Once More with Déjà Vu: Chapter Seven

Disclaimer: Nope, I wish... (sniff) All those big names that people know own BtVS and AtS and any songs used this chapter.

Glor: Hi! Just to point out something to Karmawiccan, I had said: "Xander's wife to be." But I went through the fic and fix some of the lil typing errors so your review let me do that so thank you! And also I think it's great you love my O.C. Never had a reviewer say that... So thanks, Karmawiccan! (looks at Karmawiccan's fanfics and tilts her head) Uh... You sure do like unconventional couples, don't ya? (just looks at the fic and reviews) Okay I'm done talking. Here's the fic.



L.A. Women's Penitentiary

A guard yawned looked over to his fellow guard, "Boring night, huh? You'd think this broad would break out... Guess she gave up..." the other guard nodded then the first looked at him strangely, "You new here? Never seen ya before."

The second guard looked up, "Uh, yeah... Just got transferred here," the man said in a New York accent as the first guard looked at him suspiciously, "Hey, did you hear 'bout the singin' all over the city and in Sunnydale?" he said, changing the subject.

The first guard's demeanor softens, "Oh Yeah! It's a bit disturbin' but it sounds like...fun, I mean you could sing but no one can tell you to stop 'cause it ain't you're fault... Or so I've heard..."

The second guard nodded, "So what song would you want to sing?" he questioned.

"Hotel California!" he exclaimed but as soon as his sentence finished, guitars started playing the familiar tune and the second guard grinned, as he slipped into the cell they were guarding as more guards came towards the music.

Beats of a drum signaled the first guard to start singing, "On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitis, rising up through the air," he sang on pitch.

"Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim," another guard sang also on pitch as some of the guards began to dance with each other.

An inmate that was with one of the guards started to sing, "I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'" the woman sang, a little off pitch as she began to dance with her guard.

"Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say..." the first guard sang and then all the guards joined in, "Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year, you can find it here,"

The second guard, who was in the cell, was shaking the dark haired woman in the cell, "Wake up, slayer! That song ain't gonna last forever!" the guard said as the slayer awoke.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked as she got up.

"The name's Whistler and I got a proposition for ya, Faith," he said with a grin as the guards out side continued to sing.

"Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget..." the inmates sang swinging around with the guards and other inmates.

Faith raised an eyebrow as she watched the guards and other women inmates dance and sing, "What's goin' on?" she asked as she walked out of her cell.

"So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'," the guards continued as Whistler grabbed Faith's hand and brought her into the group dancing people.

"And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say..." a burly woman inmate sang off key.

Whistler danced his way though the guards and prisoners with Faith who followed his lead, "Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise Bring your alibis..." they all sang except Faith but Whistler was singing for the fun of it.

"Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said We are all just prisoners here, of our own device And the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast," the guards sang as the inmates got rowdier.

"Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before Relax, said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave!" the guards sang as Whistler and Faith left the penitentiary.

The guards and prisoners kept dancing to the end of the song, which was just guitar solo.



Once outside, they heard the music fade from their ears, "So... What was all that 'bout?" Faith asked Whistler who stayed silent, "Ain't you gonna tell me why you busted me out?"

"You're goin' to Sunnydale," he replied.

"Are you out of your mind!? Last time I was there..." she trailed off as her mind thought of the body swap incident, "I'm not goin'. It's not like there isn't anyone there who can beat whatever kind of Big Bad that's there"

"Thing is, it's not about them, Slayer," Whistler stated.

"It's always about them. Buffy and her Scooby Gang..." Faith muttered.

Whistler ignored her last comment and continued, "It's all about your destiny and how you will help avert Sunnydale's final apocalypse. It might not be goin' down right this second but you need to make up with the other Slayer and her friends to seek out you redemption"

Faith scoffed at his last words, Redemption? You're makin' me sound like Angel. I ain't him, I'm not gonna make a difference," she said dejectedly as she headed back for the prison, "Now leave me alone"

Whistler shook his head, "The Powers That Be ain't gonna be happy with that answer, Faithy," her sing-songed then added, "When you get there, tell Angel I say 'Hi',"

Faith turned around abruptly, "Angel's not even in Sunnydale!" she yelled but found no one.

Faith blinked a few times then noticed she wasn't in front of the L.A. penitentiary anymore but Restfield Cemetery, "Oh hell..." she muttered, "I'm in good ole Sunnydale. That ass!" she exclaimed angrily as she punched and crumbled the tombstone in front of her.

Faith rubbed her fist for a second then saw a vampire rise from the grave she had just decimated. She grinned, "A fight, just what I need, even if it is a fledgy," she said as she helped the vamp out of his grave, "Hello, vampy, let's fight," she said punching the vampire and sending him flying into a tree branch which dusted him.

Faith frowned, "Too easy..." she said as she stretched her muscles which were long overdue for some violence.

"Hello, cutie... What are you doing in a cemetery all on your lonesome?" a voice asked behind Faith. She turned to see a gang of five vampires and she grinned, "What are you grinnin' 'bout sweetie?" the leader asked.

"Oh, I was just thinkin' 'bout how much I'm gonna get off by dustin' you..." Faith answered as she ripped off a tree branch from where her last vampire was dusted.

"Don't think so," the leader said as he motioned for his vampires to attack.

The first two vampires that attacked her were fledglings and she dusted them with ease but not before one screeched just before it was dusted.



Angel, Gunn and Xander were on their way back to Buffy's but heard screeching from the cemetery they had just left. They ran back to see a dark-haired woman fighting three vampires. The three men nodded and ran to help.

Xander had stopped dead in his tracks once he noticed who the girl was, "Faith!?" he exclaimed.

Faith turned to see Xander but got sucker punched because of it. Once she got back up she kept fighting the vampire and blocking his hits, "Hey, Xand. How's things? Great? Good, now toss me a stake!"

Xander complied involuntarily and Faith dusted the offending vampire and looked to see Angel and Gunn had just finished off theirs, "Now, that was good work out," Faith said as Angel and Gunn walked up to her, "Hey, Angel. And, I don't know you. Part of the Scoobies or Team Angel?"

"The name's Gunn and I'm with Team Angel as you so kindly call us," he said with some sarcasm putting his hand out to shake hers, "And you'd be Faith?"

Faith nodded while accepting the handshake. Soon Xander glared and advanced towards Faith, "How the hell did you get out of jail? Gonna try to take Buffy's identity away again? Well, sorry, she doesn't have a boyfriend for you to sleep with this time so just go back to L.A. on you on or I'll call the cops myself,"

Faith shook her head, "See? I knew this'd happen! But does that weird guy listen to me? No, he just sends me here when I'd rather be in prison!" she ranted then turned to Xander, "Well, you know what I'm just goin' back to L.A. It'll make you all happy"

Faith began to walk but Angel grabbed her arm, "What 'weird guy'?" Angel asked.

"Said his name is Whistler, works for The Powers That Be or some shit like that," she answered as she studied Angel's reaction, "He said to say 'Hi' to you Angel. Guess you know him?"

"Uh, yeah. He was the reason I came to Sunnydale in the first place. I was in New York at the time and he told me to seek out my redemption here," Angel said as Xander's jaw slacked.

"Faith's here for redemption?! No way in hell!" Xander yelled, "You don't deserve it!"

"See? I know that! But this Whistler guy said I'm gonna be some help in a big apocalypse comin' up"

"In causing one she means..." Xander mutters as Faith continues, unwavering.

"But it's nothin' you guys can't handle I bet"

"Faith, if he said it, it's true. Look at me," Angel said as Faith's jerked up and she looked him in the eyes, "I didn't believe him at first but now I'm running a company to help the helpless..." Angel said, trying to persuade Faith to stay.

"You're encouraging her to stay!?" Xander yelled.

Angel glared, "She deserves a second chance, Xander and I'm gonna give at least that much to her"



Cordelia growled as she slammed her door. But as soon as it slammed shut it woke Connor, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Connor..." Cordelia apologized as she scooped the baby into her arms and rocked him a bit with a bottle in hand, "Didn't mean to wake you, it's just Buffy brings out the worst in me... You shouldn't have had to hear Queen C. I was a horrible person back then and I've changed, I just wish the people here would see that..."

Connor's wailing stopped and he cooed in Cordelia's arms as she fed him his bottle. She smiled, "At least someone here cares, right, Connor? You care... Fred, Wes, Lorne, and Gunn care..." she said as Connor gurgled as if to say she missed someone, "Oh yeah, we can't forget your daddy can we? Angel cares... About both of us... He loves you..." she pauses then whispers, "And I love him..."

Cordelia sighs and looks to see Connor finishing his bottle soundly in her arms.



Fred stretched and looked at the clock at to see the time, "Oh! It's late, we should be getting back to Buffy's house, Wes," Fred said as she packed up her laptop.

Wes nodded and said his goodbyes to Anya, Tara, and Willow as did Fred and left with Winifred.



On the walk back to Buffy's house, Fred talked non-stop about the plans for Anya's wedding as Wesley listened intently. Once and a while he would add his opinion so not to look like he wasn't paying attention. Soon they had arrived to Summers' household.

"Good night, Wesley, Fred said with a smile as she ascended the steps and headed towards Dawn's room.

Wesley smiles and then whispers, "Good night, Fred..."

"Moira..." a voice said behind Wesley, causing him to jump.

Lorne, you startled me. What was that you just said?" Wesley asked as he turned to face the green skinned demon.

"Moira is the gut physical attraction between two larger than life souls. Hence you and Fredikins," Lorne said with a grin.

"No, that's not right..." Wesley stuttered.

"Alright, then it's Kyrumption. Face it, you love her and I think she might be falling in love with you," Lorne said as he patted the ex-watcher on the back, "Can't fight Kyrumption," he said as walked away, leaving Wesley alone.



"Angel, this ain't a good idea. I'll just find a hotel to crash at, no big," Faith coaxed as she tried to leave but Angel grabbed her arm.

"C'mon," he said, dragging her into the Summers' home with Gunn watching the events, "Don't think about what Xander said. If you have destiny to fulfill, I'll help you anyway I can,"

They opened the door to find Lorne sleeping on the couch and Wesley asleep on one of the armchairs, "Well, I see your whole gang is here... I shouldn't-"

"You can stay in the basement and in the morning I'll tell Buffy and everything'll be fine," he said, cutting her off as he led Faith to the basement and Gunn went off to the living room to get some sleep, "Now, get some sleep, okay?"

Faith rolled her eyes then smiled, "Sure, Angel. G'night," she said as she climbed into the cot and fell into a fitful slumber.



Angel trudged up the steps to the upstairs level and saw a puddle of water. He stepped around it as he entered the room he temporally shared with Cordy and his son, "Hey, Cor, why is there a puddle of water on the floor?" he asked as he looked back at it through the doorway.

Cordy sat up on the bed, "It's the remnants of one of Buffy and Spike's sexcapades, she said as Angel sat on the bed next to her.

Angel cringed, "And I thought they were at the crypt..." he muttered as he and Cordelia laid down on the bed with Connor lying in the middle, sound asleep.



Glor: Sorry about the really late update but my computer crashed and when I got my fanfic files to my new one they were all like this: C o n n o r a n d C o r d e l i a . Very evil, huh? and I had press delete then right arrow so many times I got bored if I did it for too long so that's why the update took SO long... Hope you like this chapter although it's rather short... Please Review! Bye-e!