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Faith taps her pen against the notebook a few times before bringing the cap to her mouth and chewing in concentration. The past week had been spent doing the same thing; trying to find her skills. Unfortunately for her the answer was always the same. A blank piece of paper. It was really starting to annoy her; she had to be good at something, right?
"What are you doing?" Cordelia asks coming into the kitchen. Faith barely glances up.
"Nothin'." She mutters. Cordelia raises an eyebrow.
"Uh huh." She says. She sits across from Faith, crossing her arms on the island. "Nothing has you sitting here every day looking like you're trying to find Atlantis, then?" she asks. Faith rolls her eyes, looking up at Cordelia finally and stopping short. She doesn't mean too, but her eyes linger on the exposed cleavage a little longer than necessary before finally meeting Cordelia's eyes. She's happy to see that Cordelia really isn't paying her any attention.
"Why do you want to know?" she asks. Cordelia spares her a bored look.
"Maybe I can help." She says waving a hand.
"Why would you want too?" Faith asks confused. Cordelia shrugs.
"I'm tired of you brooding around. If I wanted to see someone brood, I would happily go back to working for Angel." She says pointedly. Faith looks at her for a few long minutes before sighing a little.
"I'm trying to figure out my skills." She mumbles. Cordelia raises an amused eyebrow but doesn't tease her.
"Well, let's start somewhere simple; what do you like doing?" she asks instead. Faiths shrugs,
"Slaying, fucking, eating, slaying." She ticks off. Cordelia glares a little. "Um, cooking is fun I guess." She adds sheepishly. Cordelia waves a hand.
"Well, write those down." She says. Faith gives her a funny look but listens. "Anything else?" she asks. Faith thinks.
"Art is pretty cool." She says ducking her head. Cordelia nods, motioning to the notebook again. "That's about it." she says. Cordelia blows out a breath.
"Well are you good at anything, besides slaying?" she asks. Faith nods.
"Well yeah, I only like cooking cos I'm pretty good at it." she says in a 'duh' tone. "And I can scribble and it usually looks like a picture so I guess I'm decent at art?" she offers. Cordelia thinks for a moment.
"Well there you have it." she says standing. Faith frowns.
"There I have what? Cor, I can't do any of those things without a diploma and training! Well, can't really train to be a slayer anyway so that doesn't matter." She mutters the last part. Cordelia smiles at her a little.
"Looks like you have a starting point then." She says and leaves the kitchen. Faith watches after her, frowning in confusion before looking back down at her list.
"Whatcha doing?" Andrew asks brightly looking over Faith's shoulder.
"Planning where to hide your body." She mutters not looking up. Andrew smiles in understanding.
"Oh, dear sweet Rogue, you seem a little testy." He tsks. She glares at him but goes back to the packet in front of her and runs a hand down her face.
"Where's Amanda?" she asks. He sits in a chair across from her and watches her.
"Cordelia grabbed her on our way up here and whisked her away on a no doubt fabulous shopping trip." He says wistfully.
"Why didn't they take you?" she questions next. He smiles wryly.
"Would you have taken me?" he asks. She pauses,
"Good point." She says. She looks at the packet and finally back at him. "Can I talk to you about somethin' and it stays between us?" she asks nervously. He nods, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Just call me Dr. Andrew and your secrets shall remain between us." He says waving a hand. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose; what made her think this would be a good idea again?
Angel flips through the case file in front of him then back up at Wesley.
"Where'd you find this?" he asks quietly. Wesley shifts and looks away.
"I was her watcher, I've had it I had just misplaced it." he says. He finally meets Angel's eyes and the two share a look of understanding; they would leave it at that. He reads over a few lines and runs a hand down his face.
"Do you trust this?" he asks. Wesley pauses,
"Honestly, I'm not sure. I was planning on checking into things myself." He admits openly. Angel shakes his head,
"No, don't worry about it. She's doing fine right now; if she needs him she'll find him." He says. Wesley nods and leaves Angel's office, silently debating on if he should leave it alone or not.
"…gonna be hard." Faith groans to herself. Andrew smiles in sympathy.
"But don't you think it'll be worth it?" he asks. She shrugs a shoulder. "I think it will, in the long run." He says clapping a hand together. "But on another but somewhat related note, could you teach me a few moves? Maybe a way to disarm my opponent with my pinky?" he asks hopefully. Faith gives him a look that makes him shrink away. "Or maybe some basic defensive moves?" he squeaks. Faith rolls her eyes.
"Are you ever afraid of Faith?" Amanda asks as they stroll through the mall. Cordelia scoffs.
"I was never really afraid of her, I just didn't like her." she says openly.
"You hated her?" Amanda asks pulling a face. Cordelia thinks it over,
"She was never my favorite person, no." she says slowly. "In the beginning, I didn't have a reason to hate her, I just didn't really like or respect her." she says, her face thoughtful. Amanda nods, accepting this answer.
"And now?" she asks. Cordelia's eyebrow furrows.
"Now, I don't really mind her." she says. "She's actually not that bad." She admits almost pained. Amanda grins to herself; life was looking great.