set after season 7 of Btvs and in June for WWE where HBK gets his throat squashed by Kane. spoilers for eveything after that as it does follow the WWE storylines currently going on

Disclaimer: I don't own anything just the plot.

Summary: Faith decides to leave behind the Slayer school and find her purpose in life. Instead of being discreet, she is fast pulled into a world that she would have loved only a few years ago. but she has changed and how will she cope with her new surroundings. Especially when a blonde canadian becomes attached to her.

Feedback: Would love it.

Well a few more chapters nad i am almost doen this first part. The second part of this trilogy is A LOT longer and i don't know about the third part.. thanks to all myreviewrs and please keep reviewing

"I'm sick and tired of getting hit in the head." Chris Jericho mumbled as he slowly came to.

"You're in the wrong profession then, buddy." A voice said nearby.

Groaning, Chris turned his head, opening his eyes.

On one side of the bed was Lita and Edge, looking down on him in concern. He turned his head only to find the rest of the room empty.

"Where's faith?" He mumbled.

He missed the look his two friends gave each other.

"On a good note, you don't have a concussion." Lita said with a bright smile.

Chris turned to them. "Where's Faith?"

"Chris-" Lita began.

"What happened?" he cut her off. "Did Batista or Kane do something to her? She wasn't at her full strength."

Another look passed between his two friends but this time he noticed it.

"Just tell me." He said impatiently, sitting up.

Neither Edge nor Lita said anything. Instead, Edge stood up and pressed play on his VCR.

Chris watched his fight with Kane, watched Faith come down the ramp and silently watch the match. She followed them into the crowd, very still, just watching. Batista showed up, pulling him off Kane and throwing him into the barrier. He turned and seemed to be yelling at Faith who had crept closer. He watched as Faith stepped closer and lifted her belt, her face expressionless. But instead of hitting Batista, she turned away from the camera and towards him on the floor and hit him over the head with the belt.

Edge stopped the tape.

"That was an accident, right?" Chris asked, sounding panicked. "She didn't mean to- she wouldn't-"

The other two looked at him with pity in their eyes.

"We haven't talked to her." Lita said. "But she was seen leaving the building with triple h and Flair."

"No." Chris said, shaking his head in denial. "She wouldn't."

"She did man." Edge cut him off quietly.

"But why?" Chris asked, his eyes full of pain.

"I don't know." Lita said quietly, wondering herself what exactly had happened to make her friend turn to Evolution. Especially after she had been trying so hard to change.

"Get your stuff." Triple H commanded, stopping in front of her hotel room.

"What?" Faith asked.

"You think Lita will be happy to see you after what you did? Also can't risk you tipping her off."

"You can't be fucking serious." She hissed. "Where the fuck am I staying?"

"With me." Triple H replied with a big smile.

"Oh hell no."

"Oh hell yes. Now get your stuff."

Knowing there was nothing she could do, she gave him the finger before stepping into her room and slamming the door in Evolution's face.

"Feisty." Triple H said. "I like it."

"Do you think we can pull this off?" Randy Orton asked, staring at the door Faith had just stepped through. That girl intrigued him.

Triple H turned to glare at him. "Of course we can. She doesn't want to go back to jail and she doesn't want Jericho or her little buddies to find out what kind of person she really is. And that's good. With her help, we can get back my belt."

"Mine too, right?" Orton asked.

"Yeah, whatever, yours too." He replied, distracted.

Faith leaned against the door, willing herself not to scream, or break something, or hell, even cry because she suddenly had the urge to cry sweep through her but she bit it back, they would not see her cry. They had her and they knew it. There was no way in hell she was going back to jail and there was no way in hell she was letting Chris find out about that part of her past. If he was going to hate her, she'd rather it be for something like this then because he knew she was a murderer.

There was a knock on the door. "You ready? We don't have all day."

"Fuck you." She yelled through the door.

"Language, Faith, Language."

"Don't you dare call me that." She snapped throwing open the door. "I'll be ready when I'm damn well ready and if you don't want to wait, then leave, I don't give a shit."

Triple H charged through her open door, pushing her up against the wall.

"I told you to hurry up and get your stuff. Now do it and leave your damn key card behind."

Faith pulled away from him. "I hate you.' She hissed, gathering up all her stuff and throwing it into the bag.

When she was done, she turned for the door before dropping her bag and running for he bathroom. Again she emptied the contents of her stomach. She believed it to still be guilt for what she had done to Chris.

"Your key card." Triple H reminded her as she stepped out of the bathroom.

She pulled it out and moved to put it on the nightstand. While her back was to him, she reached up, yanking off the chain around her neck. She put them both down, hoping Lita would find her cross necklace and somehow understand, this wasn't by choice.

Leaving the room, she followed the guys back to Triple H's room where they all went their separate ways.

"Make yourself at home." He smirked, opening the door.

"There's one bed." She said, glaring at him.

"You're welcome to join me." He said, snaking an arm across her shoulders.

Faith smirked to herself. He was about to find out that her Slayer strength was back. She grabbed his arm, twisting it behind him and pushing his face into the wall.

"Get one thing straight. You may have something over me that is forcing me to help you, but you will not touch me. You touch me and I have no problem breaking every bone in your body."

"You do that and your secrets out."

"Not if you're unable to talk."

She let him go with a little extra shove.

"I have to patrol."

"You have to what?" He asked, dusting off his suit.

"Patrol. Dust vamps, kill demons. You said you looked up what a Slayer is so you figure it out."

"You're not going alone."

"Gee I didn't know you cared." She sneered at him.

"I don't." He shot back. "I just don't want to lose my chance at regaining what was taken from me."

"Oh, so you admit you're a shitty wrestler who can only win by cheating."

She was surprised at his speed. She didn't even see his backhand.

"Fuck you." She spat at him, punching him back.

The Game wiped at the blood on his lips and glared at her.

"Batista is going with you."

"Fine, but don't come crying to me if he gets himself killed. But I doubt I'm that lucky."

Without another word, she left the room, slamming the door on her way out.

She made it half a block before she sensed someone behind her. She stopped and sighed.

"Might as well come out, you big dumb ape. I know you're following me."

Batista stepped out from the shadows. "Hunter won't like you saying stuff like that to me."

Faith glared at him. "Hunter can go to hell for all I care."

She pulled out a knife from her jacket.

"What are you doing with that?" he asked a little nervous.

"What I'm supposed to be doing."

She threw it at him and it sailed past his shoulders, lodging firmly into her target's head.

Batista stared, his eyes wide. "That's a-that's-"

"A demon? No shit."

She walked over and pulled the knife out, cutting off its head before wiping the knife on a patch of grass.

"You gonna come patrolling with me then get used to it. Better yet, make yourself useful." She pulled out a stake and tossed it at him.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Batista asked.

She rolled her eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Something attacks, aim for the heart."

"Uh-uh, I ain't killing nothing."

"Then leave. If you're not going to help, you'll get us both killed."

"Hunter said I can't leave you alone."

She raised a brow." You really think I care what Hunter says."

She turned away from him wanting to let out some of her anger. Batista, looking pissed off and scared, quickly ran to catch up with her.

She had always hated mornings but this was the worst. First, she woke up on the cold hard floor. Second, she turned over and saw triple H on his bed and that made her groan, making her remember how bad yesterday was. The final kicker was the nausea building up in her stomach and up into her throat. She had ran for the bathroom, once again, throwing everything up until all there was, was dry heaving. What the hell was wrong with her? Cleaning herself up, she stepped into the shower.

One good thing had come out of her patrol last night and that was seeing Batista get attacked from behind by a Vamp. He was screaming and crying like a little girl. Needless to say she had taken her time getting to him. When they returned, he had said he was not going out with her anymore. Randy Orton had bravely, or stupidly, in Faith's opinion, stepped forward.

Half-hour later, she was sitting on the bed, her stomach still rolling as she waited for Triple H, when someone knocked on the door.

"Get it." He snapped from the bathroom.

Faith rolled her eyes as she stood and opened the door.

"Faithy." Orton said, stepping through. "How great to see you."

She let them all in then slammed the door.

"Look here, dumb ass. You do not call me Faith, or Faithy or anything resembling Faith. Unless you want a black eye, call me Liz."

"Whatever you say, Faith." Orton said with his trademark smirk.

She growled and moved towards him.

"Enough." Triple H roared, coming out of the bathroom.

"You ready?" He asked the rest of Evolution.

They nodded.

"Let's go then."

"What do you have there?" edge asked, coming to sit beside Lita.

She held up a necklace with a cross on it.

"Isn't that...?"

"Yeah." She replied. "I found it this morning with her keycard."

"Why would she leave it?"

Lita shrugged her shoulders while looking down at the necklace. "I don't know, she always wore this. It was part of the Slayer gig."

She turned and stared at Edge. "You saw the match right? You saw her face for that split second, didn't you?"

Edge slowly nodded.

"I don't think she wanted to do that."

"Then why would she?"

Lita didn't say anything, instead chewing her bottom lip nervously. She had a feeling Faith was being blackmailed but she couldn't say anything to Edge without giving away all of Faith's past. Faith's actions from the previous night just didn't sit right with her. She had seen how Faith was and how hard she was trying to be a better person. Evolution just didn't fit in with that plan.

"Is there any way you can find out?" She asked Edge.

Edge sighed. "I guess, if I can get close enough to her. But if she's really with Evolution, it will be hard."

"Hey." Chris said, walking over to them and taking a seat. "What's up?"

"Nothing much.' She replied, shooting a warning glance at Edge.

"How are you?" She asked, putting an arm around him."

He shrugged. "How am I supposed to be?" he asked.

Lita didn't have an answer for him.

"Maybe you should try talking to her."

"No." he said, his jaw set. "There's just been too many obstacles between us. Obviously this, us, isn't supposed to happen. So just drop it."

Lita slumped back against her seat. It looked like luck just wasn't in any of their corners. Matt still hadn't talked to her, although she had told him yesterday that she loved him and she was going to have the baby with or without him. She really wanted it to be the former but now everything rested on him.

It was times like these that she really missed Jeff and wished the younger Hardy hadn't left the WWE. He was always a comforting figure when she needed one but ever since he had left and she had returned form her neck injury, they had fallen out of touch. Perhaps she would call him after the landed.

But her relationship wasn't the only one on the rocks. Chris and Faith, Man she had been rooting for those two and they had until evolution had become involved. She was positive they had done something to her. But what?

Looking up, Lita spied the object of her thoughts walking towards them. She was flanked by Evolution and Lita could clearly see the look of repulsion on her face. It just cemented her idea that Faith was doing this against her will.

"Liz." She called out, standing up.

Faith's eyes briefly come to rest on her before flickering away. But Lita had seen something in that brief moment. A plea for help?

Triple h leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Immediately, the look of repulsion disappeared.

"Liz." Lita called again, stepping towards the dark hair girl.

Faith let out a sigh. Now that Lita was standing in her way, there was no way to ignore her. She flicked her hand back at Evolution who backed off a step, all except Randy Orton, who on Triple H's command, stepped forward and put an arm around her.

Lita could not miss the shudder or the look that she saw for sure pass through her eyes. Faith was begging for help.

"Yes Lita?" She asked in a bored voice.

"You left something in our room." She didn't say mine. Showing faith that it was still open to her.

"What?" faith asked as Lita held out the necklace.

Her eyes became filled with sadness as her eyes quickly flickered to Chris, who was trying not to look at her, before returning to Lita.

"No, it ain't mine." She replied hollowly.

Lita nodded in understanding. "My mistake."

She turned away without another word. Now she understood but she needed to know how they were blackmailing her and why.

"You could've been a bit more nasty." Randy Orton whispered in her ear, making it look like he was nuzzling her ear.

"And you could've not touched me." Faith snapped back. "You want her to find out? Cause you touching me makes me want to puke."

"Watch your mouth." Triple H whispered in a menacing tone as he stepped forward.

"Tell him to watch his hands then." She grumbled back, stepping ahead of them.

"Like hell I will. You and Orton are the new couple of the WWE. Learn to deal with it."

Faith rolled her eyes but inside she was secretly thrilled. Oh not about her new supposed boyfriend. She was ready to deck him but thrilled that Lita understood. She knew this wasn't what she wanted. Maybe by some chance she'd get Chris to believe that.

For now, until she could come up with a plan. She was the new member and only female of Evolution. And Randy Orton's new girlfriend on top of that. The nausea rose up in her stomach again and she wondered if Orton really did make her want to puke. It was the only explanation for her getting sick. Ugh, she'd have to find a way out of this soon before she became really violent.

"Here."

"What?" Chris asked, turning his miserable looking eyes up to Lita.

"This is for you." She held the necklace up in front of him.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, slightly annoyed.

"Faith wanted you to have it."

He clenched his jaw at the mention of her name. "She said it wasn't hers. I heard her.

"But you didn't see her."

"No but I saw Orton draped all over her."

Lita sighed, picking up his hand and dropping the necklace into it before closing his hand around it.

"I wish I could say why but I don't know why. I do know they're holding her against her will. They must be blackmailing her but I don't know for what. When she looked at me though, I knew that was the last place she wanted to be."

"And how would you know?" Chris asked, standing up. "Maybe she's just playing you, Lita, the same way she played us all."

Pushing past her, he went to board the plane.

Lita allowed herself a small smile. She didn't believe faith had ever played them, she believed the Slayer was genuinely trying to change for the better.

But if Chris really believed what he had said, why did he still have her necklace clenched in his fist?