Authors/notes: This is my own season. Spike's chipped. Dawn's not the key. Willow's gay with Tara. Faith never killed the guy or go evil so she's still around, but she really doesn't like Buffy. Buffy's with no one, I think. And if this was a season...it'd be 5. But everyone is sortof older. Just go with the story please. :-) It makes perfect sense in the end. If I ever get there.
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"Faith!" Buffy screamed.
"What?" she answered, finally dusting that vampire she had to chase after. There wasn't many vampires out and about, but the ones that were, were fast.
"I need your help, now," Buffy panted, clearly overwhelmed with three vampires. She couldn't hold them back.
"Sure, no problem, B." Faith jumped on top of the one, which was on the ground, staking him in his non-existent heart. She flipped back on her feet and took another vampire by the collar. And pushed a stake in his chest.
"You have that one?" she asked while twirling her stake around cockily.
"Already taken care of," she said when he turned to dust.

"So, where's the big happy family at?" Faith asked. Their patrolling was stopped about thirty minutes ago, but they still searched the graveyard. They wanted to be careful.
"What family?" she scowled, kicking a tombstone. She sat down on it and closed her eyes. Faith waited patiently, not liking the very emotional scene.
"I think I really screwed up," she said and cradled her head in her hands.
"Why?" Faith was really uncomfortable. She didn't want to turn this into a sob fest; it was just a conversation topic.
"It's just so hard, to do this without mom." She took a deep breath and blinked away tears that were forming. "But I can do this." Faith wasn't even listening anymore, but she did reply.
"Yea, yea, you can. So where is the younger sister?" They started to walk again.
"Oh, out with Janice. Those two have been joined at the hip, I think. I don't remember the last time she slept home. I'm glad she's found such a good friend. Kind of lightens my load, ya know?" Buffy continued walking, leaving a thinking Faith behind.
"Yea..."

After figuring out that there would be no more attacks, Faith suggested going back home, well, for Buffy that is. She wanted to have a little time with Spike.

She stood outside the crypt about to burst in, but she heard love making noise. That didn't stop her though. Slamming the door open she called for Spike.

"Spike!" she said, still hearing some heavyhearted moans. "Get your dead ass up here, I want to talk to you!"

Spike growled and put his pants on, not caring to button them, and kissed his lover. "I'll be right back, luv," he told her and climbed up the ladder to greet the stupid slayer.

"What do you want, bitch?" he asked angrily. Spike sniffed the air and it smelled purely of sex and his eyes hinted the color yellow. And Faith noticed this.
"Didn't know you were boning anyone besides Buffy," she said, leaning back against the wall.
"I am not boning anyone," he seethed. He felt the glitch inside of his head for having such violent thoughts against her.
"Ooo, a little touchy someone is. Having to get off by yourself," she smiled.
"Don't push me little girl." His eyes were mixing with yellow again, making it appear as if his eyes were green. "I'm not a little girl, bitch," she said while using her slayer speed to place a stake at his throat. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, and she backed off.
"So why did you come here?" "I was wondering if you'd patrol with Buffy tomorrow. I need to do...something," she lead on. She hated people in her business. She really hated most people to be truthful. "Uh, sorry can't. Have business to attend too, so if you'll be so kindly to be on your way," he said monotonous but truly meaning it.
"What, like getting some fucking done?" He growled at her.
"Get out, now," he said his patience running thin. How dare she just say he fucked her? No, he makes sweet, sweet love to his lover.
"Oh. Looks like I struck a nerve." She paused and thought he really must care for this who ever she is. "Leave before I rip you to shreds."
"Party down, tough guy. I get the point. Just tell me when you're done fucking this girl. I'd like to spend some more time with others instead of slaying." Spike didn't answer, just gave her a cold stare and went down to his bedroom back to where his lover was waiting.

Faith narrowed her eyes and sighed. Even the dead were getting some, she thought to herself. She was trying to stop her itching and scratching days, but oh did she miss the way it felt. Slaying got her so damn hot and bothered. It just wasn't fair. But she had to be good so she could show those Summer girls that she's changed. She sighed again, frustrated this time. What was with her and those Summer women? She had no clue...

Spike smiled sadly when he saw her cuddled on a bed so alone. She was so beautiful, but like a porcelain doll. Her face was permanently fixed up in a smile, but in the inside, she was hallowed. He wanted to take all the pain away from her, but every time he tried to ask about her at all, she'd close up. Spike really did want her to be happy. He loved her. True, it wasn't the sort of love that dreams were made of. Lots of vampires loved her, some humans too, but that was in a connection and sex way. Spike loved her because he felt protective of her. Almost like a big brother of sorts. No, more like a childe. Yes, he loved her. The way Angel and Angelus loved him. ...When did this happen, he thought. When did he think of lil' bit as his childe?