Over the next few days the three of them kept busy with the girls and landed on a good routine. Buffy's ribs were healing well as long as she was taking it easy. On the third day after the injury, she dodged a wild kick from one of the younger girls while she was walking around the room supervising the class. She missed being hit but fell right into one of the metal sparring dummies. It wasn't really enough to re-injure her fully but it did manage to remind her that her ribs were really only starting to mend and it would still be some time before she'd be back to full health.

When Giles returned the next evening with the older girls he was surprised to find the dynamic they had stumbled into in his absence. After he and the girls had gotten settled in, Giles came back downstairs to the living room to catch up with Buffy and Faith.

"There were no other mishaps while I was gone I trust?" He asked them.

Buffy shook her head, "Nope, turns out we actually make a pretty good team when we're not making power plays."

"And Spike?"

"I think he was in the kitchen last I knew," Faith shrugged.

"No, I ment—"

"We know what you meant. If it wasn't for him there is no way we could have managed after Buffy got hurt. He picked up the slack and then some," Faith said defensively.

"Very good, glad to hear it. Any more ghost sightings?"

"I thought I heard something last night and I've found a few of my things in weird places but neither of us saw anything," Buffy shrugged.

"And she's only moving your things?"

"Seems that way. But it's not like Spike is exactly big on material possessions at the moment."

"No I suppose not. Once I get settled in I'll go through the castle's archives and do what I can. Might be rather fun actually."

"That's why you're book-man!" Faith teased, "Seriously though, I'm having someone come by to check out the giant birdcage and get it running again."

"As long as you get someone who respects antiques. I'd hate to see such a fine example of an antique lift be destroyed by some pollock."

"I asked the guys that did the girls bathroom to take a look at it."

"Are you sure about that? They certainly did very nice work in the lavatory but a lift is a rather different story altogether."

"They're taking a look, if they don't think they can do it they'll recommend someone."

"And charge an arm and a leg I'm sure."

"I'll see what I can work out."

"You know Faith, there's one way you might be able to get them to knock off some of the cost," Buffy grinned broadly.

Faith threw a pillow at her.

"I'm teasing! I'm just joking! You'd have to ask him out first."

"What's this then?" Giles asked with a grin.

Buffy gave a rueful smile, "Are you going to tell him or should I?"

"He's supposed to come look at the 'lift' tonight after work."

"Oh so I get to sneak a peek at him huh?" Buffy asked.

"Is this the fellow that also works at the hardware store?" Giles interrupted.

"Yes it is,"

"He seems nice… Is our cover with the locals still holding?"

Faith averted eye contact, "Yeah he still thinks you're my uncle."

"Alright so that brings me to my next question," Buffy asked, "are we still going with our original cover story here?"

"The best lies have a kernel of truth. We run a school for girls. Faith is my niece. I had to stop wagging tongues, you know."

"Which makes me what? Your American daughter?"

"I suppose so, yes. Everyone around here knows that I've spent an extended amount of time in the states so it wouldn't be a surprise. You could be another niece if you prefer."

"No, daughter is fine, or stepdaughter. Not like Dawn and I have heard from our own father in… well a really long time... Besides, you did have a little thing with my mom," Buffy teased.

"That was the band candy!"

"My mom kept the coat you stole for her!"

"Yes well…" he stammered, and started cleaning his glasses, "Your mother was a very special woman," he added almost inaudibly.

"Ok, seriously more information than I needed," Faith said as she got up to leave, "Callum will be here soon, I want to check on the girls and let them know someone's coming to look at the elevator."

"I'll come with you, I wanna hit the kitchen first, grab a snack."

"And if Spike's not in the kitchen?"

"Very funny."

Giles rolled his eyes, "Yes well I plan to unpack and spend a quiet evening in, if I'm not needed."

"We'll come get you if we do! By the way Giles, I'm going with 'stepdad'. It's closer to the truth anyway."

Giles almost beamed with pride, "Why yes, I suppose you're right. A fine idea."

"Night Dad!"

Music was playing in the kitchen; Spike was singing along to The Ramones 'Do You Wanna Dance?', as he was finishing up the dishes.

Buffy put a hand out to stop Faith and pressed a finger to her own lips to keep her from interrupting him as they entered the kitchen. The two women stood there watching him for a moment. The song ended and the next song 'I Wanna Be Well', came on. "Damn that's hot," Faith whispered, "You know Buff, if you ever get tired of this one, you can send him my way."

"Not a chance," Spike said, turning around as he dried his hands on a dish-towel. His lean muscles moving interestingly under his blue t-shirt. He gave Buffy a slow grin, "Haven't seen much of you since this morning. Giles and the girls getting settled back in alright?"

Buffy went over to give him a kiss, "I see you found the stereo alright. Yeah, we're all squared away. Just you and me for our first Friday night in Scotland. Faith has a friend coming over."

"Not like that! Callum is checking out the elevator to see if they can get it working.

"Don't do anything we wouldn't," Spike smirked.

"Don't think that's going to be a problem," she frowned, "I kinda punked asking him out."

Buffy rummaged through the fruit bowl, "If you don't ask him out, I'm going to do it for you," she said as she tried to decide between an apple and an orange.

"I thought about taking you out proper. Maybe find a place with a band, if you're up to it."

"I'm not sure if I'm ready for that just yet. I'm kinda in a night-in sort of mood."

"Thank God for thick walls," Faith grumbled.

"Not talkin 'bout that!" He turned towards Buffy, "We're you? Because I sure wouldn't say 'no' if you were, Goldilocks," he grinned wolfishly.

"Dishes are almost as good as foreplay," Buffy grinned.

"And there it is, grossed out and jealous all in one. I'm going to check on the girls before Callum gets here, you coming, B?"

Buffy took a bite of her apple and gave Spike a wink before turning to leave with Faith, "Yup, I'm in. I'll see you later," she said, throwing a smile over her shoulder at Spike.

"God I'm a lucky bastard."

Minutes later Spike had finished up in the kitchen and was heading through the entrance hall when the doorbell chimed. Spike pulled the door wide revealing a tall good looking man who could have been Superman's stunt-double, "Oi, you must be the handyman Faith's been going on about; come to fix the lift?"

"I make no promises, told her I'd take a look. See if it's something we can handle," he said in a Scottish accent.

"Right then, in you come. Oh ah, I'm Spike," he thrust out his hand.

Callum shook his hand, "Callum Ross, I don't remember seeing you around when I was here before."

"Nah, just got here really. I'd been in the states for a while."

"Really? Where about?"

"Here and there, most recently Los Angeles. Been back in Europe for a couple of weeks, still getting settled in really. Can't believe it's already July. Come on, it's just over here."

"How long have you known Faith?" Callum asked a little gruffly.

"Little over a year I suppose."

"You work here too then?"

"Yeah, you could say that. Been staying with my lady, teaching the girls what I know."

"Which is?"

"Various martial arts, and hand-to-hand combat mostly."

"You folks really cover your bases don't you?"

"We like to be thorough. Our goal is to make sure each of these girls have what they need to make the world a better place."

"With martial arts and hand-to-hand combat? Sounds like a superhero training camp," Callum laughed.

Spike merely grinned, "Wouldn't that be something?"

Spike gestured to the lift, "I took a look the other day, cable is shot, I can lend a hand replacing the cable if you need it. There's a maintenance ladder of sorts in the shaft but it's not in the greatest shape. I can get it up there no problem."

"That's the hard part, mate. You got climbing experience or something?"

"A bit. We all got our strengths. Anyway, I was just heading upstairs, I've hardly seen my girl today. I'll send Faith down."

"Thanks, I'll try not to keep her long," Callum said as he stepped into the elevator and started examining it.

Spike headed upstairs, it took a minute to find Faith since she was settling a dispute on the fourth floor amongst the Level 2 girls.

Faith was seething, "I don't care who started it, it ends now. You need to burn off steam? There are training rooms for that! I—"

"Faith? Don't mean to break this up, your handyman is down stairs looking at the lift."

Faith gave the girls a stern look before she ran a hand over her hair, "Sure, ok. I'm on it," she said briskly as she bustled past him.

"Oi, Faith, where'd Buffy go?"

Faith turned to look at him, "She went back downstairs, maybe the bathroom. I don't know."

Faith ran down the stairs stopping short of the entryway, she smoothed her shirt and walked forward towards the elevator. Callum was examining the inside of a small maintenance hatch.

"Hey, sorry I wasn't downstairs when you got here—"

Callum jumped a little, "Oi Faith! You gave me a start girl. No worries, I do need to take a look at the pulley at the top. You want to see me up?"

Faith had laughed when she had startled him but now her mouth suddenly went dry, "Ah yeah, yeah I can show you up, fifth floor."

"Led the way,"

"I had to settle a dispute with the girls-"

Callum spoke a little stiffly, "Oh it's fine, your boyfriend let me in. I think we might be—"

She cut him off, "Boyfriend?"

"The Londoner. Said he was here with his lady, I just…"

"Spike? Me and Spike? Oh, no, no, no. I mean yes he is staying here. No, he is definitely not MY boyfriend. Not even close. Spike is Buffy's, eh my cousin's boyfriend."

"Cousin?"

"She's the one that started the school with me and my uncle. It's actually named after her mom."

"Your uncle is her dad, right?"

"Stepdad actually," she smiled faintly, "Spike and Buffy just got here last weekend, they're helping us out before they continue on this whole European vacation thing they're doing. They'll probably stay a few weeks and then they'll be off again."

"You won't be going with them, will you?"

"Oh hell no. It's bad enough sharing a bathroom with those two. I couldn't imagine traveling with those lovebirds. He writes her poetry."

"That guy? He writes poetry?"

"Yup…"

Callum mulled that over a little as he continued following her up the stairs, "I shouldn't judge. I don't suppose anyone looking at me would peg me for a painter."

Faith raised her eyebrows a little, "Really?"

"Watercolors; landscapes mostly, the odd portrait. What's wrong with having a hobby?"

"Nothing I just… Now you mention it, I have a good friend in LA… he's an amazing artist. He does charcoal drawings. He's also a PI and a certified badass."

"This friend-"

"Just a really good friend. Spike used to work with him up until a couple of weeks ago," Faith paused looking down at his handsome face, "You seem really interested in my relationship status," she smirked.

"Noticed that huh?"

"How'd you like to go out for a drink sometime?"

"Took the words right out of my mouth. I'd love to."

Faith smiled in relief, "Good, how's tomorrow night?"

"8:00?"

"You tell me where you want to meet and it's a date,"

"You're on…"

Meanwhile Spike went back downstairs in search of Buffy. Before he had a chance to check the bathroom, he noticed that the light was on in their bedroom and went in. Buffy was sitting on the loveseat with her laptop open.

"There you are, Slayer, I was looking for you, what are you doing?"

"Hey! Just emailing Willow, she was checking up on us. Xander is talking about coming back to Europe soon."

"Getting the band back together then?"

"Same continent at least. I don't really like being so spread apart like this, I miss my friends. I miss having an actual home. Spike, I've really been thinking a lot about what you said about living here permanently."

"I've been putting some thought into that as well, Love."

"And?"

"Hopefully we're thinking the same thing."

She smiled, "But after we continue our trip right?"

"Duhh"

"By the way, earlier when Faith and I came up, where'd you go? I thought you were right behind us."

"Would've been but Faith's boy showed up,"

"You mean he's here? I'm a little bit curious."

"Think Superman."

"Are we talking Christopher Reeves or Tom Welling on Smallville?"

"Ehhh… I was thinking the comics, but Reeves I guess. I don't know the other guy, haven't really watched a lot of TV as of late."

"Dawn is obsessed with Smallville. I kinda want to meet this guy. Are they still downstairs?"

"Dunno, we could just stay in," he grinned.

"The night's still young, we don't have to lock ourselves in our bedroom just yet do we?" she let out a little laugh. She took both of his hands, "Why don't we do a movie night downstairs? I'll make popcorn…" she grinned coyly.

"As long as there's a beer in it for me."

"I think there are still a few left," she said as she pulled Spike along with her, "Come on, I'll even let you pick the movie. The girls have a surprisingly large selection… can't tell you if it's a good one or not but I think I saw some classic horror we can make fun of."

"Ohh go on then."

As they headed down stairs they realized Callum and Faith were above them on the stairs on their way back down from checking the elevator mechanism at the top. Buffy paused, waiting for them to catch up. They were so deep in conversation that Faith actually bumped into Buffy on the way down. Buffy caught herself on the railing, her ribs suddenly reminding her to take it easy after being relatively quiet most of the day.

"You alright there, Pet?" Spike asked her from only a few steps down from her.

"Yeah, I'll be alright."

"I'm sorry B I didn't—"

"I'm fine, I'm the one who stopped."

"What's the matter with her?" Asked Callum in a concerned tone.

"Training accident, banged up her ribs. This sort of thing happens all the time. We're pretty used to it," Faith answered.

"She's tougher than she looks," Spike looked at Buffy fondly. Buffy continued down the stairs and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

Faith turned to Callum, "See what I mean?"

Callum grinned easily at Faith, "Take it you've never been in love before, have you?"

Faith began to blush, when Buffy spoke up, "Faith hasn't had much time for relationships. We're both pretty dedicated to our work and it can be really hard finding someone doing what we do. Spike and have known each other for years but we've only been able to really try for a real relationship recently."

Faith shrugged and looked at Callum, "She's right. By the way, what are you two doing anyway? Snooping?"

"Now I'm hurt. We are having a movie night "

Faith eyed her suspiciously, "If the girls don't have the same idea, Cuz."

"There's always plan 'B', beer and popcorn in the kitchen."

"Since when do you drink beer?"

"Sometimes I do, but I'll probably see if we have any wine. The popcorn was my idea,"

"Beer was mine," Spike said as they came into the entrance hall. They could hear the TV. Buffy went over to check it out.

"Man after my own heart you are," Callum continued the conversation.

"Well then, let's see what we got," Spike gave an 'after you' gesture. Faith led Callum into the kitchen while Spike and Buffy followed after she rejoined them.

"Yeah, he's definitely more of a Welling," Buffy murmured in Spike's ear.

"I'll just have to take your word on that, Love."

"By the way there were just a couple of girls in there, their movie is almost over. I told them I called next."

"Think we should try to force these two into a double date?", Spike asked.

"It's like you can read my mind."

Buffy got to work on the popcorn while Spike grabbed beers for each of them, "Sorry, Pet, looks like we're all out of wine." He took the beers over to the large table they used for meals and sat down.

"So what's the word, Cal, can you fix our lift?" Spike asked.

"Callum, please. And yeah, I think so. As long as I can get the right parts I don't see why not, especially if I've got someone who can climb," he tipped his beer towards Spike, "I saw what you meant about that maintenance ladder," he took a pull at his beer, "Not bad. I should bring you some of my brother's stuff though. Him and his wife opened a brewery a few years back."

"You never told me that," Faith said, "that sounds amazing."

"Didn't realize you were into beer."

"Faith in a nutshell," Buffy started ticking off her fingers, "Likes: fighting, weaponry, and leather. Dislikes: anything too 'girly', mushy or frilly. Loves: Alcohol, dancing, rock, action movies, sex, and fighting."

Faith choked on a sip of beer, "Buffy!"

"What? Did I forget something?"

"There was the bit about—-"

Faith slammed a fist on the table, "Spike, I swear if you finish that sentence I will—"

Callum leaned back in his chair with his arms folded across his broad chest watching them quietly.

"You don't even know what I was going—"

"Doesn't matter!"

"When did you become such a delicate flower anyway? What happened to the Faith I met back in Sunnydale? Brash, forthright, badass. Knew each other less than a day before you sat there bold as brass and told me all about the guy with the—"

"Spike I'm warning you—"

Callum interrupted her with a grin, "Ya know Faith, there's a pub not far from here, has bands every weekend, and my brother often has bands play at the brewery in summer; if you're interested. Or we could go to an MMA event sometime, I know a guy," He wasn't fazed by their outburst in the least, in fact he seemed rather comfortable with it.

Faith stared at him in shock for a split second before stammering, "I- I, yeah that would be awesome…"

"Alright then, I'll get started on making proper plans. Can't have a girl like you working all the time without blowing off some steam now can we?" he said, looking her up and down as he took a swig of his beer.

Buffy stood up, "I think the living room should be clear now. Spike, why don't you go pick a movie. I got the popcorn. I expect to see the two of you in there for movie night."

"After you, Slayer."

Buffy and Spike headed out, leaving Faith and Callum behind. They both stood up looking at each other, "I imagine they meant well."

Faith scoffed and shook her head, "You really have no idea…"

"I'm just guessing here but I'm going to venture to say; you've got yourself a sorted past you're trying to make right. Turn over a new leaf and such. Except romance wasn't exactly factored into that equation was it?"

"No, not exactly… I mean you're spot-on. How—"

"You're not the only person with an interesting past. Spent a good chunk of my youth in one sort of trouble or another. Even found myself locked up for a short bit. After that I decided it was time to turn things around, start helping people instead of hurting them. Always been handy so I started doing odd jobs for people. That got me the job at the hardware store.

"I- that's… are you messing with me?"

"Honest truth. Didn't scare you away did I?"

"No, not at all- takes way more than that to scare me. I—I guess I just never imagined we had that much in common… you seem so clean cut."

Callum smiled at her, "So about what your cousin said…"

"I'm looking for something long term this time around… I don't want to rush into anything…" she blurted out.

He grinned again, "Perfect."

"Also, I've got some major baggage and a couple of Jurassic sized bombshells… I just… I'm trying to lay it out but there's a lot I just can't talk about. So here's my middle ground, take it or leave it," she said very quickly.

"Are we talking about kids or skeletons in the closet?"

"Closet's pretty full. You seriously think kids are my thing?"

"Alright, just so long as I don't end up with some jealous bloke standing over me with an ax."

"Voice of experience?"

Callum gave a half grin, "Didn't know she was married."

"I think we've all been there. Glad we had this talk."

"Me too."

"You know you don't have to stay for this," she waved her hand irritatedly, "If you don't want to… I swear…"

"I was just planning on a quiet night at home anyway and I'm off tomorrow so I'm not fussed. I think it's good to change it up, don't you?"

"You don't know what you're in for around here."

"Oh I think I'll manage. Come on, they seem like the search and rescue type."

"They are."

Spike was still looking through movies when they got to the living room, "I've counted twenty vampire films here, they do realize these aren't actually instructional videos right? Especially… sodding 'Interview with a Vampire'? Are you bloody kidding me? That's twenty-one. Oh here's twenty-two… what the hell is 'Blood and Donuts'? Bloody hell…" he put it back in the bin and kept digging. "I'm not watching some sodden— oh look, another vampire movie… 'Love at First Bite', hells bells…" he flipped it over to read the back, "Oh Slayer, if you were aiming for a laugh, I think we got a winner here, Goldilocks."

Spike handed the movie over to her, "I said you could pick… I don't know…Dracula? Really? You hate Dracula…"

"Just read the blurb."

Buffy flipped the movie over in her hand, "Oh God. It's either going to be horrible or funny as hell, I'm going with both. Care to find out?"

"Go on, Slayer, put it on," Buffy turned towards Faith and Callum, "We're either in for a bad movie-night or a laugh fest, it's anyone's guess," she said as she sat down gingerly on the couch she had been favoring since her injury. Buffy made a 'have a seat' gesture towards the second couch.

Callum complied as he stretched out his tall frame at one end of the other couch and reached an arm across the back, "I'm easy to get on with," he turned to look at Faith who was still standing behind the couch, "Don't know about you but I've had a long day. It's good to relax."

Faith sat down next to him and slipped off her gym shoes so she could curl up on the couch.

"Better?" He asked.

Faith chuckled faintly, "Yeah. This week wasn't so bad thanks to these two, but it had been a little rough for a couple of weeks before that. It's going to suck when they leave."

"Aww Faith, that was almost sweet," Buffy said as Spike came over, positioning himself behind her so she could rest back on him.

Faith glowered at Buffy, "Ok so after that little stunt In the kitchen I'm just gonna come out and say it. Have you two given any thought at all to moving in permanently after you're done with this whole 'honeymoon vacation' thing?"

"First off it's not a honeymoon, we just—"

"Yet," Spike corrected, earning him a look from Buffy, "Don't look at me like that; I'm not proposing. I know we—- Anyway, the second point is that a lot of this depends on the Nibblet, don't it?"

Callum leaned his head over to Faith, "Nibblet?"

"One of Spike's nicknames for Buffy's little sister, Dawn."

"Likes his nicknames don't he, this one?" He whispered in her ear.

"It's like a compulsion we all sort of share, but he's the worst. You should hear Buffy's puns," she murmured back.

Buffy interjected, "He's right. She still has summer classes, we don't know how long we're staying here yet and no idea how long we'll be traveling."

"Probably be a while I imagine. I've got a lot of places I want to show you before we… decide anything."

"Earning serious boyfriend points," Buffy murmured.

Spike adjusted himself so he could look at her better, "Well it's true, Love. I've been around most of Europe three or four times easy, the least I can do is take you around once."

"What exactly is it you do Spike? Faith mentioned you recently worked for a PI."

"Technically we were both at a law firm. He's back in the PI business now. It was complicated. Keeping things about as simple as I can now. This is it for me for the foreseeable."

"But what did you do? You sure don't strike me as a lawyer."

"Bloody well not. We used to run together back in the day. We were-" Buffy shot him a look, "we were doing specialized work, bringing the firm down. They were into a lot of underhanded dealings, real evil stuff."

Callum laughed, "Oh alright, I get it, you really can't say can you?"

Buffy interjected, "Nah, just complicated. You could say he has a very particular skill set, he does a lot of specialized work."

"Like MacGyver? Used to love watching that show when I was young."

"Not exactly, mate. Think you were closer with the superhero training camp idea," Spike laughed.

"I was?"

Buffy, Spike and Faith all laughed. Still laughing Buffy clutched her side and took a minute to catch her breath. She could tell her ribs were nearly set but they weren't entirely healed yet. Even with accelerated Slayer healing it would still take a little more time. Buffy let out a pained laugh, "If we keep this up we'll never get to the movie. Here, Faith, divide up the popcorn, I grabbed an extra bowl. Let's get movie night started."

"I got it," Spike picked up the remote to press play. Then readjusted so Buffy could sit back more comfortably again, "Here, Love, better?"

She hummed in agreement as the movie started.

After the movie, Faith saw Callum out. Buffy and Spike lingered in the living room cleaning up bits of popcorn Spike had started throwing at the TV during the movie. They passed them on their way to take the beer bottles and bowls to the kitchen.

"Night Callum, nice to meet you!" Buffy called over her shoulder. Spike threw him a nod as he followed Buffy.

"Good to meet you both!" Callum called from the doorstep. He turned to Faith, "What's his problem with Dracula anyway?"

"Long story," Faith said as she quietly offered to walk him out to his car.

A few minutes later Faith came back inside to find Buffy and Spike waiting for her, "What?"

"Sort of got that pesky first date out of the way, didn't we?"

"For your information, I did ask him out. We're going for drinks tomorrow night."

"I guess it's sort of like you arranged your second date before your first,"

"More like we got hijacked."

Spike cleared his throat, "Hey now, 'hijacked' seems harsh… but fair."

"But it all worked out right?"

"Not the point."

Buffy grinned, "Maybe you'll get lucky and find out Mr. Clean-cut has a naughty side, you never know."

"Yeah, we had a little talk about that. Turns out maybe we do have a little more in common than I thought," Faith said as she started up the stairs.

"He isn't a felon too is he?"

"Don't think so."

"Still you got things worked out better than you had before so I still call this a win."

"Why are you being so weird?"

"I'm not being weird, am I?"

"Just," Faith made a face, "Peppy…"

"Normal people call that a good mood," Buffy retorted as they continued to climb the stairs nearing their bedrooms.

"Whatever, B, can I get your help tomorrow?"

"With what?"

"I'm not really sure what a normal date looks like."

"You think I do? Our first and last real date was strolling through Paris until we stumbled across a cabaret Spike's friend owns."

"Don't forget the alley," Spike grinned and Buffy swatted at him.

"Our idea of going out usually involves patrolling. That's what passes for 'normal' in my life and I'm good with that."

"I don't even think I can do normal."

"You know what would really help you out, Faith? Start by binning that nonsense about 'normal', because you're not. No Slayer is, Buffy knows that. The sooner you get it, the better." Spike huffed.

"This is a bad idea… this is exactly why my longest relationship before Robin was maybe the occasional long weekend. What am I doing? I can't do this," Faith moaned moodily.

"Didn't say that. If you think there's something there then you should go for it. Love is worth walking through fire and a lot more."

"He would know," Buffy said seriously.

They had reached their floor by now. Faith turned towards her bedroom and back towards Spike and Buffy, "Could you just help me go through my stuff in the morning. I might tag along on the big shopping trip Giles is taking the girls on tomorrow."

"You want to go shopping?"

"Not really, that's why I want you to take a look at my stuff, see if I need to go… get something new."

"I'll do what I can," and with that the two of them retreated into their bedroom leaving Faith alone.

A/N: To be continued... Please Read and Review!

For those of you who are not aware, the references to Smallville and Tom Welling (the actor playing Clark Kent) are nods to James Marster's work on Smallville as Brainiac. The joke is that the actors actually do know each other ;)

Callum's physical resemblance to Tom Welling was done as a "gift" for a friend of mine.