Heroic Deeds

By Ayisha

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon. Smallville doesn't belong to me, either.

Author's Notes 1: An AtS/BtVS/Smallville crossover, some parts are AU; the rest will be explained in the story. I'm a fan of all three shows and this idea came up to me a long while ago. I don't know if I'm going to continue it, so feedback would be very much appreciated.

Author's Notes 2: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this story. I really appreciate it.

Summary: Buffy left Sunnydale and came to Smallville.

Chapter 8:

Sunnydale, California

Angel took her by surprise. Faith had to admit as much. She didn't like it more than she liked fidgeting.

Which was exactly what she was doing.

Angel carefully observed her from where he was standing. He and the others have just arrived from Los Angeles five hours after midnight. Right after Cordelia had her vision, all of them had immediately set off for Sunnydale when dusk came.

Only to find his old mansion occupied without his knowledge. And when they discovered that the things they found were Faith's, Angel had a feeling that Buffy was already replaced.

With a girl who was supposed to be in jail.

"I'm waiting."

"Why are you here?"

So they were going to do this her way. "Cordelia had a vision." Angel didn't elaborate. Not until he knew what the vision was about.

Faith raised her eyebrows. "You're not going to tell me what it is, are you?"

"Faith."

Faith sighed. "It's a long story."

"Good. You can tell me all about it on the way to the mansion." Angel replied. "You've done enough patrolling for one night."

Faith had no choice but to follow him. She owed Angel as much. "A few weeks ago, I was at my cell, trying to sleep." Faith began. "When a mist started to form and a guy dressed in white appeared in front of me. He was floating. And I was the only one who could see him."

"He snapped his fingers and in an instant, I was outside the walls of the penitentiary," Faith continued. "The alarms were already sounding and the police dogs were trying to find me. In fact, they passed my way once but they didn't find me. No one even saw me."

"I looked at the guy in front of me and asked him if he was sure that I should escape." Faith frowned. "But all he said was that the Powers that Be have spoken and that he was a messenger. He told me that I am free and that I have a destiny to fulfill."

"The next thing I knew, I was standing in front of the Summers' home and Spike was talking to me."

"That's enough for now," Angel interrupted her. He didn't want to hear the rest of her story. Because now he had to accept the truth.

Faith was Buffy's replacement. That was the destiny she had to fulfill.

Which means Buffy was really dead.

Angel didn't want to believe it. There's a part of him that says Buffy was still alive. That the body he had found being feasted by vampires wasn't hers.

But seeing Faith in Sunnydale doing her duty as the Slayer dashed all his hopes of seeing Buffy again.

Buffy was gone and she wasn't coming back to him. Ever.

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Smallville, Kansas

RING! RING!

"What do you want?"

"Is that anyway to treat the man who saved you?"

Buffy immediately got out of bed. "I've been waiting for your call."

"You have, haven't you?"

"You've been spying on me ever since I came to Smallville. I've often wondered when you would contact me." Buffy looked at the clock on her side table. It was three in the morning. "Although, it never occurred to me your call would be this late."

The silence on the other end was long. "I suppose I have to tell my men to be discrete, then. If you saw them, there's a probability my son did too."

"What has Lex Luthor got to do with me?"

"You'll know when the time comes," Lionel replied. "In the meantime, I want you to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"I want you to tell me what my son has been up to. Who he's been talking to, where he's going and what he's doing."

"You want me to spy on him?"

"I wouldn't call it spying," Lionel said. "I'm checking up on him."

Buffy yawned. "You must be tired," Lionel noted. "I guess it was presumptuous of me to call you at this hour. Take your rest now. Don't contact me. I'll contact you." He hung up immediately.

The minute Lionel hang up, Buffy stopped her fake yawning. She looked at the phone she held in her hands.

I might not have said no to what you want me to do, Lionel. But I didn't say yes, either.

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Metropolis, Kansas

As soon as Lionel hang up, a smile started to form in his face.

Everything was going to plan. Angelica was playing straight into his hands. Sooner or later, his son would, too.

With that thought in mind, he dialed another set of numbers. It was a long distance call to Los Angeles.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end said.

"I'd like to speak with Lilah Morgan, please." Lionel Luthor told the operator.

There was a pause. "Hold on," the operator replied.

"Lionel," the female voice on the other end greeted. "What made you call me at this hour?"

"I need your help, Lilah." Lionel answered. "Can I count Wolfram and Hart?"

"It depends on what it is about," Lilah told him.

Lionel put the phone on his other ear. "You'd like it. It's right up your alley."

Lilah's curiosity was getting the better of her. "Oh, really?"

"Really. It involves my only son," Lionel said. "And a certain woman named Angelica McGregor."