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After leaving the Scooby meeting I knew that they had already judged her. They, or at least Buffy and Willow, now had it firmly in mind that Faith was some kind of murdering psychopath, which I admit, she might become if we keep pushing her.
Knocking on her door I'm not sure what to expect from her. Worry? Fear? Indifference? She had killed a man, admittedly by accident, so really, who knows how she's feeling?
"What?" She asks, clearly bored and annoyed.
"I just, uh, came by to see how you are, actually." That's me, world class conversationalist, "Can I come in? Just to talk I promise."
"Like you could make something happen if I didn't want it to?" She asks, silently laughing at the thought.
"Yeah, you got a point." Holding my arm out to the side I point to it and continue, "That's pretty much a wet noodle to you isn't it?" Although, in my defence, anything less than Schwarzenegger's like a wet noodle to her.
"Five minutes." She says as she steps to the side.
I quickly walk in before she can change her mind, talking as I do so, "I heard about what happened, and I thought you might need a friend."
"So then, go talk to Buffy. She's the one who killed a guy." She's denying it, that'll make things harder.
"Yeah. I heard that version, and-"
She cuts me off with a very unamused glare before spitting out, "Version?"
"Yeah Faith. Version." Returning her glare, which compared to Angelus and :shudder: Joyce, is actually kind of tame, I continue.
"You see, you may not think so, but I kinda know you Faith."
She snorts in derision.
"Believe it or not, but I understand more about what you've been through then anyone else in this town."
She still looks at me, disbelief and mockery clear in her eyes, but I soldier on.
"You were abused a lot as a kid." I tell her bluntly, "Physically, emotionally, by at least one of your parents, maybe both. You spent your entire life being told that you were a weak, worthless, a waste of space."
The look she's giving me now... I can see she's about to attack in rage, "But then, one day, out of the blue, you were Chosen. For reasons you don't understand, by forces you can't even comprehend. You were blessed. You became the Slayer."
"And suddenly you were strong. There was nobody that could hurt you anymore. You were important, needed, untouchable."
"But more then that," Still watching her warily I notice she's pretty much in shock by how accurate I am, "You got someone who actually gave a damn about you, who cared whether or not you lived or died and actually wanted you to succeed." I admit, I don't know much about her first Watcher, and I'm assuming that she was a lot like Giles.
"But then you learned the lesson that everyone has to learn" I tell her solemnly, she's avoiding my eyes now as I bring up the painful memories of her first Watcher. "You learned that despite your strength, you weren't indestructible. You could still be hurt."
"You lost the person who probably meant more to you then all of us Scoobies put together and you couldn't do anything to stop it."
"Stop it." She whispers, un shed tears shining in her eyes.
"When we heard that you were coming to Sunnydale, Faith? We assumed that you were going to be like Kendra, all about the 'honour' and 'privilege' of being the Slayer, or Buffy, desperately trying to live her life, but I've realized that you're more like me then either of them. Your hiding from your problems by telling yourself they don't exist Faith, and its not healthy."
Before I know it she's grabbed me by the neck and shoved me against the wall so hard it cracks.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW?" She yells at me, tears running down her eyes.
I can't breathe, can't escape, not strong enough to break the iron grip she has on my throat. I activate it, the power I've been hiding for months.
Bony protrusions appear on my shoulders, growing straight through the skin, tearing holes in the fabric of my shirt, and up my throat, forcing her to back off. Staring in shock as the protrusions retract back into my body.
"What the hell are you?" she whispers, "Why didn't I sense anything?"
Hands up in surrender I tell her, "I'm a mutant Faith, nothing demonic at work." Cats out of the bag now, "I can grow these spike things from my body."
"What? Huh?" She's too shocked to talk, I take the advantage to say what I need to.
"Faith my parents are assholes who drank up the abortion money. I have been abused in ways that I would really rather not discuss. And quite frankly, if it weren't for Willow I probably would have gone insane years ago"
She shakes her head, trying to adjust to the information she's been given.
"The last memory I have of the guy who was my brother in every way that counts is his body crumbling into dust with a look of betrayal on his face"
She stares at me again. And I see something in her eyes beside the pain and the fear and the hate. I see recognition. She's finally realized that she's not alone.
For anyone who wants to know, I have given Xander the powers of Evan Daniels from X-men: Evolution or Marrow from the X-men comics
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