Joss owns the Buffyverse, Disney owns the Sky High verse Summary:
Sometimes old secrets need to be revealed in order to move on. A/N:
What can I say - it’s an addicting verse? Half-Secrets
Faith idly played with the fringe on her sweater, watching as the rest of the remaining Scoobies tried to figure out what to do with the overload of teenage girls they’d gotten saddled with over. Four thousand seven hundred and twenty-three over-powered, hormone-driven girls.
That didn’t include the two hundred and nineteen girls who were under the age of twelve. It was a nightmare, and Faith was sure she was going to end up killin’ somebody if they didn’t figure out a plan fast because these girls were driving her nuts.
It had been one of those days, when Giles had finished going through the Watcher’s journals that hadn’t been damaged on open case files. To be honest, Faith wasn’t looking forward to that look he had on his face when he’d called her into his office.
“What’s up, G-man?” Faith asked, purposely using Xander’s nickname for the older watcher.
“As you and the others know, I’ve been trying to find a place for the new slayers to learn how to use their powers safely?”
“What’s it gotta do with me?” Faith frowned, trying to figure out where this was going.
“I - erm, pulled up your file...”
The older man blinked a few times, as if he hadn’t heard her correctly. Faith cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Faith, the safety of the -”
“I’m not askin’ any of them for help, if fact, G, I’m not goin’ anywhere near them.”
“Faith, you spent only one semester there before going back to Boston -”
“And I hated it. We’re not doin’ that to the next generation of slayers, Giles.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that, Miss Peace,” A motherly voice said from behind her. “I had hoped that time and distance would have softened your heart some.”
“Kinda hard to do that when everybody’s callin’ you by the wrong name, and pokin’ fun at your dad,” Faith said tightly, pushing herself out of the chair. She turned to face the dark haired woman. “And I still go by Lehane, Principal Powers.”
“Of course,” the woman smiled. “Have you spoken to your father lately?”
“I’ve been in jail, just like him - but no, I don’t keep in touch,” Faith snapped.
“Mr. Giles was telling me about that,” the woman looked pained, but she smiled softly. “You turned out well.”
“Why is she here, Giles?” Faith snapped, jerking her head back to Giles.
“I well, I invited her here. I was hoping to get the members of the new Council a tour of the grounds, and possibly their help in designing a similar campus for the girls and future watchers.”
“Heroes and sidekicks, just up your alley, ain’t it?” The anger shook her voice as her eyes snapped back to the woman.
“I should be going, Rupert. I’ll call to set up that tour for your Council. It was good seeing you again, Faith,” Principal Powers turned to leave, but paused at the door. “Warren will be starting his junior year. I know both he and Angela would love to hear from you, Faith. Even if you don‘t want to speak to your father, your brother deserves to have his older sister around.”
Faith glared at the desk, her fingers clenching at her sides. She glanced up at a tired looking Giles.
“It’s not a good idea, Giles. That place -”
“Is the only type of reference we’ve got to go on. There are only a few other places and - well, some are rather unsavory and others are hidden from us. They’ve produced quiet a few - “
“Villains as well as heroes, Giles. My old man is living proof of that.”
“And you are not.”
“Yeah, I was a sidekick till I ran away and went home,” Faith said ruefully. “Where my mom died, my step-dad had long since split, I finally got my powers, my watcher found me and got me back in regular school, only to get killed by Kakistos. Only to go to Sunnydale and play sidekick to B. And then I wind up like my old man, behind bars.”
Giles didn’t say anything for a long time, just simply watched her. He handed her a small, brown spotted diary. It looked familiar, and it suddenly hit her as to why it did. It was Jenna’s. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, making it nearly impossible to see.
“This belongs to you. The last pages should interest you the most, I would think.”
Faith flipped it open, seeing a blur of pages written in Jenna Malloy’s neat scrawl. The last page of the diary popped open because of a folded photograph. Beside it was Jenna’s writing. Faith is a contradiction of many things. She acts often with little caution, yet yearns to protect most of the people she comes in contact with. She cares deeply for a family I have not met. Her step-father left, from what I managed to gather, when she was only a few years old, and as for her natural father - Elaine, her mother only had a few things to say on the subject and none of them particularly pleasant. Of course, the woman was quite ill at the time. She did speak fondly of his second wife and son, and all they had done to help Faith. Elaine was fond of a picture of Faith and her half-brother, and insisted it be given to Faith when she passed on. Faith refuses to have anything to do with her father, and Elaine could give me only a few scraps of information - Angela Myste-Peace and the name of a town - Maxville.
Faith opened the picture, her fingers shaking as she did. Two small, dark haired children smiled up at her. The girl was all of seven, and a boy of two smushed together, their eyes shining happily. Words written in her Mama’s handwriting were faded on the back of the photo. Little Faith and Warren, spring of ‘89.
“You still going to tour the place?” Faith asked thickly, her fingers tracing over the image.
“I’m gonna need a ride to Maxville.”