Faith's Sister

Summary: Faith's younger sister Zoë shows up at the Wolfram and Hart offices. However, she's had a very troubled past.

Chapter One

Zoë was glad to be out of juvenile detention. It had been her life for 10 years, but she was glad it was behind her. Now, at the legal age for everything, Zoë felt as if she had the world at her fingertips. She could do absolutely anything she wanted. She could be absolutely anything she wanted. She had her whole life ahead of her and nothing to lose.

But the single thought that had stayed with her for 10 years still plagued her mind. The thought of the one thing in life she had lost, and didn't know if she could ever get back. Faith.

Of course Zoë knew who Faith was. They were sisters; they were close, closer than any other sister could ever be. They shared everything. When Faith became the chosen one, she visited her younger sis in juvenile detention, telling her everything. God, how she missed seeing her sister. That was over five years ago and she hadn't heard from Faith since. She'd heard about Faith though, and knew that she somehow ended up in prison.

Zoë stood alone in an empty carpark at the airport where her lawyer had dropped her off to catch a plane to L.A. She looked up at the stars in the dark night sky. "Dammit Faith, I wanna see you but I don't know where you are." It was like she was talking to thin air. There was nobody to answer, and nobody to listen. Zoë was alone.

Wolfram and Hart offices, Los Angeles

Angel was still getting used to the fact that Cordelia was dead. He kept telling himself things to try and make him feel better about the situation. She died but it is not your fault. You did everything that you could. It wasn't really helping.

Suddenly Wesley appeared at the door to his office, late in the afternoon. "Um Angel, somebody is here to see you." He informed his boss.

"Send them in." Angel replied, shuffling through some papers. He looked up to see a tall, slender brunette female walking into his office. She was wearing long dark denim jeans and a blood red singlet top with a black leather jacket. She looked like she could be a biker's girlfriend. "Can I help you with something?" he asked.

"Faith. I'm told you know where I can find her." Zoë spoke quickly, and briefly. She took no time to dawdle, getting straight to the point. She only had one thing on her mind.

"And why do you need to know where Faith is?" Angel inquired, leaning forward in his chair.

"I'm her sister. Tell me where the bloody hell she is." Zoë demanded. Angel's jaw dropped when she spoke, as did Wesley's, who was still standing at the door.

"Sister?" Wesley repeated.

"Yeah." Zoë rolled her eyes impatiently. "Look, from what I hear you're the guy to come to in L.A. for anything mystical… ish." Zoë spoke directly to Angel.

"Do you know about…?" Angel began, not wanting to mention the fact that Faith had a big responsibility in life.

"She's a Slayer, yeah, I know. She tells me everything. Or rather, she told me everything. I haven't heard from her in years. Word has it you know where she is. Spill." Zoë demanded answers.

"Um… miss?" Angel inquired about her name.

"Zoë."

"Zoë, why don't you come in and take a seat and I'll tell you what I know." Angel offered. She hesitated.

"Um… yeah whatever." She sat down opposite Angel and Wesley wandered back into the room, closing the door. He leant against the wall and listened to Angel and Zoë's conversation.

"So you're Faith's sister?" Angel asked again.

"Yes!" Zoë snapped impatiently. "I thought we already went over this?" Angel gulped down the lump in his throat. She certainly reminds me of Faith, only, she's a lot more demanding than Faith.

"I'll tell you what you need to know once you tell me about yourself." Angel told her. She rolled her eyes again and pulled her legs up onto the seat, tucking them underneath her to get comfortable. She sighed loudly and unnecessarily.

"What do ya wanna know?" she asked.

"Just about you. How come you're suddenly here looking for Faith? And why here?" Angel elaborated on the questions he had in mind. Zoë sighed again in annoyance.

"When I was 10 years old, I got caught up in the wrong crowd; some young teens. I looked older than them, and they were just punks living on the street." She quickly rattled off her history. "My parents hated the fact that I was like that too, and soon I ended up being distant from them. I was kept away from Faith, even though she was older than me by two years. I was soon breaking into people's houses and stealing stuff, shoplifting and stealing cars. I got busted big time once when the cops caught me and three of the other kids with a police car we stole and took for a joyride. I was driving, of course. I got given a lawyer and was taken to trial on several counts of underage driving, theft etcetera, etcetera." While Zoë was explaining herself, Angel and Wesley were intently listening. "I got sent to juvi for a minimum sentence of 5 years, maximum of ten. I'd worked up an equivalent rap sheet to that of a twenty year-old street punk, and I wasn't even thirteen."

"Sounds like your life has been rough." Wesley spoke up.

"Yeah. After four years of my sentence, before I was even fifteen, I got into a fight with a bunch of other girls in the centre. They started it, but I nearly killed one of them and because of it my sentence was raised to the maximum."

Angel sympathised for the girl. She'd been through a lot, and he felt like there was something she still wasn't saying. "So have you just been let out, or have you been out for a while?" he inquired.

"Actually I got out a few days ago. I caught a plane here to L.A. where I heard that I could find you."

'Who told me that you'd find me here?" Angel asked.

"A guy in the centre. He was a good friend of mine, older, but he had connections. He had sources outside that came to visit him, and he told me about stuff that was happening. I heard about Faith being arrested, I heard about what happened last year here in L.A. and I heard about some minor rumblings in the demon community."

Angel was silent for a minute. "What makes you think you can say all this stuff to me and have me believe you?" he didn't know if she knew who he was.

"I know you're a vampire. Geez, I'm not stupid." Angel was beginning to get tired of her attitude, and so was Wesley.

"Alright, so you knew to come to me. How did you know that I knew where Faith was?" Angel continued.

"This guy that told me about everything, his name is G.Q. That's what everybody called him. His real name is George Quentin, and he'd been told by some demon sources that some glorified vampire with a soul had moved into L.A. and was beginning to make life hard for the demon community."

"You talk about the 'demon community' so freely, doesn't it bother you that you were involved in living such a dangerous lifestyle? You were socialising with demons." Wesley commented.

"No, I wasn't socialising with demons, I was socialising with people who socialised with demons. It's different."

"It doesn't matter. You knew about me, you knew who I was and I'm guessing this G.Q told you where you could find me." Angel summed up. "But what I want to know is what are you hiding?"

"I'm sorry? What I'm hiding? I'm not hiding anything." Zoë almost spat her response at Angel. "What makes you think I'm hiding something?"

"Because you're being so defensive over it maybe?" Wesley offered.

"Well that too, but more importantly because I can sense that there is more to the story than you're letting on."

"Well, you're wrong." Zoë quickly jumped in. "You told me that if I explained myself to you then you'd tell me where Faith is. Now where is she?"

Her demands were in perfect order, and Angel had to tell her. She was pleased to hear that her sister was not in jail anymore, but not so pleased to hear how she got out. When Angel and Wesley had explained that situation to her, she was even less thrilled with being around them as she was when she was told to go to Angel for answers in the first place. With her new information, Zoë was ready to go after her sister.

"You know what?" Angel offered, "I could get her to come here. It would be easier for everyone."

"Um… yeah, sure, whatever." Zoë agreed.

"Just give her a day or so to arrive from England and then you two can catch up." Zoë was almost ready to say, 'I don't want to catch up with her I want to kill her. I will never forgive her for what she did.' But she stopped herself, and Angel and Wesley didn't suspect a thing.

A/N: ooh… what's the deal with this feisty female? What is her problem with Faith? More importantly, what did Faith do to her that is unforgivable?