Just so you all remember, I am following the Wwe storyline but am changing it a bit, where Faith comes in. Here though I think I'm stiil in july. It is before summerslam still.

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"So, how had everything been going for you?" Chris asked, as soon as they got back to their hotel. They had decided it would be better to talk in his room, where there would be no interruptions.

"Fine, I guess." Faith replied back with a shrug.

"Really?"

"Let's see, you became an asshole, I practically killed Trish and Tomko, I found out Edge was empathic, I had another run in with you, tried to end my life, tried to run away but only came back when I thought Kane was going to kill you. So yeah, everything's just five by five."

Chris looked at her, his eyes full of guilt. "Faith-"

"Forget it Chris." She sighed, sitting heavily on the bed.

"No, listen to me. When I got mad at you last week, I was a jackass, I admit it. I'm sorry. I was just so close, then it was taken away but it wasn't your fault."

Faith didn't say anything.

"This last week has been hell without you. I couldn't get my mid off of you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It's been that way since I met you but it's been worse when you're not around to talk to. That night we spent together-"

Faith went to interrupt but he silenced her with a finger to her lips.

"That night we had together was the best night of my life. It wasn't a one-night stand, or some mistake because we were drunk. It was something special to me and I was scared because I thought you didn't feel the same."

Faith looked up at him. "Look, Chris, I don't do the whole spill my feelings and mushiness thing."

Chris stared at her. "Then tell me it wasn't a one night stand, that's all I want to hear."

"It wasn't." She finally whispered. She looked up at Chris but before anything else could happen, his lips were covering hers.

She pushed him away. "Just because we've already had sex, doesn't mean I want to get right back in the sack with you."

Chris sighed. "Faith, I just want to kiss you. I won't do anything until you say okay. We'll take it slow, at your pace."

Faith let out a small chuckle. "I've never done anything slow before."

She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him in for another kiss."

The relationship progressed at a slow pace. The rest of the week was filled with cuddling and kissing, nothing more. Chris didn't mind, he was happy just to be near her and she enjoyed being part of something that wasn't casual.

He treated her like a queen. He brought her flowers and chocolates and anything else he thought would show how much he cared. He always had something for her whenever they were apart, no matter how long it was. He gave her space when she needed it, letting her patrol on her own, although he really wanted to be out there with her protecting her.

Faith was really and truly amazed. No one had ever done the things Chris was doing for her. He was kind, patient, caring. Three things that was unusual to her. But something even more unusual was beginning to happen. Feelings that were so foreign to her, it took awhile to figure it out but when she did, it only seemed to bring a big smile to her face.

Faith was falling in love.

Which could only mean things were bound to fall apart soon.

The next taping of Raw started out fine. Chris had his Highlight Reel and Faith walked out with him. His guests were the ten finalists of some Diva contest. This made Faith laugh. She had gotten the job a lot easier.

The diva hopefuls came down and he sat on the second rope to let them through. She stood at the other side.

He gave a little speech about voting then had them introduce themselves. Next, he told them about an immunity envelope that was hidden in Eric Bischoff's office. Faith raised her eyebrows. He didn't tell her about that.

Leaving the ring, Chris had the girls follow him over the barrier, causing Faith to laugh as they struggled over the barrier. Following behind, she made sure the crowd saw how easily she cleared the barrier.

She followed them back into Bischoff's office, watching as they began to tear his office apart. Chris kept egging them on but she stood against the door.

Finally Chris came by, grabbing her arm and leaving the room at a run.

"There's no envelope, huh?"

He laughed and shook his head. "No but the bastard deserved it."

They were back in his locker room when they found out he was to have a rematch with Kane. Better yet, Bischoff had made it right after hers, making it impossible for either to accompany the other out.

Faith's happiness came crashing down later when Faith was alone in her locker room, getting ready for her very first match against Trish. She was excited, yet at the same time, nervous. All throughout the week, she had been working with Chris and Edge, trying to wrestle without using her full strength. She was doing pretty good too but once in awhile, she slipped up and that's what worried her.

But yesterday, Lita had given her a small package from her cousin Julie, who was aware of where Faith was but was keeping it quiet. The package contained several small vials with instructions to only drink half at a time. On closer inspection, Faith saw that they were the same muscle relaxants that were given to Buffy on her eighteenth birthday. She had become worried, wondering why they had these but apparently Julie had said they were used for the out of control Slayers. Like the one Andrew had picked up from Angel last year.

So she took half the vial, immediately feeling the affects but knowing that it would only last a few hours. With it, Chris and Edge had no problem out wrestling her. She was weak but she still had skill and she had a good chance tonight against Trish who was so certain she'd win, she had put up her belt.

Finishing her make-up, she went to put everything back in her bag. Her locker room door slammed open and she looked up, surprised to see Evolution there.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" She yelled.

This was not good. She had already taken the vial and she didn't stand a chance. As for help, she had no clue where everyone was.

"Hello Faith." Triple H leered at her.

"Who's Faith?" She asked, trying to play dumb.

"You."

"No dumbass, my name is Faye-Elizabeth."

"Oh really?" He asked. Flair handed him a folder, which he opened, looking at in interest.

"Oh so you're not the Faith Richardson from Boston, who moved to Sunnydale when she was fifteen after watching her guardian be murdered."

She raised her chin defiantly, refusing to say anything.

"But your guardian was special, huh? Something called a Watcher because you were a slayer."

Faith couldn't stop the surprise that flashed through her eyes.

"Slayer. An interesting word." Triple H continued. "That was really hard to find but you'd be surprised at what you can find if you have the right connections."

"Go to Hell." She spat at him.

"No Faith, that's where you're heading. Now, if I can continue. So you went to Sunnydale where there was another Slayer. You helped her before you turned on her and started working for the mayor, who was, gasp, a demon."

He turned to the others his mouth open in surprise. They all started chuckling.

"You killed people until the other Slayer, Buffy Summers, put you in a coma for eight months. Upon waking, you tried to ruin her life before running away to an old friend who convinced you to turn yourself in. So you were in jail for three years until you decided to break out. Shall I continue?"

She glared at him.

"You left to help a friend before returning to Sunnydale, which somehow imploded not too long after. Then your criminal record disappears as if you were never in jail. That's quite a mystery how that happened."

He closed the folder, looking up at faith with a smirk.

"You can't prove shit." She snapped.

He chuckled, reaching into the folder and pulling out a picture. He held it up to her. It was her mug shot.

"Mother fucker." She swore, charging him.

"Grab her arms, hold her down." Triple H ordered Orton and Batista.

They stepped forward and held her back with ease. She tried to struggle but was too weak.

"Hunter, she's weak." Batista said.

Triple H looked at her in surprise. "No, she's strong, I know she is. She practically broke my ribs."

"Pity I didn't." She snarled.

"Did you take something?"

She clamped her mouth shut.

"Tell me." He yelled, reaching forward and squeezing her mouth.

"Bite me."

He backhanded her and it really hurt. It left a bright red mark on her face that instantly began to swell. Her mouth filled with blood, which she gladly spat at him.

"That answers my question. Whatever it is, take no more, I want you at full strength."

"You can't tell me what to do asshole."

His grin turned evil. "But I can and I will. From now on, you are a member of Evolution."

"I'd rather go back to jail."

"You might if you don't listen. Not only that but I will also tell your little boy toy about your past."

Her eyes widened in horror.

"Didn't think he knew, does anyone?"

Faith hesitated. Lita knew but if she told them, who knew what they'd do to her as well.

She shook her head.

"It'll stay that was as long as you do what I say."

She remained silent.

"You'll cut off all the ties to your little buddies."

She opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off.

"You'll do as I say if you don't want them to find out."

She wisely closed her mouth.

"You'll win that title tonight and then you'll give your boy toy a nice farewell. Now grab your stuff, I'll tell you what you're doing on the way."

"What happened?" Chris asked, touching her cheek where it was swelling.

Faith shrugged. "Stupid muscle relaxants, makes me clumsy. I tripped and hit a locker."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"You'll do good."

"Thanks."

She pulled him down for a passionate kiss.

"What was that for?" He asked, breaking out into a goofy grin.

She shrugged. "Good luck with your match." She smiled, giving him one last kiss before turning away.

Soon her would hate her but now, she could kiss him, knowing he cared for her.

His music started and she stepped away.

"I love you." She whispered but she knew he couldn't hear her.

She stepped out to the ramp, glaring at her opponent in the ring. Beside her was her problem solver but despite her weakened state, she wasn't worried. She had used more force on him then her when she had beaten them. He was probably a little nervous.

She stepped into the ring and Tomko was quick to exit.

"I'll make this quick." Trish sneered at her.

Faith rolled her eyes. "Good, I have better things to do."

Trish charges and she lifted a leg, catching the blonde in the stomach. Grabbing her hair, Faith gave her a mouthful of her knee before picking up the smaller woman and giving her a suplex.

Leaving her, she climbed to the top turnbuckle, readying herself for a moonsault. Before she could execute the move, Tomko grabbed her ankle. She kicked him in the face before turning and jumping on him.

"Not your fight, cowboy." She murmured, before standing up and rolling back into the ring.

She stood up and was met by a boot to the face by Trish. Then Trish grabbed her hair, going for a bulldog but as she went to drop, Faith braced herself, grabbing the blonde and lifting her to drop her on her back.

Now she went to the top for a moonsault, landing it perfectly. She held Trish down for the three count.

The match had lasted under five minutes and she was the new Women's Champion.

She couldn't enjoy it though. Chris' match was next.

Grabbing her belt, she held it up to the crows and picked up a mic.

"Thanks for making it quick Trish. Like I said, I got better things to do."

Dropping the mic, she sauntered up the ramp.

She didn't get to see him again as she reached the back. A tear slipped down her cheek as she watched the monitor.

"You ready?' A voice whispered behind her.

She stiffened as he put an arm around her shoulder.

"Your debut with Evolution is almost here."

"I hate you. She whispered.

"With your help I will ruin all who stand in my way."

She turned and glared at him. "One day, I will make you pay."

He laughed. "Not if you want your secret kept."

On the monitor, Chris' music began to play. She allowed herself a small smile, he had won.

"It's not over yet." Triple H laughed as Bischoff walked out telling Chris He couldn't win by count out. It was falls count anywhere.

Faith sucked in a sharp breath. He had been lucky. Kane had held in his strength and he had got in some shots but now, now he would lose for sure.

"You're up." He laughed, giving her a little push.

Nausea rised up in Faith and she turned to the nearest garbage can, emptying the contents of her stomach into it. She had no idea where this had come from. She had always had a strong stomach.

As soon as she was finished Triple H motioned to the sound guy, who put Chris' music back on. She was pushed through the curtain and she slowly made her way back to the ring.

Kane had just gone over the top rope and Chris turned to her, his face breaking out into a grin, despite his exhaustion.

Faith didn't react. She stopped halfway down, motioning him to continue.

She watched the rest of the match, following them into the crowd as they beat each other up.

She held herself back from cheering on Chris as he did what he could to take Kane down. He even got a crane that a camera was on and swung it at Kane's head. He went down and Chris slowly crawled over to him to get the pinfall.

Batista showed up, pulling Chris off and throwing him into the barrier.

"Now." Batista yelled.

Faith stepped forward, wiling the tears not to fall and pushing back another wave of Nausea. She lifted her newly won belt, thankful he wasn't facing her. She didn't want to see the look in his eyes when she betrayed him.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

She brought the belt down.

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