher's have the oddest timing," she relayed to Lesley, who, not understanding what was so funny, had an extremely perplexed expression on her face. The look cause Faith, who also had no idea what her new friends we talking about, to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. Needless to say, they made quite the group of people.
Catching her breath, Willow addressed Lesley once more, "Oh, I'm sorry, it's just recently Ron, myself, and several of our friends had a very similar situation involving Giles," giggling once more, she finished, "it's just to much."
The watcher smiled at the thought of Rupert in room surrounded by a number of guffawing teenagers. The visualization was enough to get a few good chuckles out of the rather stern woman.
Once calmed, Lesley moved on with the reason she had approached the trio, "Willow, last night, which I hope you remember most of," she glared at Faith during that last part, "you asked if Faith and myself would accompany you back to Sunnydale," the watcher paused for a long and dramatic second. "I have accepted your offer," the teens immediately began to cheer, Faith being the loudest of the three. Lesley raised her hands in an effort to silence to group, she succeeded, "on one condition. If you and Ronald would help us to bring down Kaskistos, I would be more than happy to pack up our belongings and leave here the very next day. Do we have a deal?"
Ron and Willow shared a long look, and though the pair had only known each other for under two weeks, they were able to convey exactly how they felt. Ron turned to woman in front of them, "Yes we have a deal. Show me where to point, and I'll light that suckers arse up with a flick of my wand."
Faith squealed, though she would later deny ever doing so, and jumped across the room to hug Ron. Not letting her feel left out, both wizard and slayer brought Willow into the embrace. After a minute the three broke apart, and Faith flashed a predatory smile at her watcher.
Knowing her charge far better than anyone else, Lesley began to back away, "Oh no, Faith. You know very well that I don't hug…"
"Then I'd run if I were you," the brunette advised, and all three teens leapt to their feet and chased that poor woman around the apartment. And so, a the beginnings of a beautiful friendship we solidified.
Okay, that was freakin long. I thought the last chapter was bad, but sheesh. Now before any of you complain or whatever, this is Season 3. 50 Cent hadn't hit the scene, and I just couldn't let the opportunity escape me. Review please, cause it would make me very happy, and that leads to more thrilling chapters. Alexis