Disclaimer: I do not own Faith or any of the other Buffy and Angel characters mentioned in my story. Joss does.

The Slightest Things

"Sometimes the slightest things change the direction of our lives, the merest breathe of a circumstance, a random movement that connects, like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark" The Power of One

Chapter 2

So it's 10:00, time to go sit blue room for an hour. Were at the door again, there she is, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders. She wasn't wearing her glasses either, those intense blue eyes looking at me, for a second she reminded me of Buffy… She's too tall though I mean Buffy's shorter then me. I don't want to think about Buffy, she hates me and who can blame her. She saved me when the Watcher's council guys tried to shoot me, so maybe she doesn't hate me enough for me to die. So I guess that should count for something. Then I notice that I'm still standing in the hallway and the Doc. and the guards are staring at me.

She opens the door and I walk in and sit on the couch determined to make myself comfortable. She follows me and sits down on the other couch.

So here we are just like last week. It must be casual day, cause she's wearing jeans and a long sleeve beige shirt; don't really know the dress code of shrinks though. Here I'm wearing this blue jacket and pants suit thing that I wear every day.

I stare out the window, the sun's shining through, and I can feel the heat from it. The window's still got the bars on it, so I guess they don't trust us enough not to jump through it.

"So have you heard any stories about me?" I ask

"What to you mean" she says

"Oh you know, the stories the cops were saying about me"

"Is there a story I should know about"?

"No"

I know she's heard the rumors; everyone has that's why some of the prisoners wanted to see if they were true. They're always trying to throw down with me. I'm the freak with supernatural powers.

" I can tell you about my life, but I'll have to leave something's out"

"Why" she asks

"Cause you won't believe me"

"What makes you think that"?

"You just won't, not many people do"

"You'll never know unless you tell me"

"Maybe later" I say

She just nods her head. I know she wants to know, I can see it in her eyes, but I figure why ruin the surprise so early, I'm gonna be here for a while. Maybe I'll tell her when I'm like 30…. God I can't even imagine that I'll be alive that long.

It's really quiet in here. I'm not used to it. Everywhere else it's so noisy. Everyone's always yelling at each other through their cells. Yolli my cellmate is always screaming and trying to pick a fight with someone. The girl never shuts up, if this is what she's like when she's not on drugs, I don't want to see her when she is.

"You know what I miss" I say

"What"

"Rain"

"Why?"

" Cause I don't get to see it that often, I mean I never really cared for it much, but you miss the strangest things when you're locked up"

"What do you miss about it?"

"I guess I miss thunderstorms more then just rain, I miss lightening, the crackle and the smell of it, the glow that it leaves behind"

"What else do you miss?"

"I miss the snow too, it doesn't snow here"

"Not too often"

"I don't miss those bitter cold days, that pierce your lungs, but when it snow's it's always warmer. Everything is covered with this blanket. It's one of those things I miss about Boston."

"Were you born in Boston"

"Yes"

See now I know, I'm talking too much. I don't even know why, I guess I'm lonely. I always thought of myself as a loner, I never needed anyone. But now I now that I'm here, even though it's full of people, I'm still alone. The only person I could talk to was Angel, cause he understood. But he's out saving the world, being a hero, like I should've been.

She's staring at me again, trying to figure me out. I know she wants to know what I am, just like everyone else.

The knock, I'm done…. at least for today.