Chapter Two: The Voices in my Head are Telling me to Rip You Apart

Disclaimer: See there are these people, who own this stuff. Then there are these people who write about them. Take a wild guess about which I am... -coughthesecondcough- Now that wasn't so hard, was it?

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.

Author's Note: Well... a thanks to my first reviewer with a powerful... three words... -cough- Yes, very moving indeed. And a special thanks to Jen for putting up with my ramblings and bridgemidge for helping me out a bit.

A/N: Also, I've decide to throw something in this story that I hadn't thought I was going to do. I don't know if it's overused, or disliked. Seeing this story has a lack of plot without this thing I'm throwing in, then you'll just have to deal with it. Well... if you could talk to me telling me how you feel then maybe I'll take it away. That probably won't happen cause I'm falling in love with the twist though. Have you noticed I ramble on? I like rambling cause it's like Red and what B does sometimes... eww look I talk in Faith terms... shutting up now.

A/N: Ahh I know one last thing. I do really talk too much, but... I don't really know Kennedy's personality much. I've seen some on her but in reality know nearly nothing. If she seems out of character or anyone for that matter, just let me know.

Chapter Two: The Voices in my Head are Telling me to Rip You Apart

Buffy's POV:

We finally pulled up to my home. It was such a relief to be able to just get out of the car. There was no way I would do that ever again. After both attempts at conversation, if you could call it that, my hate just seemed to take reign again. That was a good thing for me, for a while there had been glimpses of sympathy.

I couldn't help but notice things during the car trip. I can't believe how out of shape Faith is. During our brief fight with those pathetic guards, the rogue slayer seemed to actually get tired. I hadn't even broken a sweat, yet my counter-part was a mess. Not to mention all the weight she had gained. Who would have thought that being in prison would get you so out of shape? Damn she even has a stomach! Albeit it's not that big of one, but still!

These thoughts are just too much. I should be more worried about what's going to happen when we walk through the door. Oh look, that's what we're doing now. See my feet are moving, one step, two steps, three steps. There's the front door. I stop though. There's no way I'm going to go in there with Faith and not talk to her first. Determined, I turn around to the dark girl standing behind me. She seemed so perturbed, well that much I couldn't blame her for. Who wouldn't be afraid to face the rest of the Scoobies? I would be. The brunette seems able to hide it well, good for her; the bitch deserves whatever she gets though.

"B."

"Faith."

"Do we have to do the whole name thing each time we speak? Just spit it out already, I'm not one to just stand around on the porch." She didn't sound particularly annoyed, just impatient.

Be cold, be cold, be cold... "We need to talk terms." I paused for a second thinking of how to say it exactly. Faith almost interrupts me, but I can't let her. I'm the dominant one here. "No, wait let me go on. You even give one wrong look at my sister, any of the Scoobies, or Giles and I swear you'll wish that you were back in a prison cell."

Faith's POV:

"No, wait let me go on. You even give one wrong look at my sister, any of the Scoobies, or Giles and I swear you'll wish that you were back in a prison cell."

I almost laugh out loud at the comment. I want to be back at the cell even now. I already have death threats from one of them; soon I'll get the rest of theirs. Does she even realize that I've reformed... some? Of course not, I'm still badass Faith and that's the way it'll say.

"Whatever B, I'll look at the walls the whole time. I hear walls are so mu – wait... why didn't you threaten me with your mother? Have you decided that she's not important enough? Jeez, if that was so you could have at least let me kill her back in my glory days. You're so selfish." Ok, I so should have shut up. Maybe it wasn't the nicest thing for me to say, but hell come on. Why not threaten me with her mother?

She's glaring at me. That is not good. "She's dead."

"Oh God..." I say softly without thinking. She was always so good to me. I still wasn't thinking, even after realizing that I had said something that sounded remotely caring I had to continue on. "B... Buffy... I'm sorry... she was a good mom..." Shit! Damn Faith, what the hell is wrong with you? Do you enjoy looking like a dumb ass? You don't care about B, never have and never will.

Buffy's POV:

"Oh God... B... Buffy... I'm sorry... she was a good mom..."

"Fuck off Faith. I don't need your sympathy; it's not fun to pretend to give a damn." Why'd she always have to do this to me? You'd think after a while she'd stop. There's no reason that she should care. That's because she doesn't care. Faith is a murdering and backstabbing bitch. Remember that Buffy, she likes to play with your mind.

Of course she enjoyed playing with minds. The smirk that played across her lips is obvious enough proof of that. Jeez, she must love this. Oh well, let's just see her have some fun by being thrown in with a pack of wild hyenas... or Scoobies, either way it's all the same.

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At long last, Buffy threw the door open. A surprised looking group of Scoobies and a few potentials all looked up as she entered. Their expressions quickly turned to rage and fear, the later coming mostly from Xander and the potentials. All of the potentials except one left the room, figuring that this was a moment that they shouldn't see. Willow stood up, her movements harsh, and stormed towards Buffy and Faith, who looked taken back. When she was around, Willow had been timid.

"What the hell is she doing here?!" Willow's voice was cracking with rage and her red hair had darkened considerably. Quickly, the remaining potential made her way to Willow, putting a calming hand on her shoulder while shooting death glares towards the Chosen Two.

"Well, it's a long story really. You see, B came to give me a visit. Got down on her hands and knees she did. She was even on the verge of tears and –", Faith had spoken in her smartass way, though she was cut off from the older slayer.

"Angel said we should get her out. He went on about something of... redemption. I doubt it's true but Wills we need all the help we can get, even if it means getting it from her." Buffy didn't sound all that happy for standing up for her counter-part. It sounded more as if she agreed with Willow's outrage, but they needed help.

"Like we need help from a psychopathic murderer." Kennedy muttered under her breath. Faith just sent her a good natured smile that seemed out of place for the comment.

"Psychopathic murderer are such strong words, but who argues with the truth any more? See there are these voices in my head telling me to rip you apart kid. They say that would help me... it's so hard to resist. In fact, I don't think I can control myself. Look, my hands are moving for your throat. Soon they'll squeeze it so hard that it'll pop off. A fountain of blood spurting out... it's so wondrous." As the rogue slayer went on, Kennedy just paled more and more until she fled the room followed by an enraged Willow. The slayer seemed rather proud of herself, though the rest of the occupants of the room were glaring their outrage.

"I guess this is the kind of entrance she would have to make." Giles commented rather blandly as he cleaned his glasses with ferocity. "Welcome back to Sunnydale."

Xander chuckled nervously still unsure whether or not the threat had been real or not. Dawn was torn between hugging Faith or attacking her... maybe both would work. Killing Faith and then hugging the corpse was a nice idea. She couldn't help but look up at the younger slayer. First impressions die hard, yet her good feelings were almost completely banished. Giles was still in the process of cleaning his glasses, unsure what to say without causing a brawl. Kennedy and Willow were still gone as well as the potentials. Eventually the gang dispersed with Giles and Xander going to their places and Dawn up to her room. Just Buffy and Faith were left.

"Well B, just you and me. What now?" Faith asked in a lazy voice, though there was some curiosity there.

"You shouldn't have scared Kennedy like that. She wasn't exactly wrong; we don't need someone like you here. We just need the slayer. Don't forget that. I'm gonna go to my room, you know do the whole sleep thing. You can take the couch. Don't touch anything or talk to anyone." Buffy stormed up to her room. Her rage was rolling off of her in waves, easily palpable to her counter-part.

Faith just chuckled, though it sounded more uneasy than amused. It had been a long day for her and she was sure that tomorrow would be even worse. There were things they didn't know about her, too many. No way would they find out. The rogue slayer would stay just that. Redemption to them is a joke, but not to her. With these pleasant thoughts running through her mind, the girl fell asleep on the Summer's couch.