A/N: Yay to those of you who reviewed!!! This chapter might be a little short so sorry about that but I figured I needed to get it out of the way. I DID have it halfway written when my computer decided it didn't like me and wanted to restart itself. :( This song is called 'Crazy Faith' by Alison Krauss. I don't own it. WOW! Quite a few reviews. Lol.

? Illyria did still take over Fred. Wouldn't have it any other way. XD Cordelia... heh... I have plans for our dearest Cordy. (( I don't like her much. Should be fun. ))

Godessa39 -Faith and Buffy well.. .I wont give anything away but believe me, they will both come out alive.

ka-mia2286 : In order? Lol can't tell you, Buffy is well...read it! Lol. Rest of the gang will find out, besides Willow, will find out in about.. two more chapters. Wes is not gone lol and I doubt he'll be willing to help her, but I think I know someone who can... Thanks for the review XD

jayjay88 - Buffy is trying to regain all of her power. I mean she has it but it's kind of old and she wants to.. warm it up if ya know what I mean. And believe me, she will XD

OMG! Lol I dunno if any of you noticed, besides ? but lol I accidentally wrote Fred in here! Nobody told me! I will FIX IT!!

Chapter 7: Crazy Faith

Sunnydale

Angel had refused to speak to Buffy about the phone call he had recieved and it angered her of course. She argued about how he didn't trust her enough to tell her.

"Trust is not the issue here Buffy, it's just something that would worry you and you don't need to worry."

Buffy just folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. "Angel if you don't tell me I'm going to... never ever talk to you again."

He laughed.

It had been a long while since Buffy had heard her former lover laugh like that and it sounded like heaven. She smiled.

Suddenly, Angel pulled his cellular phone from his duster pocket and handed it to Buffy. "Call Willow. Her numbers in there. I'm sure she's been anxious to talk to you."

Buffy's eyes grew wide. "Angel I don't know if I--" He silenced her with a finger to her lips.

"Shh... Just call her. Let her know you're okay."

Silently, Buffy nodded and watched Angel's retreating back as he left the room. She flipped open the phone and began to scan the numbers in the phone book. When she saw 'Willow Rosenburg' she clicked the small button and listened to the annoying ringing.

It rang several times before it finally picked up.

I lit my love and watched it burn

Asking nothing in return,

except the lessons I've been learned

Holding crazy faith

Willow had practically jumped out of the shower when the phone had rang. She wrapped herself in her fluffy blue robe that reached her knees and put her hair up in a towel.

The answering machine had just picked up when she grabbed the phone from the cradle. "Hello?"

Silence.

"Hello???" She asked again. Just when she was about to hang up there was a meek 'hi' on the opposite end.

"Buffy?! Is that you?! Ohmigods! Are you okay? Where are you? Did Angel find you? I miss you so much! I wished you would have called sooner and ohmigods when do I get to see you?!"

Buffy giggled at her best friends babbling. "Willow?" The redhead noticed how hoarse Buffy's voice was but chose to ignore it. "It's me. I'm fine. I'm at the mansion. Yes, Angel found me. I miss you too, Willz. I've been a little preoccupied, sorry. I don't know when I'll see you."

Willow grinned at the sound of Buffy's voice. Unshed tears shone brightly in her emerald eyes. "Gods Buffy, it's been too long. What took you so long to wake up?!" She joked.

Buffy sniffled on the opposite end of the line and Willow could tell her best friend was crying. "I'm sorry Buffy! I didn't mean to upset you! I just--"

There was a laugh. "No Willz, you didn't upset me. I've just missed talking to you like this. It has been four years. Well for you. For me it seems like... an hour... maybe two." Sniffle.

"So have you and Angel talked? I know he's been a total brood machine since you've been in a coma. He hardly talks to anyone. Ever. He basically isolated himself from the outside world. I called him a few times to make sure he was okay but he never really spoke."

Buffy frowned at Willow's description of Angel. "I didn't know. He's been very in a very Chatty Kathy mood though. He tells me of the monsters he's fought since I've been gone and tries to fill me on what's going on in everyone's lives, but I don't think he's so sure himself. How's Giles? I'm gonna call him later..."

Willow smiled softly to herself. "He's good. I talked to him earlier actually. He called to see if you had checked in yet. He seemed so worried... not that I don't understand why. He's in England but he said he'll be on the first flight he can get to Sunnydale and so will I. I'm sure Xand--"

"NO!" The small blonde interrupted. Willow held the phone away from her ear for a moment. "I mean... Willow you need to call Giles and have him cancel his flight. Wait. Don't. I will. You need to call Xander though. Angel and I are going away for a while.. Just us, I mean. I promise I'll keep in touch and I'll see you soon. I better go. I love you, Willz."

"But Buff--" Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep "I love you too."

I've been touched by that bright fire,

Down to the root of my desire

While the smoke it rises higher

Holding crazy faith

Faith watched as the buildings and trees went by. Everything seemed like a blur and she couldn't escape her thoughts. She thought of devious plans of how to torture Angel and his bitch for endless days.

She smirked that evil smirk of hers that could freeze ice and then hit her head against the back of the seat as the bus came to a slow.

'Welcome To Sunnydale!'

Faith stepped off the bus as they pulled into the small bus station. She looked around and shook her head.

"Home sweet as hell."

The brunette made her way down several streets and stopped in front of a small shoppe she recognized as the one Cordelia had worked in during her senior year.

She twisted the doorknob. Locked.

"Figures."

In one swift move, Faith had slammed her elbow down against the knob, sending it toppling to the sidewalk with a clang. She smirked and pushed open the now unlocked door. The store was dim, lit only by moonlight and Faith didn't find anything appealing until the back.

She looked down at the penny loafers she was wearing, courtesy of Mother Beth. Her sweater was white and her sweatpants were a bit big. She grimaced and pulled the first thing she could find of the rack. To her appeal was much leather and silk.

At the end of her spree, Faith had decided on a pair of classic chocolate brown leather pants and a black satin crop top. She wore black combat boots that were a bit too big but not enough to bug her. She smoothed down the shirt in the mirror and grinned.

"Well I'll be damned...Now ta find my slaughter victims."

Your not asking if I love this man,

I know you don't.

You don't believe you can

Yet I've seen love open like a dancers fan

It's crazy I know but my faith says so

It tells me.

Spike held his head in his hands and shook it in confusion. "You let her get out?! How the bloody fuck did you let her get out?!"

Gunn just frowned and gave a small shrug while Wesley stood quietly, avoiding all eye contact, with his hands in his pockets. Illyria stood in front of Spike, tall and proud.

"The unstable Slayer angered me."

Spike rolled his eyes but soon smirked. "Angel's gonna kill you... " He said in a sing-song voice.

Gunn nodded. "He already knows. Wes called him earlier and believe me Peroxide, he wasn't happy."

Wesley was scanning through something on the computer, his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Nope. No killings yet. I don't think she's struck."

"Struck? She's bloody psychotic! She doesn't struck she KILLS!" Spike said in exasperation.

"Strike." Wesley corrected him meekly.

"Oh whatever!" With a groan, Spike looked at each face, finally meeting Illyria's darkened eyes.

"You do not care. You only wish to harm the Slayer."

"Which one?" Chirped in Gunn from his position against the desk. Illyria didn't even bother to aknowledge him with a glance.

She simply answered, "The one his heart desires."

Spike raised an eye as if she was crazy. "Are you crazy?!" He asked in a rhetoric tone. "I don't love a bloody slayer. I love to kill them, but I don't fancy a shag with one, pet."

"I see it. Inside of you. It swirls in a mix of love and pure hatred."

"I don't care enough about her to hate her, love."

Spike quickly made an exit of the room, tired of this conversation. He stepped outside on the front steps and lit a cigarette. He took a drag and flicked it, watching the glowing embers hit the floor.

Am I an old fool for hanging love?

Would I be a fool to be long gone?

When has a daylight gone to dawn?

Oh my crazy faith

The questions will not let me sleep

Answers buried way to deep

At the bottom of our loveless game

Made by crazy faith

"Teach me."

Angel furrowed his dark brow in confusion. "What?"

"I said teach me. If Faith is out I need to remember how to fight. I need to beat her."

Angel suddenly regretted telling Buffy about Faith, but her begging and ignoring him was just too much. He needed her to listen to him. He needed her to trust him. So he told her and she took it just as he thought she would.

Fear at first was what he saw, then she masked it with the Slayer.

The Slayer who was itching to come outside and play.

"Buffy, I'm not going to fight you."

She shrugged and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail as they entered the dusty training room of the mansion. Thick layers of the dust were everywhere except for the mat. It was only thinly coated. She stepped onto it and raised an eyebrow.

"Don't fight me. Teach me."

Your not asking if I love this man,

I know you don't.

You don't believe you can

Yet I've seen love open like a dancers fan

It's crazy I know

But my faith says so

It tells me

Love your loose and loose your love

Let the hope fly from the glove

Do not search the skys above

Search your crazy faith

So they danced. Each blow was blocked by the other and each hit was thrown in a perfect pattern. A synchronized dance that would captivate anyone watching.

The dance of the soul. The mate. They circled and gave small predatory noises before aiming to injure the other. A hit here, a kick there, all would end in the final peice. The masterpiece that was Buffy and Angel.

The blonde threw a roundhouse kick towards Angel, sending him down to the ground. She pounced on him like a cat with a grin on her face, her arms pinning his above his head.

They were both breathing heavily, panting for air, although Angel wasn't sure why, since he didn't breath.

"Game over. You loose." She breathed softly against his ear. It tickled and he smirked.

Buffy climbed off of him and stood, offering a hand which he gratefully took.

"I need to go feed. I have some uh.. blood in the kitchen. Why don't you stay and work on the punching bag?" Angel was always a little uncomfortable discussing his feeding with Buffy. She simply nodded and moved off to the side where she began pummel the punching bag.

Love is lightening

Love is ice

It only strikes the lucky twice

One so you will know the price

One for crazy faith

Your not asking if I love this man,

I know you don't.

You don't believe you can

Buffy threw another kick to the punching bag. She wiped the sweat from her brow and continued to hit. When she stopped, she walked to the small table and unwrapped her hands.

A breeze blew over her shoulders. 'I didn't open the window...' she thought to herself.

When Buffy turned around the close the window a fist found her face with ease, sending Buffy stumbling back a few paces.

Faith cracked her knuckles then her neck with a grin.

"Well if it isn't Sleeping Beauty. How ya doin' B?"

Yet I've seen love open like a dancers fan

It's crazy I know

But my faith says so...