Summary: You definitely want her to be on your side during a zombie apocalypse. Just don't tease her about the name and how she looks nothing like Eliza Dushku; Faith's got one nasty punch.
"Bad idea, Master!" pled the sorcerer's minion, only to be imperiously ignored.
A maniacal grin on his face, this evil mage finished casting the spell against his New Council enemies which would have them fall to his army of zombies ready to break through the Cleveland campus defenses and devour everyone there celebrating Halloween tonight. The spell was a variant of the legendary Ethan Rayne's Sunnydale chaos enchantment which had changed peoples' costumes into their actual characters.
It was true the Red Witch known more familiarly to her friends as Willow Rosenberg had long ago set up protective wards over the whole campus to prevent this from happening again. Furthermore, the Slayers and Watchers enjoying the party were all dressed this evening as an assortment of solely human historical and literary heroes and heroines, just in case. ("The first guy showing up as Edward Cullen gets an immediate transfer to Nome, Alaska, for life, understand?" snarled Xander when he laid down the law regarding costume choices.)
However, there was an overlooked loophole in both precautions that an irate sorcerer seeking revenge for numerous wicked schemes foiled by the New Council eagerly seized upon after learning this. The spell now sent by a cackling villain would indeed cause the partygoers' attire to alter their wearers into these characters - but they'd also be much younger. Around puberty, say. Which in turn would reduce someone enormously powerful like Harry Potter or Hermione Granger into having as much diminished magical strength as they did during their first year at Hogwarts.
Guess who an amused Willow decided to go as tonight with an entirely different hairstyle and Gryffindor robes, along with Kennedy wearing a blonde wig and radish earrings?
Sensing how the wards had just disappeared from existence like a popped soap bubble, the sorcerer gleefully waved forward his zombie army. This decaying crowd obediently lurched onwards, heading right at the campus building holding at this moment several dozen very confused adolescents, most of whom hadn't yet grown into their abilities and skills.
Most.
Faith blinked at how the decapitated head and the corpse spraying blood from its slashed neck fell apart onto the main lawn, directly in front of this Slayer. Recovering from the full swing of the composite pick/adze she'd apparently just used, Faith held her weapon ready, turning around to see what the fuck was going on.
From the numerous decomposed bodies also lying scattered throughout in pieces, Faith had been extremely busy the last couple of minutes or so. Even if she couldn't remember any of it. Everyone else at the party was gathered outside the hall where they'd been having fun, all of 'em staring in shock. Red, with her Slayer sweetie now watchfully at the witch's side, was frantically waving her hands. Faith felt a tingle rush through her body, a clear sign some mojo done by Red was working-
Shit. Faith hadn't been around for that Sunnyhell Halloween, but the stories she'd heard from the other Scoobies pretty much described what'd just gone down. Their costumes had come to life, along with the characters wearing 'em…
Trailing off in her thoughts, Faith glanced at the front of crimson-spattered camouflage bunker gear she currently wore, with the Marine helmet on the young woman's head also following this movement. Soon, a very wicked smile blossomed on Faith's lips. She eventually chuckled out loud, "Hey, kid, looks like you got a chance to come out an' play, right? Gotta say, you would've made one helluva Slayer if you're this much a badass in those John Ringo books 'bout a zombie apocalypse! Even if we share the same first name just 'cause your dad's a history freak and called you after a damn WWII plane, I'm sure fuckin' glad I went as an older you, Faith Smith!"
Flamboyantly placing onto her shoulder the shaft of the Halligan tool she'd been carrying as an accessory all night, Faith Lehane then swaggered over to her friends, kicking aside the occasional zombie remains on the way. Since all the hard part had been done by none other than Faith (however you wanted to argue it), they could damn well do the rest of the clean-up. As for her, a coupla beers sounded good.
Even if she'd been thirteen-almost-fourteen a short while ago, killin' zombies was thirsty work.
Author's Note: This one's because apparently nobody else yet has written a story pairing these two Faiths. As given in John Ringo's Black Tide Rising series of action novels, Faith Smith was just about to start high school until the world collapses due to a man-made plague which turns people insane, just like the movie '28 Days Later.' Her family survives on a sailboat in the Atlantic, until Dad decides civilization needs to begin again. Steven Smith, who majored in history at college, named his youngest daughter after one of the three Gloster Gladiator biplane fighters on Malta dubbed in turn Faith, Hope, and Charity.
There's a very funny bit in one of the books when Steve's asked if this young lady is called that due to a certain television series, only for him to admit he never saw the show until after his own Faith was born. Obviously in the Buffyverse, this book didn't have that scene, but our favorite brunette Slayer would still admire such a prime ass-kicker whatever her age who knows full well the importance of chainsaws during a zombie conflict.