Summary- Faith gets broken out of prison to help Angel in LA and Buffy takes it upon herself to help out as well. What happens next is more then any of the two could bargain for.

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Pairing- Faith/Buffy
Category- Drama/Angst
Rated- R

Disclaimer- We are not Joss. The only thing owned by us is the idea.

Author's Note: This chapter was written by me, Kitty or sanityfair on fanfiction net.

(B's Pov)

I feel myself start to drift off again and I flutter open up my eyes and let out a small stifled yawn. The car window is cold and I groggily watch the rain drops as they slide into interconnecting pools of wet. God, I'm so tired. Despite how uncomfortable it is I could really just lay here and sleep for a week. But, I can't. I don't need sleep. Sleep...is the last thing on my mind. Angel is the first thing...or I guess Angelus now.

At that thought I sit up a little and move my head away, trying to smooth down my blonde hair as much as possible. The drive over had been anything but pleasant. I'm sore in all the wrong places, but I guess that's okay. God, why wasn't I told? I thought...Well, I don't know what I thought. That me and Angel were still an item? Still a couple? Does it even matter anymore? He's not Angel anymore. He's soulless monstrous Angelus. I bite my bottom lip some as memories of what that monster could and did do float around inside my head. I should have been the first one told. Maybe I wasn't told because...

Moment of happiness. I was supposed to be his one moment of true happiness. But I guess I really wasn't. Or I'm not anymore. I sigh just as the taxi cab comes to a screeching halt and I'm thrown forward a little. LA drivers. Enough said. The driver turns around and gives me a wide sickening smile as he openly checks me out. Jerk. The whole ride over he says not one word to me and now he thinks this is some kind of free ride peep show?

I scowl slightly and quickly fork over the money making sure not to touch the guy as I do. He licks his lips and mumbles his thanks and I remind myself I'm the one who wanted to come alone. I guess this is what I get. Perverted cabbies. I slide out of the cab and head into the large Hyperion Hotel. Eager to get down to business. Eager to free the monster inside of the man.

But as soon as I walk inside the door and look around the only thing I can manage to mutter is, "Huh?"

"Sorry, B'. The streamers and welcome mat were just a little cliche', so they sent me as the welcome wagon."

"What?" I ask again my mind racing as I realize whose standing in front of me.

"Yeah, you know." Faith says lazily as she stands out of her seat and takes a few steps towards me with a flash of a grin. " They figured I knew you the best, might as well get you settled in. 'Sides their busy with the whole 'Angelus' thing, so..."

Okay, mind lag over. "You don't belong here," I say quickly with a cold sneer pressed to my lips. Probably not my normal greeting, but with everything's she done. Everyone she's hurt. It's deserved. And the too obvious fact that she was told about the little 'problem' before me.

"You're supposed to be in prison," I glare, taking a few steps forward. Tired or not I would be more then happy to put Faith back in her place.

"Yeah, but apparently I was needed somewhere else." She turns away briefly to light up a cigarette. " Wes and the gang busted me out. "

"Busted you out?" I ask, turning the words over on my lips like poison. I stare at Faith, taking in each and every disgusting detail before I say, "You're going back," at length and head towards the phone sitting on the counter.

Faith watches me as I move, an impassive expression about her features as I dial. "Wes' is gonna' be angry," She finally sing songs.

I hold the phone in midair and turn around. A gleam behind my eyes as I look at Faith. "Wesley the retired watcher is going to question MY authority. Let's not forget Faith..." I say turning my attention back to the phone, "I'm the only one who matters anymore..."

Finally Faith heads towards the counter, she reaches an arm out and quickly hangs the phone up. "Look, I didn't ASK to be taken out, alright? I was fine with a roof over my head and three meals a day. I'm jus' doin' what they need here, and then I'll even walk myself back in, okay? Besides, we'll be done in like... what? Two, three days tops?"

"And then what?" I ask raising an eyebrow, still skeptical, "You'll go back?"

"Yeah. Totally. " She says removing her hand away from the phone and taking a step back. "B, c'mon, I coulda' gotten myself outta' there any day. I'll go back. S'not like I got anywhere else I need to be."

I hold my glare and lean forward a little, raising myself up slightly so I can stare into Faith's dark eyes. Not that it would matter. I can already tell when she's lying. "Fine, but you do as I say, and when I say it..." I lean back a little and add, "Understood?"

Frowning slightly at my instruction, she shakes her head at the last comment. "Hey, hey, wait a sec'. What makes you Queen Bee? You think you can waltz in here an' take over someone else's

business?"

"This is my business Faith! Angel...Angelus..." I quickly catch myself and then continue, "I've dealt with him before. You haven't. You fall into line or you go back to jail.."

Rolling her eyes but never the less agreeing, Faith takes a few steps back, muttering beneath her breath, "Whatever." She glares briefly at me before returning to her seat in the lobby chair.

"Good," Buffy I say nodding once, "Here's the plan..." I look around before walking towards the weapons cabinet. I began rifling through it to find anything that might help. Finally I withdrew one solitary gun. I cocked it once and then take aim at Faith, grinning a little as I do.

Hearing the cock, she slowly turns around in her seat, then quickly stands again, "What the hell do we need a gun for?" Faith keeps her eyes on the weapon, though says nothing of where it was pointed at.

I grin a little wider knowing full well Faith was nervous under that badass exterior. I can see it in her eyes. But, she knows I'm not like her. I lower it and mutter, "Sedative." I nod my head towards the cabinet. "Get the other one..."

Glaring at me she heads towards the cabinet and digs out her own gun. She sets the gun on the floor and then began to search idly for anything else she thinks is interesting. We really don't have time for this.

"That's all we need," I snap as I head towards the door. We just need to bring him back here so we can get his soul back..." She I turn around towards Faith looking her directly in the eyes and say, "Lets go"