A/N: The characterisation of Wesley, Faith, and Xander especially is going to be wildly OOC here guys, but bear in mind they've all been changed by their different experiences in the Wishverse.

Two Slayers (4a/?)

Cordelia looked at the other teen, suddenly freaked by her manically- grinning face. "Yeah whatever," she said uneasily. "Anyway, I've got another class, in the University Of Outer Mongolia," she babbled, warily backing away from the grinning blonde. "Sunnydale," she muttered. "Where even the humans are weirder than average."

"Coee! Cordy!"

"And there's the proof," she muttered. Forcing a smile she turned to face the no. 1. Cordette. "Hi Harm-," her smile faded. "Oh crap." Heart pounding, she backed away from the approaching vampire, her hand darting into her jacket for the cross she kept there. "Get back!"

Harmony looked confused at the cross. "Didn't know you'd got religion Cor, isn't that skirt," the vampire looked at her mini. "A little short for a woman of god?"

Cordelia stared at her friend. What was happening? Last night, Harm had been a vampire, but now crosses didn't affect her, and, neither did sunlight. "Harm!" she threw her arms around her friend and hugged her. "I've missed you!"

"Ugh," the cheerleader pulled away. "Have you been watching Ellen again?"

"Yeah sorry," Cordelia couldn't stop grinning. Harmony back but how? Her smile slipped as she realised the probable source – the Wish. "I'll have to go see Giles," she muttered.

"Mr. Giles?" Harmony's face grew troubled. "Are you on something Cordy? He died remember?"

Cordelia felt like she'd been punched in the gut. "M...Mr Giles, dead? H...how?" it was an effort but she managed to fight back the tears. "What happened?"

Harmony shrugged. "Don't you remember? It was the night Buffy and her boyfriend went psycho, killed Oz and Mr. Giles, Willow too."

"And Xander?" Cordelia managed to gasp.

Again her second-in-command shrugged. "You should know better than me." Before Cordelia had chance to respond to that cryptic statement, the blonde cheerleader paled. "It'll be dark soon. Call me!"

"Later," Cordy croaked dazedly as the blonde hurried away. Giles dead? Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought how kind Giles had been to her. The Slayers, first Buffy and then Kendra and Faith, had always been his favourites, but he always had time for her, so unlike her father he didn't think every problem could be solved by a credit card. She remembered confiding in Giles about her family's money troubles. How he'd hugged her as she'd sobbed out her humiliation before helping her find an apartment, writing her references for her landlady and UC Sunnydale, offering her work at his new shop, and even giving her the money for her first few months' rent, telling her to consider 'long-overdue payment for her assistance in Slaying'. And now he was dead – because of a wish she'd made.

"Hi Cordy."

Cordelia looked up from the park bench she'd stumbled to after the shocking revelation of what her wish had done. She smiled weakly as she recognised her thickly built classmate. "Hi Larry," looking round she realised she must have been sat sobbing for hours; it must nine at night at least.

"Hi Cordy," Larry repeated. "I know someone who'd like to see you."

"Oh yeah," she muttered. "Who's that?"

"My sire," her blood chilled as Larry's face morphed into a vampire's. She opened her mouth to scream but only a croak came out. "I'm not into girls but he is, and he likes them soft and screaming."

"I don't think so." Suddenly Larry exploded into dust to reveal a pissed off Xander standing behind where the vampire had been, flanked by Amy and Jonathan. Cordelia opened her mouth to babble out a thanks but before she had chance to, Xander grabbed her by the elbows, yanked her to her feet, and, most surprisingly, crushed his lips to hers and slammed his tongue into her mouth. Shocked, Cordy started to pull away before getting into it, pressing her body against him even as Xander slid his callused palms up the back of her smooth legs and beneath her skirt to cup her well-rounded buttocks.

Just as suddenly Xander pulled away, Cordy attempted to follow him, intent on continuing the kiss. Her face exploded in pain as Xander, backhand slapped her across the face, knocking her to the ground. She stared up at the man in disbelief. "Damn it Harris, who the -."

The Scooby's cold voice interrupted her. "You stupid little bitch," he grated. "You know the streets of Sunnydale aren't safe for anyone after dark. We had to risk our lives to find you, if Amy hadn't cast a locater spell we wouldn't have found you in time. And you," the man crouched down, grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her to her feet, ignoring her protesting yelp. "You're number 2. on the wanted list." Xander shook his hand. "The things he'd do to you, you'd take weeks to die if he got his hands on you and be glad when you finally did." The man's face crumpled slightly, revealing the scared kid beneath. "I can't lose you too."

Her head still ringing from the blow she managed to blurt out a question. "Who?" suddenly she had the answer, if Kendra hadn't come here like she wished... "Angelus?"

Xander cast her a puzzled look. "Angelus? He's old news. I'm talking about Giles."

"This Rupert Giles used to be one of yours right?"

Wesley nodded at his charge's question, wishing it was just the two of them in the van so that he could pull into a lay-by, climb into the back with her, and fuck some of the tension he felt out of the both of them. Unfortunately the Council had deemed their mission so dangerous that the other Slayer, Kendra, and her Watcher, Sam Zabuto, had been called in to assist. "Indeed Faith," he glanced over his shoulder and smiled at her. Later, he soothed himself, there'd be time to play later. "Giles was a former dark arts mage and small-time London thug who was selected as a Watcher due in part to his family connection, but mostly because of his martial skills, magical ability, and extensive knowledge of demonology. Even before he was turned he was a formidable enemy. Now..."

"And he was field watcher for Buffy Summers? The legend?" this was from Kendra.

Wesley grimaced. Given the papers his father had furnished of the unedited Giles diaries Wesley suspected what she'd achieved was rather more due the accomplishments of her Scooby gang than anything Summers herself had managed, and her high-handed behaviour over the Angelus affair, utterly shameful – she should have been put down by the Council black-ops unit. Deciding his charges didn't need to have their confidence on what they accomplish knocked by decrying their fellow Slayer he agreed. "That is so."

"How did it all go to shit, Wes?"

"We don't know Miss Faith," Zabuto put in. "Mr. Giles' last report was a fortnight before his fall. Since then information has been patchy."

"So we're flying in blind?" Faith groaned. "Hoo-fucking-ray."

"Miss Faith," Zabuto admonished. "That language is not befitting of a Slayer."

"Hey Zabbie," Faith shot back. "Bite me."

"Do not speak to Mr. Zabuto like that!" Kendra snapped.

"See my finger?" Faith growled. "Sit on it."

Wesley groaned. It was going to be a long drive. He thought he'd taught Faith about her attitude but obviously he'd have to have further words.

Giles shuddered with delight as the magical alarms surrounding Sunnydale were breached. "The Slayers, both of them." He beamed, his eyes flickering golden as he ran his hand down his sire's and subordinate's soft neck. "Oh Buffy, soon they'll be ours to play with so soon," he purred. His master plan was coming to fruition.

"Can I keep one?" Buffy's eyes gleamed with the insanity that had always been there since Angelus had turned her. Something to do with the Slayer within he suspected, although it was only a theory.

Smiling at her enthusiasm for torture, she was a sadistic little bitch, he didn't know what he liked best – watching her torture the resistance members they caught or their time alone in their bedroom, he ran a finger across her lip. "You can play with them both for a few days," he promised.

"Use my toys, make them scream?" the Slayer-Vamp pressed.

"Make them scream," he agreed. "I'll look forward to seeing how creative you can be," he encouraged.

"I still say luring two Slayers here is foolish."

Giles raised an eyebrow at his grand-sire's comment. "And I don't much care what you say Angelus. You never had much forethought or intelligence. I preferred your soulful counterpart," the Irish vampire snarled, Buffy stepped between them, her own mouth parted in a warning growl. The former Scourge of Europe backed down, his eyes burning with frustration. Giles snickered. It had been his gravest mistake, turning Buffy, a turned Slayer was uncontrollable, and when Buffy had turned him – his knowledge and organisational skills had soon allowed him to overthrow the powerful but not very smart vampire. With his power-base of Spike and Drusilla dead, Angelus lived only at his sufferance. "Be a good boy and get Mr. Trick, I need to learn more about this Faith bitch."

"This the place Wes?"

Wesley peered at the factory before nodding. "According to the message the Council received, yes."

"Only one entrance, high windows, and a stout door, probably has a hidden exit," Faith nodded approvingly. "They chose well."

"They did," Wes agreed. "Mr Zabuto, do you mind giving me a moment to talk to Faith in private?"

The other Watcher nodded shortly. "Kendra follow me," he snapped.

Once the duo had disappeared, he turned to Faith. "Get out," he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Once they'd climbed out of the van, Faith turned to him, her mouth opening. "I'm sorry -."

Blood thundering, he pushed himself against the lithe brunette, slamming her back against the side of the van. His hands moved under her tube top, pulling it up to gain better access to the treasures contained within, he pressed his tongue into her ear and whispered. "Do I need the cuffs, or will you take your punishment like a good girl?"

"No Wes," the girl moaned. "I'll be a good girl."

A triumphant snarl parting his lips, he grabbed the Slayer's raven-dark hair, so silky to touch, and yanked her head back, marking her as his property by sinking his teeth into her soft, creamy-white neck. The Slayer whimpered but didn't resist, knowing that to do so would only prolong and worsen her disciplining. Finally he pulled away, grinning at the slight bruise he'd left on her neck. "Get your clothing straight," he ordered brusquely. "You might be a bloody tart but you don't need to be so obvious about it." Turning away he strode towards where the other Watcher and Slayer were waiting. "And be quick about it!" he called over his shoulder.

"Yes Wes," Faith muttered as she pulled her tube back over her breasts, wincing slightly at the welts his rough handling had left, the bruises from last night still fading. It had all started so well. After killing Kaiktosis after he'd killed her first Watcher, Wes had arrived. He'd seen so refined and reserved, but she'd noticed the looks he sneaked at her when she was shining with sweat after their training sessions and decided to take advantage of his lust. After all, it he was 'emotionally involved' with her he'd be less prone to send her on suicide missions, give her more time to recover from injuries... And the only way to get a guy attracted to her was by using her body. It wasn't like any went for her for her personality or mind.

Instead she awoken a monster. Where she'd expected a vanilla guy whose needs she could take care off by short sessions, she'd found a Satyr. Talk about repressed, she thought she'd done everything by the time she made fourteen, but Wes was a whole different ball game, some of the shit he liked to do made her skin crawl. And now she was trapped with him until death. She rebelled at the thought of killing another human and even if she didn't, she knew the Council would come after her hard. "What a fucking life." She didn't get it, she figured a geeky guy like him would love having a babe like her, make him want to keep her alive, look after her the best he could. Instead, it was like he hated her, loved having the power to hurt her. "Seriously fucked up."

"FAITH!"

She groaned at the pissed off tone. The slightest indiscretion was punished severely, any excuse used. "Coming Wes," she called. Entering the factory, she found them surrounded by twenty crossbow-wielding youths. "Oh shit." Maybe her escape was at hand after all.