Faith got paroled soon after her sister's death, and stayed in LA, at the Hyperion, as a new member of AI.

She knew the scoobies wouldn't trust her any, even though she that Angel did. So she didn't bother going to the hellmouth.

It appeared the Sunnydale stuff was just slow after Buffy's swan dive anyways. So there wasn't much need for her there. The other scoobies, the ones who weren't Buffy and didn't die, would do fine with their own group.

She was missing her sister-slayer though. The short time that they were truly best friends remained a secret happy place inside of her.

She had screwed the blonde over a lot, but she had done it out of spite for herself, believing that Buffy shouldn't be around a screw-up like herself.

She felt a lot of guilt for the deaths of the mayor's old henchman, and the volcano guy; but it was what she had done to Buffy, that made her feel really bad though. Her sister had tried to save her, but she pushed away. And when she dug a hole deep enough, she put the icing on the cake when she had gone to Angel.

That's when she had finally just decided to just turn herself in to quit making the other slayer's life miserable.

But this wasn't how it was suppost to be. Buffy was the perfect slayer, the all American girl with the friends, great watcher, and boyfriend. And Angel.

Faith didn't see Angel that way, although she was in no way blind to his major hotness. He was more like a big brother though.

As he lazed in her bed in the falling sunrays, she dreamt...

...............

Buffy and Kendra were there, as well as Joyce, and a little girl she knew was Celia. Buffy had shown her pictures.

"Hey Fai." Buffy said, as she polished her weapon of choice. It was a clean silver sword that had blood spots on it.

"B." she said, in disbelief, not aware that she was asleep.

"Don't worry little sis. You're just dreaming." And Buffy's clothing changed to that of a raggedy white shirt, and black pants that were definitely ruined.

"Guess I'll never be able to wear it in public anymore." The blonde said, sounding kind of sad.

Kendra looked at her replacement, and smiled. She still had the purple shirt on that Buffy gave to her. She had died in it. She looked god in it.

"Well Fai, looks like you're not the only chosen anymore."

"Huh?" Faith asked, confused.

"Well, forgetting the fact that there are actually thousands of us, there are three that are alive."

"Three?"

"Yup." She said perkily. Then the weapon in her hand changed to the most magnificent weapon she had ever seen. It was a type of scythe, but it had been changed, and had a metalized wooden end for a stake. The end right there was also like a sword.

"Three living slayers. Three essenced weapons."

Something in the air changed, and the dark brunette looked around. Then she turned back around to Buffy, to see the blonde with scratches and cuts along her face, and her clothes in bloodied rags.

But the blonde smiled, never-the-less, and said, "I'll be home soon. Don't forget to wait up."

Then Buffy's little blood-sister walked up behind her.

That's when the dream faded...