A/N: New chapter, kinda short for now but will be adding more in the next few days. enjoy :)

After cleaning herself up Hope returned to the basement to find the others gathering at the home made training area.

'You know you might wanna think about a bigger… everything.'' She said studying the small area.

'We're working on it.' Buffy replied in agreement.

'Just saying, hundreds of slayers… things are gonna get pretty cosy down here.' Hope added.

'Maybe we can have like a danger room. That would be so cool.' Came Andrew's excited voice from the corner, earning him an eye roll from multiple slayers.

'Actually we did kinda have something like that…' Hope informed him.

'That's so cool! I'm gonna phone Mr Giles…' he said hardly containing his excitement.

'Seriously...' Kennedy sighed,

'Nah… but that ought to keep him out of your hair for a while.' She said with a smirk.

'So that thing with the blindfold was cool.' Kennedy spoke as she approached the group.

'Yeah that would've come in real handy… before the demon stole my sight.' Faith mumbled to herself.

'The demon's dead, you have your sight back, quit complaining…' Hope said throwing the makeshift blindfold towards the rogue slayer.

'Just saying, a heads up would have been nice.' She threw the blindfold back.

'Are we still talking about the demon, or that other thing?' She teased.

'On the mat, future girl.' Faith said giving the girl a small shove.

' 'You getting tired.' The future slayer asked after an hour of trading repetitive blows with the older slayer.

'Just bored...' Faith said, clearly not in the mood to hug it out and share.

'You're holding back.'' she said as the two circled each other.

'Maybe a little.' The future slayer shrugged.

'Don't.' was the only warning the older slayer gave before charging forward.

'So we're really gonna ignore what happened?' Hope said as the two wrestled each other to the ground.

'You can't just let it go can you.' Faith said through gritted teeth as she pinned the future slayer to the mat below.

'What would be the fun in…' she didn't finish as a sickening crack filled the basement.

'Hope?' the sound of multiple concerned voices called from above her.

She was aware of every movement that followed after, the weight of Faiths body being removed from hers, her newly released arm falling limply to her side, being moved onto her back. The concerned faces of her fellow slayers danced across her vision, fragments of the conversation going on above her. She tried in vain to respond. The intense pain that ripped through her shoulder left her immobile.

'Hope?' 'What did you do?' 'Can you hear us?' The voices swam around her.

'I'm fine.' She grunted.

'You're not fine, it's dislocated.' She heard as Buffy's face came into view.

She reached out with her good hand as the older slayer reached for her shoulder.

'D…don't' she managed through gritted teeth.

'You're gonna be okay, but it needs to be set…' Buffy spoke, trying to sooth the injured slayer.

'No…' Hope tried to push herself up and away from their reach.

'Kennedy go and get some ice.' She heard Faith whisper.

'Hope we need to…' Buffy paused when she saw the future slayer pull at the collar of her shirt.

Tugging at the material the future slayer allowed them a quick glimpse of the jagged scar that marked the area of her chest.

'Okay. We'll make it quick.' Buffy said softly as she pulled her hand away.

'Hold her.' She spoke to faith as the two shifted positions.

Pulling hard on the slayers arm they were rewarded with an audible crack and a faint smile that crossed the future slayers face before her weight sank into the rogue slayers arms.

'Let's not do that again.' She said softly.

'I'm sorry.' Faith said, clearly worried about the younger slayer.

'Old war wound… not your fault.' Hope said as she attempted to sit up.

'Supposed to be tough as nails…' she chuckled bitterly as they help her over to a discarded chair.

'Are you alright?' Kennedy asks as she places the ice pack across her shoulder.

'Good as new.' She responded.

If they wanted an explanation it was clear that Hope wasn't ready to give them one.