Part One: Time Well Served
For Disclaimer and Notes see first chapter.
Part One: Time Well Served
A week later…
I was told that I had a visitor and my heart immediately started fluttering. I was actually getting nervous and excited. I thought that it would be Angel finally coming to see me. I was really looking forward to seeing the guy. I mean, after the initial "hey you came back to me" I was going to chew him out thoroughly for leaving me in this hell-hole for months on end. I almost lost it a few times, but he was the one to keep me going through it. I knew that he would never give up on his fight for redemption. I knew he was the reliable one – the rock I could always have for support.
I walked out to the visiting area and looked around immediately for the vampire that was my savior of sorts. I didn't see him at all. In fact my gaze finally rested on Cordelia of all people. She was wearing minimal makeup, jeans and a tank top. She looked good and like any normal twenty year old until you looked into her eyes – her eyes betrayed all the violence and terror she had been forced to live through. I couldn't hold her gaze so I looked away. I still felt horrible for hitting her and even though I had apologized many times and she had claimed to forgive me I still felt bad – a feeling I definitely wasn't used to. I sat down opposite her at the table. I placed my hands, secured in handcuffs, on top of the table, lacing my fingers together, trying to look as unthreatening as possible.
"Angel hasn't come by recently has he?" Cordelia asked me, and my eyes shot up to lock with hers. She knew? Angel promised me that no one knew about his meeting with me. I debated lying or just going with the truth. Did I really want to start my relationship with Cordelia off with lies again?
"No, he hasn't. It was months ago when he came by last. He mentioned something about having to go to a karaoke bar and sing for a demon; 'Mandy' was the song," I answered honestly. She shook her short hair and frowned.
"Damn it. I thought he would at least keep contact in with you. I mean you know him better than the rest of us will ever hope to know him. You know what he has done and he knows what you have done. I honestly can't say I can do that with him or with you even. Anyhow, I am getting sidetracked from my questions."
"Wouldn't want to do that now would we?" I cattily asked her before my brain could retract the comment and to my amazement she actually laughed.
"Always the hard-ass. I mean it doesn't faze you that you are in shackles and in jail with tons of guards surrounding us. You still have to be you. I thought that perhaps you would be like totally different when you came out of here, but I'm kinda relieved that you haven't lost your edge. You will need that to get by in this city, when you get out."
"Yeah, Faith, the hard-ass." I softly said and looked away from her. She reached across the table and touched my hands gently. I pulled them away quickly and looked back at her in shock.
"He really hasn't come has he?" She asked me again, holding my eyes with hers.
"No, Cordelia I haven't seen him in months. I think that I am going to go insane if I have to be in here much longer without being able to talk to him. He is like my sanity, my Yoda, I think."
"Well I would consider finding another one. He isn't going to be coming around if you haven't seen him in the past months. He is a little crazy right now. He has his sights set on destroying Drusilla, Darla, and Wolfram &Hart," Cordelia said to me. I was shocked.
"Darla is alive? I thought that he staked her back in the days when he first met B!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, well we thought that once you staked a vamp they were dead for good, but W&H cooked up some evil and out came a human Darla. Dru just changed her back to a vampire a few months ago," Cordelia told me.
"Damn I didn't even hear about that at all. Yikes. I think I need to start paying more attention to the talk that goes on in here. So what is Angel Investigations doing about it?" I asked her.
"Well Angel Investigations sans Angel is currently doing nothing about the Darla and Dru problem at the moment. Angel fired us about a month after you last saw him and then disappeared off the radar. And we are missing him sorely. We weren't made to be beaten around like rag dolls. We are human, we bleed, and it sucks." Cordelia said to me angrily.
"I'm sorry he left you too," I told her after a minute or so of silence.
"Yes, I really am," I answered. It was the truth because I was truly sorry for so much besides Angel leaving. I was sorry for everything bad I had ever done and I was sorry about my past experiences with Cordelia and Wes.
"Oh…well that is good. I'm sorry too that he left you in here all alone. It must suck."
"You have no idea."
"I can imagine," Cordelia answered. The guard came over to us and told her that our time was up.
"I'll come back next week Faith, if you want," Cordelia told me after she rose to her feet.
"I'd like that a lot Cordelia," I honestly answered.
"I'll see you then," Cordelia said.
"Bye," I called to her retreating figure. I had no idea that she was going to reenter my life and be my friend, but I was certainly looking forward to it.
Cordelia came back once a week to visit me. Sometimes she would just come and sit, sometimes she would talk about what I wanted, and sometimes she would tell me about the shit she went through. It was a few months after she had originally started coming when I decided that I would ask. She came into the visiting room that day looking horrible. She had bruises covering the entire left side of her face and her left arm immobile in a sling. She eased down in the chair gently and I looked on in wonder.
"So, what demon did you meet up with this time?" I asked her, anticipating the horror story she would share with me.
"Danny. My ex," she admitted softly while not making eye contact with me. Rage boiled inside me. "Calm down Faith – it is ok – believe me. I realized he was bad for me and it helped that Wesley beat the hell out of him."
"Wes? He finally got some stones?" I asked in amazement. She glared at me.
"We've all had to get past our fears Faith. We all do battle now that Angel has abandoned us," Cordelia harshly snapped. I was surprised at her outburst. I quickly averted my eyes to look out the window next to our table. "Look, today isn't my day. I'm gonna go. I just stopped by to make sure that you didn't think that you were getting stood up by me," she told me rising to her feet. I rose with her.
"Cordelia, I'm sorry. I just…I shouldn't have made that crack about Wesley. Please stay," I quietly begged her. I made eye contact allowing her to see that I was truly sorry.
"I'll sit here for awhile with you, ok?" Cordelia finally answered me.
"Cordelia – I know today probably isn't the best time – but I need a huge favor," I honestly told her. She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah?" She asked me while looking at me the whole time. I leaned forward across the table towards her.
"I want out," I whispered to her very softly.
"Why?" She questioned warily. She watched my face the entire time.
"You have told me for the last few months that Angel has had every opportunity to kill Darla and Dru and he hasn't. They have been killing innocent people left and right. You told me yourself. Even if you didn't bother to tell me then I would have found out sooner or later. Things from the streets travel fast in here. We know about the shit that goes down on the streets almost immediately after it happens. I know that they are getting stronger, killing people, and I know that Angel has done nothing about them. You and your team certainly aren't capable of taking down two very powerful vampires that you can't even locate. It is a foolproof plan Cordelia. Get me out and I slay. Simple."
"Why not?" I snapped at her starting to get angry.
"Because I trust you in here, Faith, but I'm not positively sure you are better. I'm not sure that you are ready to be released and turned loose on L.A.'s general public."
"Well then I get counseling out of jail. Twice a week – one private one on one and one group meeting," I told her as my bargaining chip.
"Let me discuss this with Wes and Gunn. I'll get back to you next week."
"Ok," I answered exhaling deeply.
"How do you plan on me getting you out Faith?"
"It won't work. We don't speak."
"She hates me, us, Faith."
"Well you tell her you want me out. If she doesn't agree than tell her that you have information on her from regarding a file from the 32nd. Tell her you want me out and for her to be my probation officer. I know that she will find a way to get me out of this conviction. I know that she knows people. I even know how she can get her job as Detective back if she just helps me get out of here. "
"A file from the 32nd? You want me to blackmail a cop? How did you know that she got transferred to probation?"
"I told you Cordelia. You find out things as soon as they happen on the street in here. I know her superiors thought she was dealing with the freaky cases a little too often and I know that because of her father's reputation they simply transferred her with a month's suspension before that."
"Why do you really want out Faith?" Cordelia asked me, looking me in the eye.
"I've done my time in here. And besides it seems like you have a slight vampire problem you are having trouble dealing with. You want Darla and Dru dead for good? I'm the girl for the job. You want Angel back in Angel Investigations then I'm also the girl. Get me out and I'll make sure everything comes true that I promise."
"I'm just supposed to trust you because you have been in jail getting 'help' for a few months?"
"I have been in here for a fucking year Cordelia. A year. I am going to go insane if I don't get out of here soon. This isn't the place for a Slayer. I may be a little psycho and crazy, but even I don't belong in here. Help me Cordelia. Help me out here, I am asking for your help. I'm asking for you to trust me and to allow me to rebuild that trust that I destroyed years ago. Please Cordelia," I begged her.
"I'll talk to Gunn and Wes and get back to you in a week. Be cool – I'll see you then," she told me, abruptly stood and left me all alone at the table.