Summary: After the final battle with the First, Faith gets a new watcher. Only this one's a bit different from the others.

Disclaimer: Buffy and Angel belong to Joss, I'm just borrowing. Greek Gods belong to all of us interested in Greek mythology, but I like the actors who portrayed them in Xena so I'm going with that.

Paring: None for now, maybe later someone falls in love, don't know yet.

Spoilers: Angel after S4, Buffy after S7, Xena none, just borrowed the Gods and put them in today's world (with witches and watchers and vampires).

Ratings: I'm guessing R for language or something like that.

AN: I haven't seen anything after S3 of Angel, so I'm going completely on what I've read and that ain't much. No Spike returning here, I love him but it would be a bit crowded. Xena never killed any God, or better yet they found the way to return from the dead and maybe I'll go back to that latter on.

AN2: This being my first fic and English not being my first language, be gentile with me. And send some feedback if this story makes any sense.

It's been 6 months since Sunnydale disappeared.

Survivors spent the next few days in a hotel a few miles south. With limited money resources, sleeping arrangements ended with four people in every room. Guys took one, Dawn and new slayers took another three, which left one room for Buffy, Faith, Willow and Kennedy.

First two days were spent mostly sleeping and recovering from the whole ordeal. When the wounds were heeled and everyone had their share of sleep, spirits started to lift especially among the new girls. They were now able to consider the changes that took place a few days ago without being in life-threatening situation. They started exploring their new found strength, sharpened senses and small but important fighting experience. The mood in general improved significantly.

Buffy and Faith, though sharing a bed, were still on less then friendly terms. The whole deal of stopping the apocalypse having much smaller impact on them then on others. Buffy was still silently grieving for Spike, avoiding any communication with anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.

Faith on the other hand, started to think about going back to LA. She knew that now that the fight was over, Angel will need her much more than Buffy and the gang. And honestly, being around Angel, Gun and even Wesley was far better then being near Buffy when she was in one of her moods.

Few days later Giles told the group that he made contact with the remained Council members. After everything that had happened, it was arranged for the whole group to be transferred to England where they could decide what to do next. Using financial assets from Council's accounts they could open the first school for slayers where the girls can train and learn how to live with the new twist in their young lives.

Seeing her chance to flee with a better excuse then avoiding Buffy's company, Faith informed the group about her plans on going to LA, saying it was much safer then facing the Council again, regardless of how reformed they were now. After a lot of whining and protesting, most done by Dawn and the young slayers, she succeeded in convincing them it was the best way. Especially since Angel used his new position as head of W&H to make her police record disappear.

That was six months ago. Since then Faith has been living a very much peaceful life. Well as peaceful as it gets when you're a slayer working for a soled vampire, killing demons on nightly bases. But she was relaxed and happy, and for Faith that meant a lot.

"So, I was planning on going to the east part of the town tonight. There are some abandoned buildings isolated from the neighborhood. Perfect place for Haustor demon's nest."

"Cool, you want me to come along, or do I get the day off?" Faith asked sitting across from Angel in his well-furnished, spacious office, playing with the axe and twirling it between fingers.

"Well, actually…" Angel was looking at his hands intensely trying to say what he knew he had to say.

Faith picked up on the uncertainty in his voice and looked up at him questioningly. "Actually…?"

He took a deep, unnecessary breath before continuing. "I had a phone call from Giles this morning" he saw her expression changing from curious to apprehensive and he knew she would like the rest of the story even less. "He said the school for slayers was working nicely. The Council has been completely reformed and they had made a new rulebook to adjust to the changes made."

"Great, I'm really happy for them and all, but what the fuck does that have to do with me, and judging by your facial expression it has something to do with me."

"One of the new rules is that every slayer who for any reason isn't able to attend the school must have a personal watcher assigned to her." Faith started to speak but Angel held up his hand. "Before you say anything, I know you've been a slayer much longer than those kids, and that your experience with watchers is less then pleasant, and that working with me and Wes is in a way like having a watcher, but…" he made a pause before continuing "but think about the girls in that school Faith. They need something to guide them. They need to see that all those rules are made to help them, not to restrain them. And what better way to prove that then show them that you and Buffy play by the same rules." He finished looking pleadingly at her.

"So you're saying that B agreed to this?" Faith asked looking unconvinced.

"She started training with Giles five times a week."

"And since Wes is too occupied with fighting demons, I'm guessing they decided to send someone over to work with me." she said sulking even more.

"That was what they were planning to do, but I convinced them that it would be better if I found you a new watcher myself."

"And they said yes?" Faith asked skeptically. Angel nodded his head. "So I'm again guessing you have someone in mind." Another nod. "Who is he?"

"SHE is a very old friend of mine."

"Very old as in you two go way back, or very old as in she walks with a cane?"

"As in we go way back and although she's older than me she walks just fine without a cane."

"Oh that's comforting."

"Anyway, I've talked to her a few days ago and called her right after my conversation with Giles. She's in the States right now and she said she'd like very much to meet you. I've invited her to come to tea this afternoon."

"So another representative of the old English school. Does she wear glasses and tweed suits too?"

"Actually, she's from Greece. No, no glasses or tweed suits."

"So what's with tea."

"Well I thought about offering coffee, but considering Harmony will be the one making it, I just thought tea would be harder to screw up." He made a face remembering last people who tried her coffee. No wonder they were scared to death of coming to the office again.

Faith chuckled missing the sound of the office door opening and Harmony letting a woman in.

"So anyway, does this watcher chick have a name?"

"Well presuming that I'm this watcher chick you just mentioned, my name is Tina." said the woman with a small grin gracing her lips.

Faith spun around and looked at the newcomer, cursing silently for letting her guard down and failing to notice the door open.

"I'm a bit early, but I finished what I had with a lot less difficulty then I expected. Hope you don't mind." she said as she crossed the office and hugged Angel.

"Of course not. It's good to see you again. It's been ages since the last time we met."

"Yeah, literary. So I presume this is Faith?" she asked turning to Faith.

"Oh, sorry. Yes, this is Faith. Faith this is, um Tina." he said looking at the woman dubiously.

She just smiled wider "Well it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard much about you."

For her part, Faith stood frozen. Ever since she laid eyes on this woman, she was unable to look anywhere else. There was something unearthly about her whole presence. She was in early or mid thirties, but still beautiful. She was a bit shorter then Faith, with auburn hair and piercing gray eyes. But it wasn't her appearance that captivated Faith. It was power and strength that simply radiated from her. She looked like she could take control over the whole world with just one glance, without fearing that anyone would dare to try to stop her. For some reason, the only word she could find that would do justice to this creature was a goddess. So she just stood there and stared open-mouthed.

"Well, looks like you've made quite an impression." Angel said with a smile.

TBC?