I do not own Buffy or the Sons of Anarchy, or any other character that I might use. But will be mainly Sons of the Anarchy. I am also going to play it loose with time-lines and stuff.

Chapter 10

Two days; it takes me two days to drive from Charming to Cleveland. I drove as fast as I can without getting caught by the cops.

Hey, I only have five days leave, well six if you count in Sunday, three of the days I had to beg and plead for. I have only been working for two months, so asking for extended leave was pushing it. I go it... but I will be working Saturdays for the next month and I had to take on any house calls for the next month too, sigh, there goes my social life. Anyways I left straight after work on wednesday.

I wanted to get to Cleveland for the patrol on Friday; Faith always did like the weekend patrols, there are more people at night and the vampires could mingle more easily.

Anyhow, I'm nearly there; I need to decide where to stay. Hmm it might be better to ask Faith for ideas, right so where to go, there's a dinner near the bus station, I wonder if it's still in business. Oh well can't hurt to try.

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I waited till their patrol was finished, and the minis were on their way. Faith always did enjoy her solitude, and after each patrol, she would order the others back, while she did one more sweep of the area. It was her ritual, and after catching some tails and kicking their asses the first couple of time they tried to follow her, a compromise was reached. She will have an hour to do her sweep, no one will follow her, but if she is not back by the hour they will wake up the whole Cleveland branch just to search for her. It annoyed and warmed her at the same time. Faith does not like to be protected; she was always the one doing the protecting, but the fact that they tried, is something entirely new to her. The deal was struck, and Faith got herself a bit of 'me time', after every patrol.

I saw the minis go off, and started to follow Faith. Making sure she was really by herself, I made myself more obvious, although I had the feeling that she might have caught on to me a bit earlier. I smiled to myself, maybe a bit of fun will not be so bad an idea.

When we reached another grave yard, I picked up a hand full of pebbles. This was one of the games we used to play to test the minis' reflexes, but I'm quite sure that I'm faster than the minis. Grinning to myself I threw the first pebble followed quickly by three more. She ducked and evaded like a pro, so I stepped up a notch. After throwing another two, I watched for the hints of her movement, and threw in the direction she was most likely to move to. Few throws later I realised that she must have caught some pebbles, as I felt them coming toward me. I evaded them just fine. As I dodged Faith's attacks, I started to look forward to the confrontation. It has been far too long since I had let loose, this may be a perfect opportunity.

Grinning like a madman, I move in for the confrontation. Using a scarf to hide my face, I went for contact.

She evaded my kick, ducked and tried to kick my ankle, I jumped to avoid it. Hits were exchanged, and we sparred on an even footing. As time went on I noticed her attacks becoming more vicious and precise; I decided to end it before it got out of hand and attracted attention.

She aimed for my stomach; I quickly caught her wrist, twisted and threw her over my shoulder, with a lot more force, so that she might actually stay down. As quickly as the fight started, it ended with me sitting on top of her, grinning through my scarf.

She stayed down to catch her breath then pasted her usual smirk on before saying "So B, it's not like I don't enjoy this position, but if you wanted to get frisky, we should at least take it in doors." She still had the same expression on but gave me a suggestive glance.

"Eww, seriously Faith, I'm not batting for the same team here!" I totally did not need that image in my head, as I jumped off her acting disturbed by her display. I helped her up, and then gave her a hug.

We walked through the graveyard in silence until Faith's curiosity got the better of her.

"So B, it's not like this isn't nice and all, but I have a feeling this isn't a social visit. Since you should be 'travelling'." Ahh good old Faith, getting straight to the point. I gave her a smirk, but this conversation needs to be done elsewhere.

"You have some where that I can crash, maybe with a bottle or two of something?" She gave me a questioning look, but didn't ask anymore.

"Ya, I have a place. It's not much, but Red warded it, so the minis and others won't be able to find me. Just need to give the house a heads up, before they do something stupid." As she answered, she started to take out her cell. I checked the time, her hour was nearly up.

As we walked on the street, I can hear her arguing with someone, most probably Woods. They broke up after a year together, ended up on decent terms. Life happened, plus he wanted someone who he can help and protect, Faith needed the help, but he went overboard when it came to protecting. It irritated the hell out of Faith, but she stayed, and the experience had been good for her. He was a decent man, who treated her right, and she needed someone to show her that not all men are assholes.

I sniggered at her when I heard her scream at the phone that she wants a fucking break. Telling whoever that she will be back in a few days, and then she cut the phone.

"Yo B we need to bail! They are probably going to send out minis to look for me, so we need to go!" Faith shouted as she started on a run.

"How far is it?" I asked as I started to follow.

"On the out skirt of town, so we need to go fast." She responded as we turned a corner.

"Then this way," I turned another corner and went into a dingy ally, it was a short cut. We should come out by the station… Voila!

"Bingo! Come on, my car is this way!" I said as I headed to the parked car by the diner.

"Who the hell let you drive? No scratch that who the hell gave you a license!" Faith screamed as the revelation hit her.

"Hey! I'm not that bad! And I'm in one piece ain't I? I drove from California, and I'm fine!" I was probably pouting. Oh come on, I'm not that bad! I got a lot better since Sunnydale.

"Ya, ya, anyways, I'm driving. No arguing, I know the place better, and we need to get there stat!" Giving me a smirk. I pouted, as I tossed her my keys.

We got to the place within ten minutes, and I think I saw some minis milling around as we drove, but I don't think they are expecting Faith to be in a car or with someone else. Faith always preferred her bikes.

The place was a nice loft apartment, nothing too big, but had its own garage and a small Garden at the back. It suited her. I looked the place over again, and asked her to get pizza. She grumbled something about a twenty-four hours pizza place. While she got the pizza I went to raid her booze stash, not seeing any wine, I went for the Vodka. It was going to be a long night, and the hard stuff will help to ease my nerves. I was not looking forward to this conversation.

By the time Faith got back, I had already downed a shot and was pouring myself a double with some lime mix I found. She look to the alcohol and then back at me, raised an eyebrow, and started to frown.

"B…" Faith started, but I cut her off.

"I'll explain, really, I just need to eat something, been driving for the past two days. Plus I'm not drinking alone, your joining me." I smirked as I handed her a glass.

Putting the pizzas down, she took the drink.

We ate as Faith filled me up on the happenings of the Cleveland Hellmouth, they seems to be doing well, I'm glad.

Leaving the rest of the pizzas for later, I sat down on a long couch; Faith got the Vodka from the kitchen and set it down on the table in front of us. She gave me a look that said talk.

"Faith, would you tell me about your past?" I asked. Yes, it was abrupt, tactless, but how else am I going to ask what I want to know without knowing Faith's past, plus I was curious.

Argh, I have managed to stung Faith; I don't think that's what she expected me to say. Pulling my legs to my chest, I groaned into them. This was not how I saw it happening; actually I didn't know how it would come about, but maybe better than this, with a bit more delicacy? My musing was cut short as Faith started to talk.

"I grew up with a stripper for a parent, and stripping wasn't the only thing she did either. She was in the porn industry for awhile, life then was better, even good. There was always food on the table, and the men she brought home weren't too bad. I guess she still had options then. Things changed when one of the guys got her into snorting stuff, and the next thing I knew, I was pulling needles out of her arms when she was too far gone to do it herself. Things got worse from there, the porn industry didn't need someone strung out and can't perform. So food became a luxury, we started to move from place to place. Then the men came, and they weren't like the ones from before. These never stay for more than a few hours; you can guess what she did." At this she gave a half smile, took a gulp of her drink and carried on.

"By the time I was ten, I had lost track of the men that went in and out of the places we stayed. I got roughed up now and then, but nothing too permanent, most of them just ignored me. I learned to never stay when she was busy. I started to roam the streets, got my share of the world of drugs, gangs and violence. I taught myself how to punch, hit and kick, to survive; because if I wanted to eat I needed to get my own money…" Faith's expression never changed as the story went on. I found myself, feeling angry for her lost childhood, and guilt for how we treated her during the early days of Sunnydale.

"Things got better when I turned eleven, one of the guys took a shine to her and we moved in with him. Mike was a biker, with one of the local biker gangs. He was nice and funny, he took care of us. She started to shoot less, life was looking up. Unfortunately it was only a break, things were heating up with the local gangs, and things blew up a few months before I turned twelve. Mike died in one of the shoot outs, and we were once again left in the open. She took a dive after that. Somehow, she got herself a pimp, and things just went bad. I had nowhere to go, so for a few months I ended up living in a brothel. That ended when one of the men saw me and wanted a piece, she was still sober enough to defend me the first time, but the pimp just saw me as fresh meat, so he drugged her up real good. I guess I had some luck left, because one of the girls warned me of what they had in mind and I left. I tried to get her out, but she refused, told me that I can get her more money. If I stayed they promised her a cut from what I earned. I saw red, knocked her out and ran as far as I can. For a few months I lived on the streets and did whatever I could to survive. But I was a kid, there isn't anything legal for me to do, so I started with the makeup and the tight clothes. Discovered that I had an effect on men..." At this she gave me a look. She was trying to figure out if I can handle what she's going to say. I decided to take initiative, took the vodka from the table and topped up her drink. She took it as a sign to go on.

"I was thirteen when I slept with my first guy, he was rough and a grant, but I didn't know any better, plus he was a biker. I thought they were all decent. He turned out to be a real piece of work; I stayed with him for only two months before I bailed. There were only so many hits I can take." She took a sip then. "But the two months was enough for me to get know some of the people, and they took me in when I left him. Turns out they had a suspicion of how young I was, but it wasn't their business, so they kept it to themselves. There were other men that came and went, but for the first time I felt I belonged somewhere. The bikers were a decent bunch and we women normally didn't interfere with business. I wasn't anyone's old lady or even family. But they took me in, taught me their world and protected me. I was happy with that life, and probably would have been content with it if Diana didn't come into my life… I'm getting ahead." Taking a gulp of the vodka Faith started to tell me the worst part of her life.

"There is shit in the gang wars that I won't wish on anyone. The President of the biker gang – Jack, took a liking to me, not in the sexual way but rather he said that I reminded him of his dead daughter, I was happy. I had a father for the first time in my life. A few weeks after I turned Fourteen there were new players in the area, and they wanted to make a statement. They raided the club while the men were on their weapon run. Shot all the men that was there and took us women…" She downed the drink then. I didn't know if I should top it up or wait, but the decision was taken from me when she took the bottle and downed a heavy dose of it.

"I was given to the head honcho to 'play with'; they knew what I was to the bikers. It was only the one guy, but the two days I was there. It was hell. They filmed me and sent a copy to Jack. The second night I was there, they decided that obviously Jack didn't get a big enough shock. They were planning a gang bang, I was terrified, and I felt helpless tied down. It was the night I was called. The voice asked me if I was ready to be strong; all I wanted was to get out. When I realised I suddenly had super strength, they were in the process setting the camera up. I waited till all of them were on the bed, before I sprung myself on them. Jack burst through the door not long after the last guy hit the floor. He looked murderous; that gang didn't survive the night. No one was spared, I wasn't the only one they raped; there were wives and girlfriends. Everyone wanted revenge. They burned the warehouse, along with the bodies. I was a mess after that. I went from man to man, I didn't know what I was looking for, and I didn't find it either." She took another drink.

"Diana appeared one night, told me what my new strength was, and about my 'destiny'. I thought she was crazy, but she was offering me a better life, a chance to get out of it all. Jack actually convinced me to go. He said that what happened cannot be guaranteed not to happen again, they didn't have a chance or a choice. But I did, so he told me to haul my ass and leave. I did, and the rest as you say is history." Coming to an end, she downed the rest of the bottle, and went in search of more.

I haven't moved since she started to drink out of the bottle. I didn't know what to think, or what to say. I hated myself for making Faith live through that again. I hated myself for brining this up, but looking at her, as she moved through her apartment, it suddenly occurred to me that she probably has never talked about this to anyone. She never once called her mother 'mom'.

"Faith… I'm," I didn't know what to say, but I was cut off by Faith.

"Don't," she didn't turn around, she carried on looking through the bottles of alcohol, "I don't need to hear 'I'm sorry', there was nothing to be sorry about. You didn't do any of that stuff. I chose that life." At that she pulled out a bottle of Tequila, opened if and proceeded to take a swig. She then turned to me and gave a me a look. I quickly downed my vodka, and she topped up my glass. Mixing the drinks is so not going to go well for tomorrow. I took a sip of it and grimaced.

"So, what brought this on?" Faith asked as she lit a cigarette. I haven't seen her smoke in a long while; I felt bad for bring everything to the surface.

I pondered what I should tell her. I can't really just go hey Faith guess what, I'm good friends with the girlfriend of a biker gang's VP, and while at it one of the wives is also a friend and she is teaching me how to cook, and there is new people in town and they gang raped the president's wife to send out a message, but she kept quiet. But know I have unofficially been tasked with helping them. Argh… not gonna go down very well with Faith.

So instead I decided to ask a few more questions.

"By the way, what was the biker club you were at called?" I was curious, because they sounded decent-ish for a biker gang.

"Son's of Anarchy, Boston …" Faith didn't get to finish, because I reacted without thinking and swore.

"Shit!" I regretted saying that as soon as it was out of my mouth. Faith zeroed in on that and her eyes narrowed. Oh crap, this is not how I was hoping this would go, if anything I was hoping to get some insight into the biker club scenes and just get a general idea of their dealings and such.

"B." Faith started while looking at me with an unreadable expression, I felt like a little girl caught doing something wrong.

"Please tell me you did not get yourself mixed up with bikers." She said as her expression deadpanned.

"Erm, I did not get myself mixed up with bikers." I replied, but I wasn't looking at her in the eyes, I took another sip of the tequila, and pretended that nothing happened.

"Shit! Fuck! B! We have enough to deal with, without involving ourselves with human problems!" Faith started to yell at me, and I couldn't help but cringe a bit. She was right, and I knew it, but I can't sit back and not do anything to at least ease Tara and Donna's load. Even if it meant that I might get involved, but they just need somewhere to off load, nothing more.

"I didn't get myself mixed with bikers!" I retorted.

"I'm just friends with their girl friend and wife…" Oh that was the wrong thing to say. Because the way she looked at me made me want to hide.

"Shit! Have you not been listening to what I said?" She screamed back, I promptly shut up, it might be better to let her finish yelling, maybe she will calm down…

"They sometimes are the targets rival go for! Especially if you're in bigger cities; multiple gangs and turf issues! Fuck!" Faith swore again and took a big gulp of her drink.

"Not all gangs honour the truce that women and children are a no go zone! And even when those are honoured, some will still fight over women and shit!" Faith had started to pace while taking out another ciggie.

"I'm not involved, in the sense you are thinking of… No Faith let me finish." I started to talk, but Faith wanted to cut me off, however I needed to get this through to her. Danmit!

"The town I'm in is small, it reminded me of Sunnydale. I became friends with the one woman who turned out to be the wife of a member of the local biker club. When we first met I didn't know who she was. She was nice and showed me to my place, we became friends after that. She is also teaching me to cook, her name is Donna." I looked to Faith; saw that she was listening with a neutral expression, so I carried on.

"I met Tara, my first day on my new job. She was nice and helpful. I was new so I was being sociable. They are not the only friends I made, but I only found out about their connection to the club later, and they are nice. I'm not going to just not be friends with them because of their associations." By now I have stared back at her, hey I didn't do anything wrong. Faith gave me a pointed look, let out a sigh, and dropped herself on the couch. It's impressive that she managed to keep her drink from spilling.

"You know, we call Xan-man the demon magnet, maybe we should call you the trouble magnet. Out of everyone that you could have asked for directions from, it had to be someone married to a member. Trouble just seems to follow you everywhere huh?" By the time Faith have stopped talking, she seemed to have resigned to the fact that I am already in some mess.

"Look, I'm not in trouble. I just got informed about their lives last week. I guess I needed someone to talk to about it. I remembered you mentioning about past involvement with gangs and biker club. So I just thought you would have been the best person to talk to…" As I trailed off Faith looked relieved.

We sat in silence, each lost in our thoughts, digesting what we found out. Slowly the bottle was finished between the two of us. I really must thank my Slayer abilities; it really takes a lot to get me drunk, when it's not spiked.

"Did you ever go back to Boston to check on them?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Ya, I did." Faith responded with a small smile on her face.

"Jack's still the same; solid as ever. But it had been nearly ten years before I saw them again, some have left, other have died, but there is still part of the old group there. Some of the women that I was close to are still around." Taking a drag of the smoke, she carried on.

"Still the same club, they have a good reputation in that area, and they don't do drugs, which is a plus I guess. Guns and Porn are mostly what they do now. Anyways, I didn't go meet everyone, I drove up to his house in the middle of the night and knocked." At this Faith gave out a laugh.

"He opened alright! With a gun pointed to my head. I should have expected it; I think I surprised him more than I thought. He called me his little girl," Faith smiled as she was lost in the memory, "He had a girl then, but she didn't pry. We sat in his kitchen drinking scotch and just chatting. I didn't want to cause a scene, so I left before most people were up. I give him a ring now and then, to keep in touch. But I don't want him in this weird shit and he doesn't want me in their shit. So I haven't seen him since that first visit." Taking another bottle, she didn't bother to check what it is; I don't think she cared either.

I down my glass and held it out to her to get whatever she was pouring.

"So, this has been a nice talk and all, but the last thing I expected when I saw you was to tell you about my life. So how about you spill B?" Faith said as she made herself comfortable on the couch again.

Taking a sip I grimaced, argh whisky, yuck so not my thing. Oh hell, it's something.

I knew Faith was done. She won't be talking for awhile, she actually shared more than I expected, but I have noticed that after telling me about her childhood, she seemed to relax considerably. She has had it bottled up for so long that she thought it no longer bothered her, but now she looked as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders. It's a lot of shit to keep to yourself for so long. My mind going back to Gemma, I will need to get her to talk it out.

Taking one more gulp of the whisky I proceeded to tell her what I have been doing for the last year, my internship, my move to Charming. The people there, what I heard through the rumour mill, from Tara. But I omitted what happened to Gemma. Partly because it was not my story to share, mostly though I was afraid of what Faith might do if she knew something like that happened. No I'm not going to think on it. Faith didn't need the extra stress, plus I had enough people worrying about me.

It was nice to tell someone about Charming. I smiled as I went through the mundane things in Charming, and Faith told me stories about things in Cleveland. The rest of the night blurred, as we finished another bottle. Ya, my head is not going to like me when I wake up, but I could care less. It's had been a long week.

I had this chap done only two days after 9. But to be fair, I had part of this written already.

Its one of the things I do, I sometimes have an urge to write a scene or chapter, and then that needs to be done first before I can carry on. So I have over ten thousand written already, most of it is two chapter which I'm not sure when it will be posted.

Anyways, the next chapter we will be back in Charming and B will be mixing herself further into the whole gang thing without knowing it.
Hint? I'm adding a love interest into her life ;p

Thanks to my beta TexanFicWriter

Till next time!

Please review! It gives me motivation to post more :D