Author: MagnusXXN
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, it's Joss Whendon's baby as is Angel. I don't own Charmed or the concept of witches or demons, I'm pretty sure that belongs to the church. I just own this story but I don't have any money so sue someone else.

"Shit. Shit, shit, SHIT!" Xander all but growled as he picked himself off the ground. He knew patrolling by himself was a bad idea, though as far as injuries go tripping over a downed gravestone was better then being killed by vampires.

Still, banging up his knee hurt something awful on it's on.

All he needed was for Buffy to come find him out here, alone and hurt to boot. She'd lost her temper so ,fast; it'd be like a fat person in cakewalk. Icing was gonna fly.

Or worse, Faith could show up.

It was strange, everyone pretty much knew that she was evil but she still hung out. Since there was no concrete evidence to hold against her, people kept their months shut.

But, if he heard right then Buffy and Angel had some plan coming up where they could find out once and for all whether or not she was working for the Mayor.

Xander hoped not. Wanted to believe that she wasn't evil. However, having ones throat choked until you pass out wasn't a quick way for her to gain any friends.

"Hey boy toy."

"Speak of the devil..." He groaned.

"And 'she' shall appear." Faith finished with a feral grin.

Making sure to keep a 3ft gravestone between him and the mentally ill slayer, Xander spoke up. "What are you doing here Faith?" His voice sounded bitter even to his ears.

And from the ugly look that crossed the dark haired beauty's face, she'd heard it loud and clear.

"Better question boy toy, what are 'you' doing here? I didn't think B'd let her lapdog of his leash." She retorted cruelly, knowing full well that she might not be trusted but at least she could shit without permission.

"Oh, you'd know all about being someone's lapdog, right Faith?"

He wished he could take the words back, but they were out of his mouth before his brain could catch up to him flapping tongue.

"What the FUCK is that supposed to mean?" She took a threatening step towards him, and oh shit she has her knife out, he thought in a worried frenzy.

"Hey, no need to get all crazy..." Ya Xander, just keep putting your feet in your mouth. Cause sooner or later, she's gonna cut it off and beat you to death with it.

Sneering, the leather-clad vampire hopped over the tombstone in one easy leap. No theire was only a few feet between them, though with her super reflexes that didn't mean nothing.

But he was starting to get pissed. Having enough of his cat and mouse shit, the dark haired teen took the offence.

"Hey, back the hell up!" Xander shouted catching her off guard. "I'm not your freaking punching bag, so why don't you mind your own damn business and leave me the hell alone!"

However, she was only caught off guard for a few seconds, and then her misguided anger was back in earnest. " Who do you think you are, shit for brains? I could rip your arms off and beat you with um, and there's nothing you could do about it."

Don't show fear, that's what was going through his mind when he stared down O'Tool. Don't show fear.

But right now Xander was just to damn angry to have any fear. He was just to sick and tired of being pushed around by everyone and their brother.

"I'd like to see you try." Stupid! Stupid on a scale from 1 to 10, he rated a freaking million!

Faith was more then willing to school him in his idiocy. "Love too, boy toy." With a sinister grin, the dark haired slayer leaped towards him ready and willing to beat the ever-living shit out of him.

That is, if she didn't just kill him.

She didn't get the change, though. Because for whatever reason Xander had a surprise that neither she nor he could have foreseen.

Like a flash of lightening, Xander's eyes flared electric blue and long streams of electricity burst from his hands and shot from his palms like something out of Hercules: The Legendary Journeys.

And it struck her in in the chest and expanded, lifting her right off the ground, almost as if she was being held there by the bolts.

And since she was no longer grounded, the energy couldn't escape into the ground, through her.

Which was probably the only reason why she wasn't killed instantly, that and the whole slayer-healing package. Closing his hands in shock, the electricity shut off and Faith slumped to the ground unconscious.

"What the flaming hell?" He asked himself. That didn't just happened, that couldn't have 'just' happened. But before he could fall into too deep brood, he raced over to the downed slayer and checked to see if she was still alive.

Her pulse was weak, very very weak, but she was still in there. "Now how am I supposed to get you to a hospital?" He rambled aloud, his mind still not functioning too good after the impressive lightshow that fried Faith.