Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. I mean I have these fantasies where I'm so skilled that I could think this stuff up... then I wake up in the middle of one of my classes and learn that some other people made this stuff up. I hate them. I love them... but I own nothing.
Summery: Instead of Faith getting out of jail to help Angel, she stays there. Eventually Buffy decides to break her out, whether Faith wants to help or not. I don't really know where this fic is going either. I'm just a little annoyed at many Faith redemption stories. Faith is always too meek and sorry... she totally looses her character. Or on another scale, Buffy is too forgiving. Now I haven't seen all the episodes so that might make perfect sense, for me though it doesn't. I have always loved Buffy and Faith though. Whether this is just a friendship or more... I dunno. I just need to get them to really overcome their differences the hard way.
Author's Note: Ok well this is my first fic. I have no idea how good it will be. Any help at all will be appreciated greatly cause I don't really know anyone like likes Buffy and in turn could help me... Also, I don't really know much about the Buffy the Vampire Slayer show. I know a decent amount, but on facts of how exactly things went down, I'm clueless. So again forgive my mistakes or better yet help me! Mmm... yeah I think that's it so without further ado, I bring you... Faithful Redemption.
Buffy's POV:
I sat in the plastic chair, a look of complete disgust on my face. I was unsure whether it was directed more at the brunette scowling in front of me or at myself. It had been years since I had seen the other, though the memories were fresh in my mind.
I didn't want to be here. There were millions of other things that I'd rather be doing right now... like getting skinned alive. Oh yes, that had to be more pleasant than this experience. There wasn't much choice in the matter though. I needed help fighting the First. The only one left with the power... was the brunette.
"B."
"Faith." I replied in a cold voice that matched Faith's.
"Oh nice, the introductions are over, now to the point. What the hell do you want?" Ahh, just like the Faith I remembered. The voice was confident and filled with hate, what more could I have expected? It seemed that nothing had changed over the years... maybe this was a bad idea. The only thing that kept me from getting up and leaving right now was the small shock that the rouge slayer had when she first saw me, the slow way she had to make up her retorts as if it didn't come natural any more.
"Take a wild guess."
"Either you have had some epiphany and wanted to visit me," Faith paused to snort at the very idea. "Or you need help with some apocalypse."
"Aren't you perceptive."
"Always was B, always was." There were a few moments of silence. I was beginning to worry, the dark slayer didn't seem too happy, to say the least. I just hoped that Faith would accept the offer. As unpleasant as it seemed, I was willing to drag my counter-part out kicking and screaming. "What kind of baddy this time?" Faith finally brought herself to ask.
I sighed, though quickly collected myself. There was no way I was going to show any emotion to the killer, no way. "Oh, just the usual, there's First evil that's collecting an army of vampires. Did I mention that I have an army of potentials as well? It's just one big party. You joining?"
"Do I even have a choice?"
I hesitated, knowing that Faith understood the situation better than I'd expected. "No."
"So... what? You want me just to break out of here and run off to SunnyD with you?"
"Basically."
"Stand back." I followed the younger slayer's orders and stepped back just as she kicked through the glass. There was a blaring of alarms and guards shouting orders. That mattered little; the two could easily fight there way out and did.
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An hour later, they were cruising down the highway. Both slayers seemed so absorbed in their thoughts that they ignored the other. Faith had ditched her orange uniform in exchange for tight jeans, a scarlet top that revealed her midriff, and a leather jacket. Buffy had taken the time to grab a few of her old things before leaving to pick the rouge slayer up.
Getting out of the prison was even easier than either thought it would have been. The guards were nothing and ill-equipped to deal with the Chosen Two and once they had gotten out of the building it was simple. None of the guards had been conscious to know what car the escaped convict was in or where she was going. Faith was free.
Faith's POV:
What's going on here? I mean what the fuck is going on?! I asked myself for the millionth time since seeing Buffy. That in itself had been enough of a shock. How many times since going to prison had I seen her? Exactly once and that was today. What was I supposed to think? The person who caused my downfall, the one I had hated was now asking for help. Of course, I had had no choice, but still it had been shown as a request first and later an order.
From the point I had been taken from my cell to even now, everything had been in a blur. Visitors were practically unknown to me, except if you counted Angel and he had visited a few months ago. No, this was completely unexpected. The fight we had against the guards too... it was wonderful. B, of course, didn't know that me, the rogue slayer, had not fought since turning myself in. There was just some sort of logic behind it for me. If I was in prison, then I should suffer. I could have prevented being beaten up, could have actually started many fights, but that just wasn't right.
After escaping, B had taken me to a rundown motel, what memories that brought up. She had been in town a little while it seemed, at least for a few days. I had practically died when I saw the clothes she had packed for me. I think I literally took a step back in shock. Since when did B give a damn about me? I think I covered the shock well enough... God I better have. She was looking at me odd, but when does miss holier-than-thou not look at you odd?
So here we are now. In silence, driving to SunnyD... when did this happen again? It's been about half an hour on the road I think... I think I'm gonna die if she doesn't say something. Should I say something? I don't even know any more. I spent the time in jail thinking about this one damned slayer than anything else. The constant being torn apart caused by her was horrible. On one hand I hate the bitch. I mean she goes and ruins my life. I kill one guy and she freaks! Did she think I didn't care? Ok... I did say that I didn't care, but only because I was so damned scared. I didn't need someone lecturing me at a time like that. Is it my fault that someone actually cared for me? He happened to be evil but at least he spared me a thought or two!
Then again I did turn evil. I'm supposed to be good. I let B down. How could I do that? Maybe cause she let me down first. All I know was that I did something wrong and that I hate B. That's good enough. I need to stop thinking about her, the past and deal with what's coming up. I'm gonna have to deal with all those that hate me, not to mention a new evil.
I sigh loudly, breaking the stillness. I don't want to talk, but there needs to be some noise. There's no way I can sit here in silence. She gives me a cold glare of course. I had been opening my mouth to say something, to say anything. Apparently that wasn't going to happen. I just shut up and sat uncomfortably the rest of the trip.
Buffy's POV:
Well this hadn't gone well for me. How could it? Faith had shown no emotion but hate from the moment she'd seen me. Ok, there was the time when the first saw each other and when the dark slayer had seen the clothes. That was it. The silence was killing me. I wanted so bad to just scream at the other slayer. Maybe hitting her would be better. Either way, I had way too many pent of emotions.
She'd tried to talk to me once. Of course, I had shot down the brunette with a glare. I didn't know why I had stopped her from talking. It was just instinct. Faith try speaking, me shut her up. That was how it worked. It was obvious that the younger girl hadn't changed a bit. It wouldn't surprise me if there was an attempt on my life as I slept.
That wasn't completely true. There was something different, if I couldn't exactly place it. I'd felt it when we had first spoken. Faith was still Faith, evil, badass bitch, but... there was something lost in there. There was still a spark to her eyes, still a harsh exterior. Something was just gone, faded maybe. Not that I cared, no I would never care about that murderer, never again. I had to keep telling myself that. I had to know that it was true.
I hate her, I want her dead, yet I can't keep this silence. I probably shouldn't have stopped the rogue slayer from talking. The ice would have been broken to an extent or at least some of the boredom. "My how time flies when you're having fun." I muttered sarcastically under my breath. Most people wouldn't have heard it, but I knew Faith could. Maybe that wasn't the best comment or the most emotional thing to say, but the silence was technically gone.
The only response from my counter-part though was a snort and a glare that looked identical to the one I'd given her earlier. I sighed not sure whether it was from anger or just weariness. When would this trip be over?