dont sue they are all joss's and the rest i just make up the situation to put them in.

Joyce made Faith a mug of hot chocolate and sat with her in the kitchen, talking about anything light, Buffy strutted upstairs like a spoilt child who wasn't getting all the attention they wanted.

Faith couldn't even begin to comprehend what was happening, when she had knocked on the door she had expected punches to be thrown, doors slammed and being told to never return. What was actually happening seemed unreal, although the person she needed to talk to was acting like she expected her to, the second was being like she had remembered, like a mom.

Buffy lay in her bed that night and did not sleep for a second, she didn't no what Faith had done to gain her mothers trust but she certainly wasn't buying it

How dare she strut her evil murdering self into my house and make my mom protect her over me her DAUGHTER!

Keeping a strong grip on a dagger under the quilt she started at the door until the sun rose. Faith was sure to make a move; Buffy knew she wasn't one for staying somewhere long. Get some get gone. Like she had always said.

Her eyes red and droopy from lack of sleep Buffy showered; very quickly just incace Faith did something whilst she was in there; dressed and made her way down to get breakfast. Seeing Faith sitting at the breakfast bar, her body tensed. She didn't trust her, no not one little bit. Buffy glared at Faith making it perfectly clear her dislike of her being here.

"Morning B." Faith said in a low morning voice, Buffy turned on her heel and faced Faith staring into her eyes she quickly raised a hand to Faiths shirt pulling on it roughly.

"Don't you dare talk to me like we're friends!" Buffy almost growled. Faith put her best badass look on and shrugged off the attack, walking out of the kitchen, and, when out of Buffy's view; rubbing her neck where the shirt had hurt her skin.

Throwing herself on the sofa and turning on the toons Faith could feel Buffy's anger through the connection that they still possessed to each other. During her time with the Mayor he had told her to meditate and so she could feel Buffy's presents, tell him what she was feeling, tell him where she was. She closed her eyes and slowly began breathing in and out, she focused her attention to the tingle from her former sister slayer.

What right does she have! She thinks she can barge in her and expects me to be civil to her? She has a lot to learn. Summers keep long grudges almost as long as Rosenberg's but no way as much as Harris'. Buffy grinned at this thought; Willow and Xander would be furious and would no doubt tell Faith exactly what they think. Hopefully resulting in Faith realizing she has no friends and leaving. The evil smirk stayed present on her lips as she walked to the phone informing Xander and Willow of her unwanted guest.

The door bell rang out in the family home, Buffy rushed to the door eager to see what would happen, letting Xander and Willow in she led them into the lounge where Faith was still spread out on the couch.

Xander's mouth dropped open, although Buffy wasn't sure weather it was just the fact it was evil rouge slayer or the fact she was only wearing tiny hot pants and a strap top. Buffy looked in Willows direction, loving the look in her eye, hatred. Willows lips pursed shut, so they became just a thin line.

Xander cleared his throat and Faiths head swung in their direction.

She looked scared.