Chapter 2

by Vanillagigglez, polkadotchicken on neopets

(Faith's POV)

This is it, journey over. Thank hell, I have always hated trains. The smell of fat, sweaty men who sit in front of you and give you leery glares. If I wasn't so confined I might have bashed his head in, that woulda given blondie something to think about.

Better than thou Buffy thinks that after putting me in a coma then sending me to jail in LA that I would stay there and redeem myself, and afterwards be her bestest buddy?

Well, she wouldn't let me, she probably still resents me. Shock, horror, I shot her boyfriend with a wooden arrow. Okay, hands up, it was poisoned but he lived, didn't he? Un-lived anyway.

The doors slid open and I jumped off. I was in Sunnydale.

Home sweet hell.

(Buffy's POV)

I'm not really sure where I'm at, in a magic shop of some sort. Not that I believe in that hocus-pocus stuff.

"So, you don't have a name?" Dawn asked.

I just realized, I don't. But I remember that I used to have a name and that it wasn't anything normal. I wasn't a plain Jane or Sarah. It was something that you don't hear very often, but I can't for the life of me remember what.

"Of course I do," I smiled. "I just don't remember it."

"Do you want me to name you?" Dawn asked.

I looked at the girl, her intentions were sweet but she'd probably name me a pop princess name, like Britney or Tiffany.

"Oh, that's sweet but I think I can name myself," I told her. "I'll name me...Joan!"

"Ugh," Dawn frowned.

"What? Did you just 'ugh' my name?" I asked her in dismay.

"No!" she protested. "I just... I mean, it's so blah. Joan?"

"I like it," I told her stubbornly. "I feel like a Joan."

"Fine, that's your purgative," Dawn smirked.

"Prerogative," I corrected her.

"Whatever, Joan," Dawn sneered.

Did she just emphasize and down-trod my name?

"Whatever, Umad," I replied.

"Boy, you're bossy..." Dawn argued.

"Boy, you're a pain in the..." I argued at the same time.

We both stopped. I remember this feeling, this person.

"Do you think we're..." Dawn gasped.

"Sisters?" I finished.

She smiled widely, and we hugged. I liked this, having someone to protect and look after.

"You never showed me affection like that," Randy said to his father. "I'd wager."

I pulled back from the hug and looked at them. They looked odd, kinda out of place. Which I guess they were, being from out of the country and all.

Everyone flinched to the sound of the phone ringing, Dawn even made a little squeak. But we all just stood there.

(Giles POV)

"Ooh, it's my shop, I'll get it!" I exclaimed.

My shop, yes, I remember clearly now. Well, fuzzily. But it does seem a lot like my shop.

"Hello, Magic Shop this is Rupert speaking," I say professionally into the phone.

I look over at Anya, and she gives me a cheery smile and the thumbs up. She's so beautiful; I know why I proposed to her.

"Giles?" A voice asked.

"This is Rupert Giles, whom may be I speaking to?"

It was somebody I didn't really recognized, but clearly they knew me. Or at least, my name.

"Giles, it's Angel," the male told me. "I don't know how or why but Faith has gotten out of jail, you need to warn Buffy and the others, I'll be there as soon as possible."

Angel? I was pretty sure it was a man's voice but it is a rather ponce-like name. And who's Faith? Clearly she's a criminal if she's broken out of jail. And who's Buffy? Oh dear me, this is all very confusing.

"Um, Angel, do I know you?" I asked.

There was a short pause.

"This is Rupert Giles, isn't it?" Angel asked.

"Yes," I told him.

"It's Angel...from LA," he said slowly.

"And who is Faith? And Buffy?"

"You okay Giles? You seen kinda out," Angel said.

"Well, I seem to be having a slight case of memory loss at the moment, it'll be alright," I said half-heartedly.

(Angel's POV)

I'm in the car, on the way to Sunnydale, not long now. But I'm not going to beat Faith. I swerve through the cars as best as I can, driving fast enough to be breaking the speed limit. But then again, it is kind of urgent.

If she does anything to Buffy, I don't know if I'll be able to refrain myself from killing her. She's been through her fair share and a bit more, but it's no excuse. If she even touches my Buffy...

I'm almost there, maybe two kilometres away, but Faith may be in Sunnydale, I hope I can get there in time. I know Buffy can take care of herself, but Giles said he'd lost his memory and didn't know who me, Buffy or Faith were, so that could prove a problem.

(Buffy's POV)

Mr. Giles hung up the phone, looking confused.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"A man called Angel," Giles said, still looking confused.

"Puff's name if you ask me," Randy said gleefully.

"I quite agree, son," Giles smiled.

"W-what was he calling about?" Tara asked.

I saw Willow give Tara a smile, they must be friends.

"Something about a girl called Faith breaking out of jail, and that he'd be here soon," Giles frowned.

"So we should stay here?" Willow questioned.

"Yeah, we can just hang out," Alex smiled. "Chat, bicker, try find out who we actually are."

"We need to figure out what's going on," I insisted.

"Looks like Joan here fancies herself the boss," Randy smirked.

"We have a kid here-" I frowned.

"A teenager," Dawn intersected.

"A teenager," I sighed. "And we have no idea what's wrong with us; I think a hospital is our best bet."

"We can't go to a hospital," Anya said. "They're really big and smell funny."

"They'll probably think we're crazy," Willow told me.

"We should wait for this Angel," Giles said. "He seems to have some idea what's going on."

"But you said a girl has broke out of jail and if he's warning us, that might mean she has some grudge on us," Anya rushed.

"You th-think?" Tara asked. "Why would she have a g-grudge on us?"

"We seem like a loveable bunch," Xander said, putting an arm around Willow who fidgeted uncomfortably.

"So we wait," I decided.

We all turned our heads when there was a knock on the door.

"That must be Angel," Randy said.

"Must be," I sighed.

"I'll get it," Giles said eagerly.

Boy, he must love running this shop.

Giles walked over to the door and opened it, but there were some things there. Everybody screamed, and Giles slammed the door.

"Was that Faith?" Xander asked.

"I think they were male," Willow smiled nervously.

"Maybe that was Angel," Randy suggested. "Maybe he's a vampire."

"They were v-vampires?" Tara stuttered.

"They had funny foreheads and long teeth," Anya said helpfully.

"Maybe it's Halloween," Dawn said.

"It doesn't feel like Halloween," Xander frowned.

"And even if it was, they were definitely not kids and those are definitely not costumes," Willow said.

"Randy's right," Giles smiled. "Well done."

"Thanks Pop."

"We need to do something," I told them. "Like putting large objects in front of the door so they can't get in."

(Faith's POV)

I sauntered along, but at a fast past, smiling suggestively at the men I see. I look down the road, and sure as I was told, there was a shop called the Magic Box. This is supposedly where the scoobies hang out now, what a bunch of losers.

But there were a few vampires at the door, I grinned. I broke into a run, pulling a stake out of my pocket and punched one in the face. I surprised him, and staked him. Dust flew everywhere and I had to brush it off my jacket, before kicking the other one in his stomach and pushing the wood through its heart.

Another pile of dust. That was easy.

I push open the door to the Magic Box. There was something in front of it but I was strong enough. I can't believe they're wuss enough to do that. I see them huddled in a corner.

"Hey B, time for a rematch."

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