Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their respective creators. I'm merely borrowing them to satisfy this nagging plot bunny in my head.
Spoilers/Timeline: Post Bourne Supremacy movie / circa Season 7 of BtVS (after Willow & Faith left the Hyperion)
Author's Note: It's been a while since I updated this fic. I am picking & choosing which "shorts" I wrote I want to post on here. I've written a few chapters for this series of some sort way back in 2007 & 2008 before I stopped writing my Faith the Slayer Adventures. But who knows, my interest in the character might be piqued yet again. ;)
Summary: Faith's conversation with a million dollar assassin with an amnesia...
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WILLOW AND FAITH MADE A STOP at a 24-hour diner off the highway en route to Sunnydale. They just finished helping Angel and company in LA and restored Angel's soul back after it was sucked out of him, and now they were on their way to save Sunnydale to save it from being taken over by the First and its minions. Besides, Faith's stomach started to protest loudly from lack of sustenance and Willow needed a rest and at least a few minutes of sleep before she head back and deal with the Big Bad in Sunnydale.
Faith noticed the lone figure seated at the booth at the back of the diner. She wouldn't have paid attention to him if she hadn't felt his eye son her. She tried to ignore him, but he wasn't the type to be easily ignored; nor was she since he kept on looking at her and Willow's direction.
"That's it," she hissed and got up from the stool at the counter.
"Where are you going?" Willow was surprised by her odd behaviour.
"I'll be back," she told the witch then walked away from the counter. She headed towards the man. she smirked when she saw his shoulders tense as she approached.
Faith didn't bother with formalities and slid into the seat across from the stranger. She held his gaze and waited. She could tell he was a fighter; he had a way of looking at her, assessing his odds against her. Most men would underestimate what Faith was capable of, but this man seated in front of her knew a damsel-in-distress from a seasoned fighter, and a damsel she was not.
"You and your friend heading north?" he asked.
"Yeah," she nodded. "You need a ride?"
He shrugged. "How much will it cost me?"
Faith cocked an eyebrow. "You're gonna pay us?"
"Why not?"
"Either you're fucked in the head or you're in desperate need to get outta town."
"I just need a ride. I don't have a designated place to go," he admitted.
Faith looked at the man for the longest time. He didn't strike her as a serial killer or rapist. He looked troubled, but she doubt whatever was troubling him would cause him to go all Psycho on her and Willow if ever she agreed to give him a piggyback ride to wherever he might want to go along the way to Sunnydale.
"We're going to Sunnydale," she announced.
"Then Sunnydale it is," he answered without skipping a beat.
Boy, he must be really desperate to settle for Sunnydale.
"I'm Faith."
"I'm Jason."
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Adventures of Faith the Slayer
FanfictionA series of crossover one-shots featuring my favourite bad girl slayer, Faith, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer series. I started this one-shot series a couple of years back and has added a few on and off. Let me know what you think of Faith's advent...
