Title: The First Seconded

Author: Falcon-Rider falcon_rider@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13 for Agnst and ect. (Spike will have guilt and feels remorse, more on that will be touched on in later chaps)

Disclaimer: I own nothing 'cept the plot and Nich.

Authors note: Thank you everyone for the wonderful reviews! I love getting reviews… I love to review! ^_^  Willow- part 10!!!!! Hehehe…. Anyway someone wanted to know what was going on in sunnydale…well I had already written this part so here it is… not a character I think most would expect. Also this story is dealing with spike and his journey for the most part currently, when I feel the need to show other characters like I did here then I do… and almost all the characters from the show that are still living will appear, (I'm working on figuring out how OZ can fit in..) anyway I wanna know if ppl want G/A or X/A… im not sure which to do yet. Also nichs story will be told just not yet… It'll happen either in LA or right before they leave England. As for my grammar and chapter length, I get more out with shorter chaps and I'll try to edit more carefully.

 TO THE STORY!

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Part Eight

Starving for miracle jobs

85 days

The staff twirled in the air and Nich expertly caught it swinging it once more around before stabbing it to the side and into a cushion that had been set against the wall to protect it, so far it looked as if they may have to pay to get small dents and paint scrapes fixed up. After a few more minutes she leaned the staff against the wall and swiped her forehead with her hand.

"When's William going to get back? I'm starting to get antsy, plus nearly dark which is usually around the time I start to get visions." Nich asked as she walked across the room to where Tara sat.

"He'll be back soon, I hope." Tara glanced up as the teen flopped onto the couch and turned on the television. "Assuming Giles didn't freak and have a heart attack or kill him."

"Rats, then I'd be out of a job." Nich sighed mock upset. "How come there's nothing ever on… oh Vampire High…"

Tara shook her head as the door to the flat opened and Spike walked in followed closely by Giles. She stood nervously and smiled at the ex-watcher. "H-hey, how've you b-been?"

"Tara," Giles stared at the witch. Spike had told him that she was alive but it hadn't really sunk in. "You're…"

"Alive?" Tara grinned sheepishly. "That's what they t-tell me."

Nich turned the television off as they embraced in a quick hug and followed Tara in standing. "So you're Giles?"

Giles nodded, "Yes, and you are…?"

"Nich, I'm Mr. Slayer's Seer." She smiled as they shook hands. "So you're a watcher huh?"

"Well, I was…"

*

LA-Prison

The dark steel of the prison bars moved out of the way to create a door for her to walk through. The Brunette smiled slightly as a middle-aged man welcomed her into the land of the free… or those on parole.

"Faith," He nodded to her.

"Watcher?" She asked her face fallen.

"What?" he asked taken back. She shook her head and smiled broadly.

"Never mind, so I hear I actually got a job to go with my teaching degree." She remembered the few years she had been working on achieving it with the support of her lawyer (one not belonging to Wolfram and Hart thanks to Angel's help… not only had her sentence been reduced but she had been able to finish high school and get a degree) and her councilor.

"Yes you did," He smiled as he led her through the prisons halls toward the outside world. She glanced at him and cocked her head to the side slightly.

"So, where is this miracle job of mine going to be?"

"Well Miss Wilkins, you will be teaching Physical Education at the new Sunnydale High in just a few months." He smiled broadly as he walked on.

Faith stopped in her tracks her face fallen and mouth open slightly. "Sunnydale? I should have guessed."

*

The man, who happened to be an officer, gave her a ride to Sunnydale and showed her to the apartment that she had been able to buy thanks to the Mayor having put her as his sole heir. At first she hadn't wanted the money but after a chat with Angel a few months ago, almost a year ago now that she thought about it, she had decided that she might be able to use the money for good. Mr. Krager set up an appointment for her a week from then to talk with her parole officer and neatly laid out the rules before he left.

Faith walked dumbly around the apartment running her hands across the different surfaces. There's a small TV in front of a blue couch with some light green pillows on it that contrast the pale violet of the walls. Whoever decorated the apartment needed to be shot. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and she fell back onto the smooth fluffy couch and hugged a lime green pillow to her chest.

She was back in Sunnydale, not the place where her problems began but it was close enough. Someday soon she would probably run into Buffy or one of the Scooby's, or even more likely due to her new job, Buffys little sister Dawn.

After a few minutes of staring up at a white ceiling she swung her legs over the edge of the couch and grabbed her purse. Now was as good a time as any to go for a new look.

Never once did it occur to Faith to wonder why her contact, the one who had kept in touch with her for so long had never called and hadn't even met her outside the prison.

The thought to wonder what had happened to the brooding vampire that when they first met she had tried to kill never occurred to her. She had started a new life, yes one in Sunnydale but for a time she could pretend to be normal. She could be a teacher, for a group of rebellious students, trying to make a living. She could, for a time, ignore her calling, even perhaps in Sunnydale.

*

LA-Off the shore

The cold dark water of the pacific blocked the sunlight from cascading far enough to reach the rock and sand covered ocean floor. Small fish swam in schools to get away from larger fish as small things crawled across the ocean floor.

One such creature crawled across a metal box, a coffin. Inside a vampire lay in a deep trance trying to conserve energy. His skin was pale as chalk and it hung off his bones.

He hadn't fed in months and his demon had surfaced stretching the skin across his face even tighter. His fangs had pierced his lower lip sometime in the last month and for the first time in years his hair was flat against his head.

The creature moved on falling a ways as it tumbled off the coffin. It righted itself and continued silently on its way.

*

An apartment in Sunnydale

Faith stepped into the shower and let the warm water run across her body washing away dirt and grime along with the dye she had used. She leaned her arms against the tile wall and let it beat across her back as she grieved for all the people she had lost in her old life, including those she had killed. Inside her mind she begged for forgiveness and hoped that in this new life she could do something right, something to save rather than to kill.

As she dried her self off she ran a towel across the long mirror on the back off the door to the bathroom and stared at her reflection. Her hair was now a light brown with a few blond streaks. Opening the door she stalked into her room to change.

After her hair was completely dried and she was dressed she returned to survey herself in the mirror.

She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and had slipped in some blue contacts. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a light green sleeveless T-shirt and sneakers. She smiled broadly and tilted her head to the side.

"Hi, I'm Miss Wilkins. This as you can see is a class designed to get you in shape, now five laps around the gym… pronto!" She giggled after she spoke. "Maybe everything will be okay."

"Maybe being a grown up is hard work but getting there is a lot harder", chealsea, 14

To be continued in: Slaying punching bags

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