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This story is No. 5 in the series "Family Ties". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Nobody messes with Faith's girl, even though she's known her for a grand total of three days. Written for the 2010 August Fic-A-Day.

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Television > Dark AngelkerrykhatFR1317400102,62818 Aug 1018 Aug 10Yes
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; James Cameron owns "Dark Angel" and related characters; I own nothing.

Faith watched the man below her through narrowed eyes. Perched atop a crumbling building in Seattle, she expertly hid herself in the nighttime shadows so that she could observe her quarry without being detected. Ames White was lucky she was somewhat reformed, or else the bastard would have been good and dead by now. She may have only known Max for a grand total of three days, but nobody messed with her girls--either by blood or the ones she was working with for the Council--without a healthy dose of ass-kicking.

A few roofs over, she could barely make out the forms of Buffy and one of the newer Slayers that they had brought with them. She and B were still hot chicks with superpowers, but even though the spell Willow used to activate all the minis had slowed down their aging some, it didn’t keep them immortal or anything like that. Plus, from what Max and that Alec kid had told her, they were going to need all the help they could get to take this guy out if Plan A didn't cut it.

“So what’s the dealio, White?” she heard Max call out from the end of the alley. They had come up with a plan to capture White the night before, using Max as bait. They had tried to make it seem like Max was leading him on a merry chase, all while getting him to where the Slayers were lying in ambush. It was a lot harder than it sounded. “Why are you so focused on me? Why not some other poor, unfortunate transgenic?”

“I think you already know, 452,” White answered, the sound of him cocking his gun echoing though the confined space. “But it ends now.”

“See, I don’t really think so,” Max answered. Faith watched her for the prearranged sign that would bring some of the Council’s finest down on White’s sorry ass. “I think you’re going to stick around and answer a few questions.”

“Cute, 452, but you’re wrong,” White began, walking closer to Max. Unnoticed to him, she had dropped the piece of cloth that she had been clutching throughout their entire chase.

Recognizing their signal, one of the Slayers set off a rocket that Willow had given them earlier. The sudden noise and bright light caused White to look away from Max for the brief moment she needed to blur closer to him.

“That’s our cue, ladies,” Faith whispered, her voice magically transmitting to the others. She vaulted off the roof and landing gracefully on her feet unnoticed a few yards away, hoping that the shielding Willow had whipped up for them would hold if things went sour. Spying an opening between Max and White’s fight, Faith lunged forward and tackled White from behind. He wasn’t expecting that, and he fell to the ground with a thud. That stunned him long enough for B to snap on the special cuffs Red had made them that bound him. Said that she had some firsthand experience with that particular spell, and that it wouldn’t take much to modify it for White. White struggled for a bit, causing Faith to lean into him a little harder. Red’s magic was solid, though, and whatever superstrength he might’ve had was gone.

“So you found some friends with some nice toys, 452,” White snarled at Max, who crouched down to get a better look at him. “They’re not going to be able to help you in the long run.”

“Did Red give us a magical gag or something to use on him?” Faith asked Buffy, who shook her head. “Shame. I don’t want to carry his sorry ass around, but I also don’t want to hear him spoutin’ off.” She hauled White to his feet. “Come quietly, and I promise you won’t wake up with a bruise for a face.” White studied her for a moment.

“You’re not a transgenic,” he observed quietly. Faith smirked as Buffy made an exaggerated clapping movement.

“Give the boy a prize, Faith,” Buffy said, the two other Slayers that had come with them falling in behind her. “He’s smarter than he looks.” The two other Slayers openly laughed at White’s outraged expression, and Faith’s smirk widened as Max walked over to join her, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, White, I’d like you to meet my mom. You know, the one who just kicked your ass in under ten seconds.”

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