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"Buffy what were you thinking?" Buffy flinched. She knew Giles was going to peeved, she just didn't realise it would get this bad.

"Maybe I should go." Angel said, edging towards the door.

"Freeze, Deadboy." Buffy ordered. She looked over at Giles. "You, chill out. I didn't bring him here to ask your permission for something. I brought him here to see if you can confirm anything about him having a soul. Can you or not?" Giles looked over at the vampire.

"Well, I, uh, I can call the Council, see what I can find." He said. "I'll need a name, of course."

"Angel." The souled vampire replied. Giles ripped his glasses off.

"Oh dear Lord." He stammered. Buffy looked over at him.

"Bad?" She asked. Giles looked over at her.

"Bad?" He said. "You have no idea. This…" He gestured at Angel. "This creature, this thing, is the Scourge of Europe, The Murderer With The Face Of An Angel. This thing caused more chaos and carnage than any other creature in history." Buffy glared at the vampire.

"Something you forgot to mention?" She accused.

"I told you, I'm not like that anymore." Angel knew this was going backwards fast. He should never have agreed to this.

"Well, excuse me for not believing you." Buffy spat. She was glad Willow and Xander weren't here, there was no way she wanted them to see her like…

Buffy stopped. She could hear it, feel it. She'd been so close to the Dark Side, dragged along by her suspicions and Giles' anger she hadn't even noticed. She took a breath, calming herself. She turned to her Watcher. "Find some proof either way." She said, as calmly as possible. "I don't care what he was. If he has a soul, that makes him changeable, gives him a chance at repentance. Find out and let me know. You," She turned to Angel. "I want to know where you're staying. I want a phone number, and any other ways of contacting you. You go nowhere without me until we sort this out. I want to know where you are every second of the day, 'cause right now, I don't trust you as far as Giles can throw you, uphill and against the wind. Got it?" Both men looked at each other and nodded. "Good. Giles, get to it. You, come with me." With that, Buffy left, Angel in tow. Giles watched them go before heading for his office. There was something about this one. Something different, something that neither Merrick nor the rest of the Council had even suspected. He wanted to find out what that was, but first, his Slayer had made a request.

Joyce held her daughter as Buffy told her what had happened, letting her cry gently into her arm.

"Was I wrong?" The girl asked. "Should I have just staked him on sight? I…I'm just so confused, I don't…"

"Shhh." Joyce whispered. "It's okay, I'm here. It was a natural thing; you've always been so sensitive to other people's feelings. Mr Giles' anger pushed you, that's all. You'll be fine." In truth, it was a fear she had always had; that Buffy's sensitivity would cause her to fall into the Dark Side. She wished Buffy's twin sister had survived; she may have been able to buffer Buffy from the feelings around her. "We'll get you through this. Don't worry. Now, you get some sleep. I'm going to call some friends and see what I can find." She watched Buffy head up the stairs before going over to the phone. After her meeting with Spike, she had started to get involved with the supernatural, finding the more friendly representatives and finding out more about this other world. She dialled the number thoughtfully. She just hoped he could help.

"Hello, Doyle? I need some information about a vampire named Angel."

Doyle hung up the phone. Angel. By the Powers, the guy couldn't have been a bit stealthier about watching the Slayer. He sighed as his own charge walked in.

"What's the stitch, D?" She asked. Doyle rolled his eyes. How the Watchers dealt with these girls was beyond him.

"I've told you not to call me that, Faith." He said. The Slayer-In-Waiting shrugged. "And to answer your question, a friend of mine, who also happens to be the mother of the Slayer, called asking about someone." Faith looked over at the half Brachan demon.

"The Slayer's mom?" she asked. "You know the Slayer?" Doyle shook his head, and then looked out the window.

"Pack your things." He said. "We're moving to Sunnydale." Faith grinned.

"Hellmouth, watch out, 'cause here I come."

Angel sat quietly. He was itching to get out, but he really didn't want to get on Buffy's bad side, especially after last night. He leaned back, thinking about the events at the Library. She'd seemed ready to rip him and Giles both apart yet, at the same time, she seemed scared out of her mind of something, what he didn't know. He knew he'd have some work cut out for him earning her trust before she let him in, he just hoped it wasn't something that endangered her life.

A knock at the door shook him from his reverie. He sighed as he moved to answer it.

"Buffy." He said simply. He honestly hadn't expected to see her this soon.

"Angel." She said just as simply. "Good news, I've got some confirmation on your story."

"That was fast." Angel said. "Watcher's usually take a little longer than that." Buffy shrugged.

"Mom's got a friend who's half Brachan demon." She said. "He told her your story. She passed it to me. She trusts him, I trust her. Plus, he's taken a Potential Slayer under his wing. That's enough for me. Just don't expect us to be all chummy, 'kay, 'cause you still feel creepy." Angel nodded. He hadn't expected it, though to be truthful, he hadn't expected her to sense him in the first place, especially to the level she seemed to. "Let's move. Giles' expecting me to report in and I'd rather get the whole 'why are we trusting him' lecture out of the way." Angel watched her for a moment before grabbing his coat. Something was bugging her. He just hoped she was all right.

Something was coming. Buffy could feel it. Whether good or bad, she didn't know, just that it, whatever 'it' was, was coming. It wasn't a Slayer thing, either. She could feel it through the Force, so whatever it was it was connected to mom's old life. As long as it didn't endanger her, her mother or her friends, she didn't care. But whatever it was, it important. And it was coming.

Faith looked out the window of Doyle's car. "Come on, aren't we there yet?" Doyle looked over at his young friend.

"What's got your nickers in a twist?" He asked. "I've never seen you this antsy before." Faith looked at him and shrugged.

"Beats me." She said. "I just got this…feeling that there's something ahead. Don't ask what, 'cause I don't know. Just that its there."

"Maybe I should've left you behind." He muttered. "You sure you're alright?"

"Five by Five." She said. "And there is no way you're leaving me behind. Whatever's waiting's important. Until we figure it out I'll just be a bit…what was that word again?"

"Antsy?" Doyle offered. Faith nodded.

"Yeah that. Antsy." She went back to looking out the window. "Are we there yet?"

Angel ducked under the vamps punch, coming back with one of his own. He spared a quick glance back to Buffy. I don't know why I worry, he thought, as he watched her dust a vamp. She can watch her own back. He turned to the vamp again, managing to barely evade its attack. He finished it off, and then turned back to Buffy, who was staring at him.

"Does it usually take you that long to dust a vamp?" She asked.

"I'm rusty." Angel said defensively. "I haven't been in a good fight since I got my soul back."

"What've you been doing for the last two hundred years?" She asked. Angel shrugged.

"Feeling sorry for myself." He said. "Staying away from humans and vampires alike. Eating rats." He added as an after thought.

"Eww." Buffy pulled a face. "Gross out much? Do you still do that?" Angel shook his head.

"No. You'd be surprised how much blood butchers throw out." Buffy blanched.

"Oh, you are so gross." She muttered. "I swear…" She stopped, looking out into the distance. "Its here." She whispered, running towards home. Angel followed, worried. She may not think much of him, but he thought the world of her. There was no way he was going to leave her alone.

Faith looked over her shoulder. That sensation of something was now moving, straight towards her. She didn't know whether to be scared or excited. "You sure we're in the right place?" She asked Doyle as he knocked on the door.

"Of course I'm sure." Doyle said as the door opened.

"Doyle?" Joyce could barely believe it. "What are you doing here?" Doyle grinned.

"Thought I'd come give that daughter of yours a hand." He said. "Even brought some back up." He stepped aside. "This is Faith. She's a Potential Slayer." Joyce's eyebrow arced. "Before you ask, no reason. Well, beside the fact I've been looking after her since I found her on my doorstep." The dark haired girl finally turned to face them. A look of confusion was suddenly plastered on her face. Joyce wasn't far behind. The Force was strong in this one, of that there was no doubt, but it was stretched, like it was connected to something.

"Hi. You must be Mrs S." She said, holding out her hand. "This is going to sound weird, but do I know you?"

"I was about to ask the same question." Joyce admitted. The feeling of familiarity was uncanny. What was going on here? Joyce stepped aside, clearing a path for them both.

"Smart." Faith said as she walked in. "No invitation, no vampires." Faith took one last look behind her before walking in. It was close. So close.

Buffy made it to Rovello Drive before realizing Angel was following her. She turned quickly. "Go home." She ordered. "You don't rate an invite." Angel nodded, turning and leaving. Buffy took a breath and ran to her home. Whatever she was feeling, it was there. You better be all right, mom.

Faith sat in the chair, looking at the door. It was almost here, whatever it was. She got to her feet. "Faith?" She could just barely hear Doyle saying her name. Joyce looked at the girl, the stretched feeling was almost gone, like whatever the Force was connecting her to was almost here. Then the door burst open and Joyce had to bite her tongue to hold in the gasp of shock as Buffy ran in. The Force exploded around the two into a rainbow of light and sensation.

"Mom, are you…" Buffy stopped and looked directly at Faith. "Its you. This sense that…"

"…There was something." Faith said, continuing her sentence. "Something here, something…"

"…Coming closer. Something important, something that…"

"…That meant the world to me. Something that made me…"

"…Complete." The two girls said together, before collapsing on the floor. Doyle moved to Faith's side, and then looked up at Joyce, who still sat, unmoving.

"What the hell was that?" He asked. Joyce just stared sat the two still forms, unmoving. This wasn't happening. "Joyce?" She looked at him, then at Faith, and at the streak of gold that had appeared in her hair, a streak that matched the dark that had, just as suddenly, appeared in Buffy's.

"My…daughter?" She whispered, before fainting dead away. Doyle looked down at the girl that had been his charge for all these years.

"Who are you, Faith?"

Faith looked around. It looked like she was in some kind of basement.

"You are." A young sounding voice said. Faith turned to see a young blonde girl standing there. She couldn't have been much older than six. "This is where mom trained me." Faith looked at her.

"Who are you?" She asked. The girl giggled.

"You should ask yourself that question." She said.

"Hey, I know who I am." Faith exploded.

"Do you?" The girl answered. "Then what's your last name? Who're parents? What's your sister's name?"

"I don't have a sister, or any parents." Faith snapped. "Doyle found me on his doorstep. He's the only father I've known. My parents didn't even want me. I don't need them or a sister!" The girl looked up at her, tears welling in her eyes.

"We didn't know." She whispered, and Faith watched as she began to age before her eyes. "Mom and dad thought you'd died. I didn't even know you existed until I walked in the door and saw you." She kept ageing until she was Faith's age, and Faith recognised her as the girl who had walked in, the one who had filled the strange space she had felt since she was born. "I didn't know, Faith. Honest if I did, I would have looked. Please…" Faith looked at the girl and knew, instantly, that this was her sister, Buffy Anne Summers. Her hands were shaking as she moved towards her.

"Oh God, Buffy." She wrapped her arms around her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I was just angry. I thought…I am such a piece of shit. How could I…"

"It's not your fault, Faith." Buffy said as Faith sobbed into her shoulder. "It's the fault of whoever separated us. I'm just glad we're together." Faith pulled back, looking into the eyes of her sister.

"Damn straight." She said. "An' I ain't letting you of my sight. That's a…"

"…Promise." Faith muttered, opening her eyes. She looked around. She was still in the Summers' lounge room, on the lounge. But Buffy…

"You're up, I see." Doyle said, coming down the stairs.

"Where's Buffy?" Faith demanded frantically. "Where is she?"

"Faith, calm down." Doyle said soothingly. He'd never seen the girl like this before. "If you're talking about the blonde girl that stormed in, I put her upstairs in what I guessed was her…" Faith leapt to her feet and ran up the stairs. "…room." Doyle finished.

Faith was half way up the stairs when Buffy appeared at the top. Faith stopped. She looked exactly like her dream, save the lock of dark hair hanging to one side of her face. "Buffy?" Faith breathed. The girl nodded, grinning madly. Faith covered the last half in two leaps, wrapping her arms around her sister. "I thought it was…"

"A dream." Buffy finished. "A wonderful…"

"…Impossible…"

"Dream." They finished together. The two of them started laughing.

"Well, I hope you two aren't always going to do that." Joyce said from her door. "It might get a bit annoying." Buffy grinned, dragging Faith down the hall.

"Mom, this is Faith, my supposedly dead sister you never told me about." Buffy said half annoyed that Faith had never been mentioned. "Faith, this is our mother."

"Um, hi mom?" Faith said timidly. "Guess this explains the 'do I know you' syndrome, huh?" Joyce sighed.

"And I thought my days of training padawan were over." She said. Faith gave her a confused look.

"Paddle-what?" She asked. Buffy laughed at her reaction.

"Remember that training I mentioned in our dream meeting?" She began.

Hahahaha, I had you all fooled. You all thought it would be Dawn, but it wasn't! I am evil! And you can bet the vamps are going to feel it. I like it when a story comes together like this.

Stay tuned.

Doc.