Faith Lehane (![]() ![]() @ 2008-08-05 09:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | faith lehane |
Who: Faith and Angel
What: Faith is making sure Angel doesn't light himself on fire
Where: Angel's crib
When: last night
Warnings: Angel brings out the decent human being in Faith
Faith didn't know what to really think about Angel being back. After all, he wasn't her Angel and wasn't it just a few days ago that she was refusing to talk to anyone because she thought they were all alternate dimension dopplegangers? At least, that was the excuse she was using for ignoring everyone. Then again, things were looking up these days. The business was doing well and Faith had more money than she even knew what to do with. Between her making appointments and running security and Emily doing the paperwork and dealing with the girls on a more personal level, things were running smoothly.
Emily wasn't exactly thrilled that Faith was running off again but she promised that she understood. Faith didn't know if she was relieved at actually being told where she was going this time or if it was because Faith was leaving to help a friend.
There was a little weirdness in there. Faith wasn't sure where things stood with her and Buffy. They'd spent the night together but Faith had backed off right after. She didn't know what it meant and frankly, now that Angel and Spike were back around, she just assumed she was about to be dumped for one of them.
Secretly she was pulling for Angel. Spike didn't do much for her personally. Then again, if Buffy chose Angel, Faith knew that in some ways she would resent him for it. She wondered if he would resent her for her relationship with Buffy.
"Fucking portkey." She found herself muttering as she made her way up to Angel's condo. The place was pretty impressive but would could you expect from the guy who replaced Sean Connery? She didn't bother knocking and instead just let herself in. Unsurprisingly, Angel was sitting near the bar with a book in his hand. The only guy Faith knew who liked to mix his scotch with literature.
"Knock, knock." She said dryly as she took a look around the place and whistled low under her breath. "Look who's a high roller now." She teased him slightly. "You're still way more badass than James Bond."