Faith sat in her room. Alone. She had agreed to stay just two days ago and
since then she hadn't really talked to Angel. She wasn't avoiding him; she
just didn't want to be around him. She spent most of her time talking to
Wesley or training with him, and going out with Gunn to slay. It was quiet
and that's the way she liked it on occasion. Her birthday was supposed to
be somewhere around this time, but she didn't know when. No one had ever
told her the actual date. That fact bothered her every once and a while.
She had grown up running to the park to get away from her drunken mother
and her boyfriends. She would sit there by herself most of the time, every
once in a while a grown up would come and ask where her parents were. She
like the park. It was eight blocks away from her home in a nicer
neighborhood. People were always happy and smiling. The kids her age would
play with toys and each other. She used to wonder why her home wasn't like
that. Why couldn't mother hug and kiss her like that. As she got older she
stopped wondering and started to accept it. She didn't know much about her
mother. Where she'd grown up. Who her family was. All those question
usually ended in a beating. She had told Wesley that she didn't know her
birthday the other day. He got a miserable look on his face. In wasn't one
of pity as you might think but more one of sorrow which she could more
accept. She hoped he wouldn't tell Angel who she already knew would make a
huge deal about the whole. She didn't' want that. She just wanted to go on
like she always did. No special treatment. That always ended badly. She got
up and began to yet again walk down the large stair case that lead to the
lobby of the once hotel. She saw Angel sitting on a nearby couch. Reading
ANOTHER book with coffee on the table in front of him. He must have heard
her foot steps because eh suddenly looked up.
"Faith. I was wondering where you were. I kind of wanted to... talk about-"
"Angel you really don't' need to do that. I'm fine really."
"Okay." He said a little quietly. "Oh! Here."
He took out a box from a nearby drawer. It was simple looking. They kind you get in department stores after buying jewelry. He handed it to her. She looked at it in her hands and then looked back at him as if she had no idea what he wanted her to do.
"Go ahead. Open it." He said looking at her.
She looked down at the box and slowly took of the cover. In side was a silver necklace with a moon pendant on it and matching sterling silver earrings. She looked at him.
"Do you like it?"
Two Years Earlier
"Do you like it?" asked Ryan looking at her. She stared down at the new and expensive necklace in her hands. He had invited her to live with a week earlier. He never made her do anything she didn't want to do. It was moving slow, and they weren't sleeping together yet, but she liked and appreciated it.
"It's beautiful! I can't believe you bought this for me!" she was incredibly happy. No one had ever gotten her anything like this before. He must really love her.
Present
"What?" she said quietly.
"I said do you like it."
She looked at him "Why did you give this to me?" she asked. What he want with her, why was he doing this?
"Umm It's a birthday present from me and the others." He said getting nervous. The way she looked him he felt that he might as well shot her. Didn't she like it? What was wrong?
"Oh. Thank you." She said. "I....I have to go." To his surprise she actually ran out the door.
"Faith? Faith!" He started after her but couldn't follow her into the bright sunlight. What was wrong? It wasn't that she didn't like the present. You don't run out of a building like that because you got a present that you didn't like. She seemed more terrified then anything else. He didn't get it. Or any thing about her for that matter.
Was it just a bad memory? He wished he knew. He had only gotten a vague description of Faith's past from various comments that she would let slip out every now and then. Cordeila's words came back to him. 'I've seen the way you look at her' what look? He didn't look at her any different then he looked at anyone else. He cared about Faith but he didn't feel that way about her. He had experienced love before and didn't feel like this. And all love was the same right? But back to why she was terrified. He wished she would just tell him. He was her friend. Maybe they weren't as close as she was to Gunn or Wesley but he liked to think that he was a slight importance in her life. She did mean a lot to him. When he looked at her and saw her with those dark eyes it was like being some where else.
Faith had run a good five minuets before she slowed down and stopped. Suddenly she felt stupid. Angel wasn't Ryan. He wasn't going to do that. He didn't even show any real interest in her. Besides he didn't give her that necklace and those earrings because he wanted something because he wanted some from HER, did he? Sometimes she would feel him staring at her. Why did he watch her like that? At first she thought it was because he was over protective, then she thought it was because he thought she was going to do something wrong, something to hurt him or his friends. But now she had no idea. Was he attracted to her? For some reason that idea made her more happy then scared. The same as it had with Ryan, and that was love. She as just his toy. She wasn't going to be like that again. Be used then thrown away. Maybe she was just being paranoid. There was no reason for him to be attracted to her. She'd seen his last girlfriend, well in a picture any way. She wasn't anything like her. They were complete opposites. And he was her friend after all. He knew more about her then anyone else did. She still wasn't sure how he did it. How he got her to open. Maybe because he opened up to her like she did to him. He was her friend. That's why he bought her that gift, because he was her friend. She walked on looking at the city around her. She needed a break and she didn't want to go back home yet. It would be way to embarrassing. Angel would be there, waiting for her, wanting to why she left. And she would either have to tell him a lie that he would see right threw or the truth and have him think she was a complete idiot. Neither of those options sounded very appealing. She'd just stay out for a while. She would go back when she was ready.
Six hours. She had run out six hours ago and hadn't come back. Where was she? Was she hurt? He went to Wesley to see if he had talked to her. Often when she didn't come home she'd call Wesley and tell him where she was. They were very much what a watcher and slayer should be. He walked in to the small office to see Wesley sitting at a desk reading the paper.
"Oh. Hello Angel." He said casually looking up.
"Hi." He just stood there leaning against the door frame staring at him.
Wesley looked up again. "Is there something you need?" his said, voice turning more in to concern. "You don't look so well."
"Huh? No. Well not really. Did....Faith...call you, at anytime today?" He said trying not to show his worry.
"No. Why? Where is she?"
"I don't know she.....left earlier and I was wondering if you saw her, that's all." He wasn't sure why Faith had run. And if the reason was personal he didn't want everyone to start asking questions about it and have her blame him for it and get angry.
"I see...." Wesley just by looking at Angel could tell that he wasn't telling him the whole truth. He wondered to himself what was really wrong. Had he scared her off? He wouldn't be surprised if he had. Faith hated people getting close to her, getting to know, protecting her. And Angel understood that but never really considered it when making his actions toward her. He wanted to be near her. He liked more and more everyday, even if he himself didn't notice it. Maybe he just refused to and wanted to keep his denial.
"Well.....If she calls.... can you tell me?"
"Well I'll have to call you. My car isn't working and I have to leave now to get home on time. I'm supposed to meet Claire for a date.
He started up the stairs towards his room, it had been a long day and he needed his rest. He now regretted ever buying Faith those gifts. He'd been talking to Wesley the other day and he had told him what Faith had said about her birthday. He thought it was wrong that no one ever celebrated it so he went out and got her the jewelry. Which he guessed blew up in his face. He still wasn't entirely sure what happened. He could go in the city to look for her but if there was one thing that he had learned about Faith it was that if she didn't want to be found she wasn't going to be found. He let out a sigh and walked into his bedroom closing the door behind him. He took off his shirt and went under the covers of his bed. The last time Faith slept in it was two days ago. But her sent still lingered there and seemed to engulf it completely. He loved that smell. Like red roses, the smell of fresh air and life. He loved to lapse himself deep within the covers. That sent of life he had so long forgotten. But that's what Faith was in a sense. Life. In it's most raw form. He heard a sudden boom from outside. He looked out the nearest window that as of right not wasn't closed. The rain had begun to pour down and the sounds and sights of lighting and thunder consumed the sky.
Faith looked around at the deserted streets. The rain pounded down on her body. All she was wearing was a sleeveless bright red t-shirt, a pair of simple blue jeans, and some sandals and the rain was freezing cold. She could actually begin to feel parts of her body going from cold to numb. She wanted to go back home and sleep in a warm bed. She had to get there. After about 15 minuets of wondering around she found her way back to the hotel. She walked in the lobby to find that all the lights had been turned off. Every one had either left or gone a sleep. She started to walk up the stairs and as she did she could feel herself begin to wobble. Everything was so dizzy and hot but at the same time she was freezing. She wondered into a hallway. She must have covered every inch of the old building in her past boredom but for the life of her she could not recognize this hallway. She saw a room with light coming from a crack from under the door. She stumbled to it and opened what to her seemed like a ridiculously heavy door. She saw Angel sitting shirtless in a large bed reading a book with the lamp next to him turned on. He looked up at her.
"Faith? Where have you been?" He said now getting out of the bed. He looked at her a little surprised. She stood in front of him shaking from the cold and soaking wet. She looked beautiful; even he had to admit this. He had the instinct to hold her. She looked so helpless like that.
"Angel." She gave out a sad giggle. "This isn't my room." To her everything was spinning and going dark.
To Angel's horror she closed her eyes and fell to the ground. He ran over to her and tried to pick her up.
"Faith?! FAITH!? Wake up!" He felt her forehead. She may be cold but she was burning with a fever! Angel picked her up and put her in his bed. He needed to call some one.
He picked up the phone and called Wesley's number.
"Hello?"
"Wesley! It's Faith! I-I'm mean it's Angel but Faith is here and she is sick! A fever or something, and I-I don't know what to do Wesley. You have to get over here!"
"Angel I can't. I could never walk there in this weather and my car isn't working remember? You'll have to take care of her until the weather dies down." He said.
"What?!? I don't know what to so!"
"Didn't you ever have to take care of some one who is sick before?"
"Yes."
"Then just do that!"
"But she's soaking wet. How am I supposed to get her dry?"
"Just change have her change her clothes."
"But....But she's passed out!"
"What?.....Angel....you....what....."
Then there was quiet. 'Great' Angel thought to himself. 'The line is dead. He looked at Faith. She moaning in pain lightly in her sleep her wet clothes still sticking to her.
'Great, yeah. I have to get her out of her clothes. She screams at me when I give her money. There is no way she is going let me live till the end of the week.
Wolfram and Hart
"So are we ready to begin." Lilah said looking at the man in front of her.
"Of course we are. I've been looking for her for years. There is no way I'm backing out now."
So how do you guys like it? I'm pretty sure Claire is the name of the red head Wesley was dating in season two. Give me suggestions.
"Faith. I was wondering where you were. I kind of wanted to... talk about-"
"Angel you really don't' need to do that. I'm fine really."
"Okay." He said a little quietly. "Oh! Here."
He took out a box from a nearby drawer. It was simple looking. They kind you get in department stores after buying jewelry. He handed it to her. She looked at it in her hands and then looked back at him as if she had no idea what he wanted her to do.
"Go ahead. Open it." He said looking at her.
She looked down at the box and slowly took of the cover. In side was a silver necklace with a moon pendant on it and matching sterling silver earrings. She looked at him.
"Do you like it?"
Two Years Earlier
"Do you like it?" asked Ryan looking at her. She stared down at the new and expensive necklace in her hands. He had invited her to live with a week earlier. He never made her do anything she didn't want to do. It was moving slow, and they weren't sleeping together yet, but she liked and appreciated it.
"It's beautiful! I can't believe you bought this for me!" she was incredibly happy. No one had ever gotten her anything like this before. He must really love her.
Present
"What?" she said quietly.
"I said do you like it."
She looked at him "Why did you give this to me?" she asked. What he want with her, why was he doing this?
"Umm It's a birthday present from me and the others." He said getting nervous. The way she looked him he felt that he might as well shot her. Didn't she like it? What was wrong?
"Oh. Thank you." She said. "I....I have to go." To his surprise she actually ran out the door.
"Faith? Faith!" He started after her but couldn't follow her into the bright sunlight. What was wrong? It wasn't that she didn't like the present. You don't run out of a building like that because you got a present that you didn't like. She seemed more terrified then anything else. He didn't get it. Or any thing about her for that matter.
Was it just a bad memory? He wished he knew. He had only gotten a vague description of Faith's past from various comments that she would let slip out every now and then. Cordeila's words came back to him. 'I've seen the way you look at her' what look? He didn't look at her any different then he looked at anyone else. He cared about Faith but he didn't feel that way about her. He had experienced love before and didn't feel like this. And all love was the same right? But back to why she was terrified. He wished she would just tell him. He was her friend. Maybe they weren't as close as she was to Gunn or Wesley but he liked to think that he was a slight importance in her life. She did mean a lot to him. When he looked at her and saw her with those dark eyes it was like being some where else.
Faith had run a good five minuets before she slowed down and stopped. Suddenly she felt stupid. Angel wasn't Ryan. He wasn't going to do that. He didn't even show any real interest in her. Besides he didn't give her that necklace and those earrings because he wanted something because he wanted some from HER, did he? Sometimes she would feel him staring at her. Why did he watch her like that? At first she thought it was because he was over protective, then she thought it was because he thought she was going to do something wrong, something to hurt him or his friends. But now she had no idea. Was he attracted to her? For some reason that idea made her more happy then scared. The same as it had with Ryan, and that was love. She as just his toy. She wasn't going to be like that again. Be used then thrown away. Maybe she was just being paranoid. There was no reason for him to be attracted to her. She'd seen his last girlfriend, well in a picture any way. She wasn't anything like her. They were complete opposites. And he was her friend after all. He knew more about her then anyone else did. She still wasn't sure how he did it. How he got her to open. Maybe because he opened up to her like she did to him. He was her friend. That's why he bought her that gift, because he was her friend. She walked on looking at the city around her. She needed a break and she didn't want to go back home yet. It would be way to embarrassing. Angel would be there, waiting for her, wanting to why she left. And she would either have to tell him a lie that he would see right threw or the truth and have him think she was a complete idiot. Neither of those options sounded very appealing. She'd just stay out for a while. She would go back when she was ready.
Six hours. She had run out six hours ago and hadn't come back. Where was she? Was she hurt? He went to Wesley to see if he had talked to her. Often when she didn't come home she'd call Wesley and tell him where she was. They were very much what a watcher and slayer should be. He walked in to the small office to see Wesley sitting at a desk reading the paper.
"Oh. Hello Angel." He said casually looking up.
"Hi." He just stood there leaning against the door frame staring at him.
Wesley looked up again. "Is there something you need?" his said, voice turning more in to concern. "You don't look so well."
"Huh? No. Well not really. Did....Faith...call you, at anytime today?" He said trying not to show his worry.
"No. Why? Where is she?"
"I don't know she.....left earlier and I was wondering if you saw her, that's all." He wasn't sure why Faith had run. And if the reason was personal he didn't want everyone to start asking questions about it and have her blame him for it and get angry.
"I see...." Wesley just by looking at Angel could tell that he wasn't telling him the whole truth. He wondered to himself what was really wrong. Had he scared her off? He wouldn't be surprised if he had. Faith hated people getting close to her, getting to know, protecting her. And Angel understood that but never really considered it when making his actions toward her. He wanted to be near her. He liked more and more everyday, even if he himself didn't notice it. Maybe he just refused to and wanted to keep his denial.
"Well.....If she calls.... can you tell me?"
"Well I'll have to call you. My car isn't working and I have to leave now to get home on time. I'm supposed to meet Claire for a date.
He started up the stairs towards his room, it had been a long day and he needed his rest. He now regretted ever buying Faith those gifts. He'd been talking to Wesley the other day and he had told him what Faith had said about her birthday. He thought it was wrong that no one ever celebrated it so he went out and got her the jewelry. Which he guessed blew up in his face. He still wasn't entirely sure what happened. He could go in the city to look for her but if there was one thing that he had learned about Faith it was that if she didn't want to be found she wasn't going to be found. He let out a sigh and walked into his bedroom closing the door behind him. He took off his shirt and went under the covers of his bed. The last time Faith slept in it was two days ago. But her sent still lingered there and seemed to engulf it completely. He loved that smell. Like red roses, the smell of fresh air and life. He loved to lapse himself deep within the covers. That sent of life he had so long forgotten. But that's what Faith was in a sense. Life. In it's most raw form. He heard a sudden boom from outside. He looked out the nearest window that as of right not wasn't closed. The rain had begun to pour down and the sounds and sights of lighting and thunder consumed the sky.
Faith looked around at the deserted streets. The rain pounded down on her body. All she was wearing was a sleeveless bright red t-shirt, a pair of simple blue jeans, and some sandals and the rain was freezing cold. She could actually begin to feel parts of her body going from cold to numb. She wanted to go back home and sleep in a warm bed. She had to get there. After about 15 minuets of wondering around she found her way back to the hotel. She walked in the lobby to find that all the lights had been turned off. Every one had either left or gone a sleep. She started to walk up the stairs and as she did she could feel herself begin to wobble. Everything was so dizzy and hot but at the same time she was freezing. She wondered into a hallway. She must have covered every inch of the old building in her past boredom but for the life of her she could not recognize this hallway. She saw a room with light coming from a crack from under the door. She stumbled to it and opened what to her seemed like a ridiculously heavy door. She saw Angel sitting shirtless in a large bed reading a book with the lamp next to him turned on. He looked up at her.
"Faith? Where have you been?" He said now getting out of the bed. He looked at her a little surprised. She stood in front of him shaking from the cold and soaking wet. She looked beautiful; even he had to admit this. He had the instinct to hold her. She looked so helpless like that.
"Angel." She gave out a sad giggle. "This isn't my room." To her everything was spinning and going dark.
To Angel's horror she closed her eyes and fell to the ground. He ran over to her and tried to pick her up.
"Faith?! FAITH!? Wake up!" He felt her forehead. She may be cold but she was burning with a fever! Angel picked her up and put her in his bed. He needed to call some one.
He picked up the phone and called Wesley's number.
"Hello?"
"Wesley! It's Faith! I-I'm mean it's Angel but Faith is here and she is sick! A fever or something, and I-I don't know what to do Wesley. You have to get over here!"
"Angel I can't. I could never walk there in this weather and my car isn't working remember? You'll have to take care of her until the weather dies down." He said.
"What?!? I don't know what to so!"
"Didn't you ever have to take care of some one who is sick before?"
"Yes."
"Then just do that!"
"But she's soaking wet. How am I supposed to get her dry?"
"Just change have her change her clothes."
"But....But she's passed out!"
"What?.....Angel....you....what....."
Then there was quiet. 'Great' Angel thought to himself. 'The line is dead. He looked at Faith. She moaning in pain lightly in her sleep her wet clothes still sticking to her.
'Great, yeah. I have to get her out of her clothes. She screams at me when I give her money. There is no way she is going let me live till the end of the week.
Wolfram and Hart
"So are we ready to begin." Lilah said looking at the man in front of her.
"Of course we are. I've been looking for her for years. There is no way I'm backing out now."
So how do you guys like it? I'm pretty sure Claire is the name of the red head Wesley was dating in season two. Give me suggestions.