Faith sat at her desk in her cell. The dim light of her desk lamp glows softly over a letter that she has been writing.
Dear B,
I'm out in a week. I don't know whether that serves as a heads up or whether you want to find me to throw it down and finish what you started. But before you make up your mind I am writing this to tell you what's happened to me over the past 2 years In here and how I feel like I have grow and changed and you made that possible…
The letter goes on.
One Year Later
Buffy's bedroom
Buffy is reading Faith's letter for the 10,000 times the pages of it are so worn from it being folded and refolded. Buffy picks up the phone.
"Wills, It's me, I have to find her. I have to finish this once and for all. The more I read the letter the more it torments me inside. Help me find Faith."
" I'll do a locator spell…. But Buffy just promise me one thing."
" Sure Willow anything, be safe."
12 hours later
A Bar in New York City
Buffy walks into the Blue Nile. She knows Faith is there, she can feel her presence with a slight tingle. The band is playing, not Faith's typical choice in music as Buffy can remember but she searches around.
A man is singing.
Once you wanted revolution.
Now you're the institution.
How's it feel to be the man?
It's no fun to be the man.
The song ends and the singer begins to speak, " This next song, is new and written by our very own Faith. Take it."
The piano begins to play and Buffy's head whips around to see that Faith was on stage and she was the one tickling the ivories. The sound is melodic and intoxicating and then Faith begins to sing:
I thought I'd write
I thought I'd let you know
The year since you've been gone
I've finally let you go.
And I hope you find sometime to drop a note
But if you won't then you won't
And I will consider you gone.
I know that you went straight to someone else
While I work through all this shit here by myself
And I think that you should spend some time alone
But if you won't, then you won't
Then I will consider you gone.
I wake up in the night
All alone and that's all right
The chemicals are wearing off
Since you've Gone…
The days go on, the lights go off and on
And nothing really matters when you're gone
If you think that you feel nothing at all
If you don't, then you don't
If you won't then you won't
And I will consider you gone.
The crowd claps; Faith gets up from the piano, " Thanks. We'll be back in 20." Faith walks off stage and heads straight for the bar.
" Jack on Ice, Billy. Thanks."
Buffy walks up behind Faith not knowing what to say or how to react. She could tell this wasn't the same Faith from three years ago but was she that willing to build the bridge and get over it.
" I know you're here B. I felt you when you walked in. Got to love that tingle." Faith says not even turning around to look at Buffy.
"Faith… I… uh."
"Wanted to make sure I was on the straight and narrow? Wanted to finish the job? What?"
" Faith just shut up… Wait I didn't mean that. I mean is there a place we can talk?"
" We're talkin' now B."
" Alone… No fighting just… I want to talk."
" Yeah, just let me finish this last set. Stick around. Have a drink." Faith turns to leave but Buffy's hand stops her.
"I never knew you played piano or sang for that matter."
" Maybe you should have gotten to know me better before you judged my cover."
" I'm sorry, Faith you are very good."
" Thanks… Listen I got to get back up on stage. Billy, my friend here will have a…." gesturing to Buffy.
On the rocks."
"Whoa B, A woman after my own heart." Buffy blushed. "Never pictured you as a stiff drink kind of girl. But hey nothing surprises me anymore."
Faith goes back on stage. And the band plays for another forty-five minutes.
The lead guitarist comes up to the mic. "Thanks a lot guys. We are Fighting Faith and you can catches here tomorrow at 10."
Faith taps Buffy on the shoulder, "Come on, we'll go back to my loft."
