Faith's POV:
I walk through the huge medical ward. I've been making sure Red wasn't anywhere near me. As much as I'd like to make everyone believe I'm not scared of anything; Red terrifies me. And well I gave her a motive to get back at me for getting Kennedy to screw around. I have also been avoiding Kennedy, or actually she has been avoiding me. I think she's trying to get back into Red's good graces and dropping me is the way to do that. I don't blame her; if I had Buffy and she'd gotten me to cheat on her then I'd be pissed too. Of course if I had Buffy I'd make damn sure there was no lack of sex. "Faith," I hear Buffy call as she pops her head out of the room where demon boy is being kept, "Hey don't tell me you started without me," I say to her as I walk in and over to the guy who looks fully healed. He probably is and if Red had not put some magic walls up he probably would have busted out of here a day ago if not for Red's magic. "So we can do this the fun way or the easy way which is it gonna be?" I ask him and he glares at me, "I'm not telling you anything," he tells me and I roll my eyes before punching him and I see Buffy move in the corner of my eyes but I turn around, "Remember my conditions. Don't get in my way," I say to her. "Look you didn't answer my question," I tell the boy and he chuckles, "I don't give a damn about your question," he tells me and I laugh dryly as I take out a knife and start to drag it down his skin. I was doing that before it got kicked out of my hand at least. "Buffy what is your problem? You fucking him too?" I ask her. "You need to figure out whose side your on. Are you going to fuck them or fight them… pick one," I say to her and she scoffs and walks out. I didn't mean to freak out but every time people try to torture demons she gets in the way; she acts like we are to rough on them.
"Now that we got the room to our self lets get back to where we were… oh yes," I say as I put the knife back in the skin and begin again. I don't stop till I've made a square cut as big as his torso. "This could get ugly if you don't answer my questions. I'm sure demons enjoy their dicks as much as humans and if you had any respect for it you will answer what I ask," I tell him an evil glint in my eyes. He notices it and sighs, "Fine just don't touch it," and I smirk, "oh don't worry. Although when you heal I might take it out for a spin once or twice," I tell him chuckling at the expression on his face. "Where are you hiding?" I ask him and he looks away like that's gonna make what he's doing seem less like ratting. "I-I don't know the address… it's close-close to Wolfram&Heart," he tells me and I sigh as I walk out of the room calling Angel or Cordelia or anybody from the Fang Gang, "Wolfram & Heart," said the receptionist, "Put Angel on," I tell her and she asked me who I am, "Faith. Faith Lehane now put the vampire through now," I say and she does what I say. God these new girls have no idea what they are doing. "Angel," he says and I sigh, "You need new front desk people," I say to him and he sighs, "Faith it's been a while. So you in town?" he asked me and I chuckle, "Yeah you think we could meet? I got something to ask you," I say to him, "Yeah sure but it'll have to wait. I'll meet you at Will Hagen at one o'clock," he tells me and I nod but he can't know that, "Wicked," I say and hang up.
Buffy's POV:
I've been listening to Faith phone call the whole time and I smirk, "So she's meeting Angel?" I mutter and that's when she looks over at me, "Hey B," she says and I smile as I pop up, "You called me B?" I ask her and she nods, "Yeah I guess I did," she says and looks down at her feet, "Well it's a start right?" I ask her and she nods, "I figured you saying the shit you did yesterday… I owed you one. And it's been killing me not calling you that," she tells me smirking. I chuckle, "I had a feeling," I tell her and she looks away and it's a comfortable silence. Something we haven't had in a while… mainly because if we are in a room together there is no silence. "Faith I'm not trying to tell you what to do… or actually I am; you need to Kennedy, then you need to get her to talk to Willow. I've already talked to Will but she needs to hear some things from Kennedy… not me," I tell her and as I walk off she sighs, "Hey! I'm sorry about what I said in there with the demon," she calls to me and I stop turning my head around, "I deserved it," I say and then continue on my way.
Faith's POV:
I knock on the door and hear something fall and break on the floor. I turn the door knob but it's locked. I sigh, "Sorry for the Ken," I say before punching the knob through the door then just pushing the door open. I rush in and shake my head, "You really think your gonna get her back like this?" I ask my best friend and I see her turn up another bottle of pure vodka. I look around and see a mixture of Crown, Jack D, and Vodka bottles littering the room. Kennedy chuckles drunkenly and crabs the bucket beside her bed and she pukes. I cringe and sigh when she speaks next, "I don't know who you're talkin about," she says and I bury my head in my hands. "Let's go," I say pulling her to her feet but when she tries to fight back I punch her in the face and she blacks out. It's the only way I could get her to stop squealing and be still.
Once I get off the grounds I take Kennedy back to my place and lay her down in the bed. I pick up a water bottle and my bottle of aspirin I had in my bag. I pour water on her face and she wakes up. She grabs her head and I smirk, "Take this," I say shoving the pill down her throat, "Drink this," I say pouring the rest of the water down her throat as well. "Go to sleep. Tomorrow we get your girl back," I say knowing Kennedy was in no condition to bed successfully. And by tomorrow she should only have a slight hang over but it will be good for Willow to see she is in so much pain she conflicted pain on herself as well.
Angel's POV:
I've been waiting over ten minutes; where is Faith? Oh speak of the devil here she comes, "Faith you're late. I'm a busy vampire what if I had to go somewhere after this, "Chill A. This is more important. Your firm is housing a family I need dead," she tells me and I look at her seriously, "Stop with the pleasantries Faith and get right down yo business," I tell her and she smirks, "How are you Angel?" she asked me and I nod, "I'm alive… well actually that's not true but you know what I mean," I tell her and she nods, "I know," she says. "So what brings you to LA? Last I heard you were on the hellmouth," I say to her and she looks down, "They needed me here for a while; after I take care of their problem though I'm heading back. Too many people here who I would rather live without," she says and I look into her eyes. She can hide most everything with her body language but you can see everything in her eyes. "It's Buffy. I heard about what's been goin on… and she told me what had happen back in Cleveland," I say and she looks down, "I didn't come back to make her feel better, or to get closure, or to hear her say sorry. I came back because Giles thinks I can offer something that no one else can, that's it," she tells me and I sigh and she cuts me off when I open my mouth, "No Angel. I'm not talking about it anymore. I laid my heart out for her. It was her choice, do you know how it felt to give up the control I have always had around my heart? Well it was hard and she ripped it out of my chest, stepped on it, spit on it, and then shredded it. After she did that she blew the pieces in my face. Now she is gonna live with her choice, whether she likes it or not. I'm not putting myself through that again," she tells me and I sigh shaking my head, "Really? That's why you have tears falling down your face huh?" I ask her as I wipe them away with my thumb. She lightly pushes my hand away and wipes them herself, "Just drop it please and tell me what I need to know about the demons," she tells me and I nod, "They are a royal demon family who rules the demonic waste land. The only way to kill them is…" and I go on to tell her what to do and what it requires.
Little did we know Buffy had been sitting a few tables behind the bar listening to every word we said.