Disclaimer-Yes I own Angel and yes pigs fly.

Note-Mention of child abuse in this chapter.

Faith and Wesley walked into Angel's apartment. "Where's Misty?" Faith asked.

"Cordy and Fred decided to take her shopping," Angel explained.

"I have pity on her soul," Wesley commented as he put the box of Misty's things down.

Cordelia and Fred walked in with Misty. "Very funny, Wes."

A very curious Misty looked in the box and screamed in delight, "Kay-Kay!"

Faith walked by Misty. "Sweetie, how about you and Spike go play in the other room while the grown ups talk," Faith said.

"Okay, come Spike." Misty grabbed Spike by the hand and dragged him into the next room with her toys. "What kind of a name is Spike anyway?"

"Oh bloody hell," he mumbled.

They both walked out.

"So any ideas why my little sister, is seriously little?" Faith asked as she sat down.

"The package that fell was the Alapa abolla abeo Adonis," Angel replied.

"The Box of the Young," Wesley whispered.

"What's that?" Fred asked.

"It's box only a Lazarius demon can make. It makes it's victim to a time where they were most vulnerable," explained Wesley.

"Did anything happen when Misty was 5?" Gunn asked.

"Me and Misty have a repressed memory from that year," Faith explained. "We don't remember anything."

"Is there anyone you can ask?" Wesley asked.

"Our mom," Faith answered.

Wesley stood next to Faith as she worked up the courage to knock on her mother's trailer door. "You know we don't have to do this today," Wesley told her.

"Yes, we do," she whispered. "When you meet my mom, it'll explain a lot." She knocked on the door and a minute later a woman with a beer bottle in her hand answered.

"Faith?" she asked in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Something bad happened to Misty," Faith started.

"Yeah, she was born," Raven interrupted. She moved to the side to let them in.

Wesley looked around the trailer and noticed that there were no pictures of Misty, Faith, or Meeka…just the man with the tattoo of a raven on his neck.

Raven sat down. "So who's this?"

"Wesley Wyndam-Pryce," Wesley replied for Faith.

Raven ignored him. "Last I heard you were in jail and Misty was in the loony bin."

"Well, I'm out of jail and Misty is better," Faith retorted. "Misty needs your help."

Raven laughed. "Why should I help her, she killed my husband."

"Who killed your daughter!" Faith screamed.

"Don't yell at me, I'm your mother!"

"Since when?"

Raven stood up angrily and took another swig of beer. "Get out!"

"Wait, Mom, what happened when Misty was 5? We both don't remember."

Raven sat down. "Why should I help you?"

Wesley handed her a 100 dollar bill.

She quickly grabbed it then stuffed it in her bra. "You remember my brother?"

"Yeah, he was arrested for child abuse when I was…6 and Misty was 5." Faith glared at her mother. "You let a child abuser watch your children?"

"I didn't think he would hurt you and Misty," Raven replied.

Faith got up and stormed out, Wesley followed closely.

"Faith," Wesley started.

Faith looked at him with tears streaming.

Wesley wrapped her in his arms. His shirt becoming drenched with tears.

"Wes, I remember what happened," she cried.

"It's going to be alright," he replied as he lead her to his car.

"Wes, what he did to us was worse then some of the things Angelus did."

Explains a lot about Faith doesn't it.

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