After dropping the books off with Willow, Xander left. 
He didn't want 
to talk, knowing that Willow still felt guilty and not 
knowing how to 
help her when he didn't even know how to help himself. 
He wandered 
over to the park, looking around the picnic area, and 
remembered how 
happy they were that day. He sat down next to the tree 
they'd leaned 
against that day, Graham holding him tightly against 
his chest.

*If only it could be that way everyday.* Xander wished 
it could. That 
he could just forget all the things he'd remembered, 
that he'd never 
remembered them in the first place. But he couldn't. 
It was all he 
could do to keep them from overloading his thoughts 
every minute of 
the day. 

Standing again, he brushed the dirt from his pants and 
walked out of 
the park. As he passed the cemetary, he stopped. 
*Maybe there is 
someone I can talk too. She always helped before.* He 
walked through 
the gates, blindly making his way over to the grave. 
He hadn't been 
there in a long time. Once, he'd gone every day, and 
knew he could 
now find his way to it without fail.

Reaching the grave marker, he dropped down before it, 
tracing his 
fingers over the name of the one woman that treated 
him like a son 
should be treated. "Hey Joyce. I know it's been a 
while, and I'm 
sorry I haven't been to visit. But my life is so 
screwed up right 
now. I don't know what I'm doing, or even who I am 
anymore." 

He stopped, looking around, sure he'd heard a noise. 
But when he saw 
nothing he passed it off as his imagination. "Some 
stuff happened, it 
was a long time ago, but I didn't remember any of it. 
Until 
yesterday. Joyce, I wish you were here, I need one of 
those cups of 
hot chocolate and you there, so I can just talk while 
you listen. I 
didn't even realize how much I missed that until 
today. You were 
always more of a mother to me than my mom." He stopped 
again, wiping 
at the tears on his face.

"This is stupid. You're not here, you can't hear me. 
No one can." He 
stood up, fast, and took off. He half ran, half 
stumbled out of the 
cemetary, not even realizing where he was going. When 
he stopped to 
catch his breath, he saw he'd made it to the docks. He 
was certain he 
didn't want to be there, especially since it wasn't 
long until 
sundown. So he backtracked, making his way home.

Digging his keys out of his pocket, he was about to 
unlock the door 
when he realized it wasn't shut properly. He chuckled, 
remembering 
all the times he'd told Graham about the door not 
catching. He 
entered the apartment, and heard the noise from the 
kitchen.

"Graham? Are you cooking? Ya know, we got all those 
letters from the 
neighbors last time." 

Walking around the corner leading into the kitchen, 
Xander jumped, 
startled, as a blonde head poked out of the door. 
"Nope, just me, 
mate. But you can pretend if ya want."

"Spike? What the hell are you doing here? How did you 
even get in? 
You know what? Nevermind, I don't want to know. Just 
leave. Please?"

"Please? When have you ever had manners?"

"Spike, I'm really not up to this now. I just want to 
take a hot bath 
and go to bed. Preferably with Graham, but he's not 
here right now. 
So, if you don't mind..." Xander's voice trailed off 
as he pointed to 
the door.

"Now, that's no way to treat the person that just made 
you extra 
chocolatey hot chocolate." Spike held up a large, 
steaming coffee 
mug, filled with cocoa and marshmellows.

"Why are you making me hot chocolate?" But, wary or 
not, Xander 
reached up to take the cup from the vampire. Sniffing 
it, he figured 
Spike wouldn't poison him in a way that Buffy could 
trace back to 
him. 

"I was in me crypt when you were talkin to the lady. 
Heard what you 
said. Thought maybe you could use an ear." Spike's 
voice was low, 
mummling, as he said these words. "I know I'm not 
Joyce, but...I 
figured you could use someone to talk to that won't be 
all mushy and 
wanting to make it better all the time."

"Spike, I'm really not feeling up to playing one of 
your games. I...."

"It's not a game, Xander. If you don't wanna talk, 
just say so. But I 
got the impression that you needed someone, and that 
you couldn't 
talk to your man." Spike stopped, looking Xander in 
the eye. "You can 
talk to me, I won't say a word, just sit here and 
listen. And I'll be 
gone when Graham gets here. I promise."

"Fine Spike, just...can we go in the living room? I 
don't really feel 
safe around you and knives." Xander smiled to soften 
the words and, 
taking his mug of cocoa, moved into the living room 
area.

They sat, Xander curled on the sofa and Spike perched 
on the chair 
opposite, and Xander talked. He told Spike everything 
he could 
remember, from the first time his father touched him 
all the way up 
to the last time, when Buffy and Willow had come in 
and found his 
father beating him. The talking helped, a lot more 
than he thought it 
would. But now he felt even more ashamed. He'd just 
told Spike more 
than he could share with Graham. How could he? How 
could he tell 
these things to a demon he hated, when he couldn't 
even tell the man 
he loved?

He waited until Spike had gone back into the kitchen, 
refilling his 
mug again. Then he stood, folding the soft blanket 
he'd covered his 
legs with, and laid it back on the end of the sofa. 
"Spike...." He'd 
been about to suggest the vampire leave, but he looked 
up, seeing no 
blame, no laughter in his eyes. "thanks for 
um..listening, and 
everything. It did help, a lot. But, um...Graham's 
gonna be home 
soon, and..."

"Right. I'll just be going then. And Xander? You're 
welcome." With a 
last sad smile, Spike left. 

Xander sat back on the couch, dropping his head in his 
hands. He was 
still sitting there when Graham came in. 

"Hey, Baby. You feeling okay?"

"Yeah, it's just a headache." Xander smiled up at 
Graham, the reached 
up and grabbed his hand, pulling him down onto the 
sofa.

Graham laughed, cuddling up with his boyfriend. "So, 
you really are 
feeling better, huh?"

"Yeah, I've been doing some thinking, and I made a 
decision, too."

"Really? What's that?"

"I don't want to forget it. I want to get past it, but 
I don't want 
to forget it. I want to help other people like me."

"We can do that. What were you thinking?" Graham 
tucked Xander's head 
under his chin, gently rubbing his hands along the 
brunette's side.

"I was thinking of looking for someplace, maybe the 
college or high 
school, and spending some time with some of the kids. 
You know, the 
ones that are going through some of the same stuff."

"That'd be great. In fact, I may know the perfect 
place. A friend of 
mine from school has a half way house set up for 
runaway kids. I can 
call him, get you set up for some meetings they have 
with the kids." 
Graham uncurled his legs, reaching for the phone. 
Xander had other 
ideas.

"Where you going?"

"To call Charles, about the half way house." Graham 
gave Xander a 
half confused, half amused look. 

"Tomorrow, m'comfy now." And Xander reached out, 
pulling Graham back 
down to snuggle on the couch.

*****

*Three Days Later*

"Lord of Shadows, hold me tight. Wrap me in darkness, 
safe from 
night." Willow whispered the spell quickly, rushing 
through the 
darkened park. She'd just finished the final details 
of the pre-
wedding party and wanted to run them by Xander and 
Graham before 
calling around to place orders. 

Hearing a strange noise off to the side of the path, 
she stopped, her 
hand glowing as she held it up to ward off attack. 
When no attack 
came, she inched closer to the bushes, knowing even as 
she did that 
she should run back and get Buffy. But something about 
the noise was 
familiar. Pushing her way through the brush, Willow 
stopped again, 
smiling.

Graham sat next to the pond, skipping stones across 
the surface. He 
looked so lost, like the weight of the world sat on 
his shoulders and 
it had gotten a little heavier. 

"Graham?" Willow sat down next to him, rubbing a hand 
across his 
shoulders.

"Hey Will. What are you doing out here?"  He looked 
over at her, 
smiling a little, but not able to mask the fact that 
it was forced.

"I was on my way to your apartment, actually. I have 
some stuff to go 
over with you guys about the party. But that can 
wait." Willow sat 
back, resting her weight on her hands. "What's got you 
out here, when 
you have a fiancé at home, waiting for you?"

"He's not at home. He's helping Giles with some 
inventory stuff at 
the shop, and I got tired of sitting at home 
thinking."

"So you're in the park thinking?"

"No. Well, yeah, I guess I am. It's just hard. He 
won't talk to me, 
and I try not to push, but...I love him so much. And 
it kills me to 
see him hurting like this."

"I know, believe me, I know. But Xander's always been 
the type to 
hold it in, he wouldn't want anyone feeling pity for 
him."

Graham looked over at her, startled. "I don't pity 
him. I admire him. 
After everything he's been through, he still has love 
and hope. Not 
everyone would have that."

"I agree. So, why are you here, brooding, instead of 
over there with 
him?"

"I don't know. I just had some thinking to do."

Willow stood, brushing the grass from her skirt, and 
held a hand down 
to him. "Come with me, I wanna show you something."

Graham took her hand, standing, and allowed her to 
pull him out of 
the park. "Willow, where are we going?"

"You'll see, just wait."

Graham followed along behind her, laughing softly as 
she hummed and 
bounced her way down the street. It wasn't long before 
they were 
standing outside the Magic Box.

"Look in there, Graham. Tell me what you see."

Graham looked in the window and saw Giles, book in 
hand, walking back 
and forth across the store. But over to the side, he 
saw Xander, 
sitting at the table, staring off into space. "They're 
doing 
inventory, nothing new here Willow."

"You're not looking close enough. Look at Xander, what 
is he doing?"

"He's sitting there, pretending to do inventory." 
Graham 
laughed. "Again nothing new, Xander always pretends to 
do inventory."

Willow turned Graham, looking into his face. "No, 
Graham. He's 
sitting there, staring off into space, wishing he 
could be with you."

Getting no response from Graham, Willow sighed 
dramatically. "Fine, 
I'll do it." Then she moved over to the door, opening 
it a crack, and 
whistled softly to get Xander's attention. When Xander 
looked over at 
her, she waved her hand, motioning for him to come to 
her.

Xander looked around, checking to see if Giles was 
looking, then 
wandered over to the door. "What is it Willow, we're 
kinda busy here."

"Yeah, real busy." Willow rolled her eyes at him. 
"Come out here, 
someone's waiting for you."

Xander walked out the door, closing it quietly behind 
him. He turned 
and saw Graham standing there. "Graham, what are you 
doing here?"

"I have no clue. Willow dragged me over here."

"Yeah, I interrupted a fascinating brood session. You 
two need to be 
alone, together. Consider me your good fairy, cause 
this is the only 
time I'll ever volunteer to help Giles with inventory. 
Now go away, 
talk, do whatever it is you do together. But don't 
come back around 
until you stop brooding."

*****

The two lovers walked down the street, side by side. 
Xander reached 
out for Graham's hand a couple of times, only to draw 
back before 
touching. They were both nervous, almost as if they 
were just 
starting out together, and weren't sure of each other 
yet.

Graham watched Xander out of the corner of his eye. He 
saw each time 
the brunette reached for him, and was hurt each time 
he stopped 
short. "So...you okay? Do you want to sit?"

"No, I'm fine. How bout you? Are you tired?"

"No. Look, Xander, this is stupid...." Graham started 
out, trying to 
break some of the tension that had grown between them.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I don't mean to make it so 
hard.."

"No, Xan, it's not you. Well, not just you. It's us, 
we're both 
making it hard." Graham reached out, cupping Xander's 
cheek in his 
hand. Leaning forward to press their foreheads 
together, he placed a 
light kiss on the other man's nose. "I love you so 
much. It's killing 
me to see you hurt."

"Do you? Still love me, I mean?" Xander sniffed, 
trying to suppress 
the tears that wanted to come out. He pulled back, 
turning away from 
Graham.

"Of course I do. Xan, where is this coming from?" 
Graham stepped up 
behind the brunette, reaching out to take him into his 
arms, but 
Xander was already moving away.

"I heard you last night. In the bathroom. How can you 
say you love 
me, but you won't touch me?"

"Baby, I touch you all the time. I'd like to touch you 
now, and hold 
you, if you'd just stand still for half a second." 

"Yes, you hold me. When I ask you too. But you don't 
kiss me, you 
don't wrap me up in your arms and just hold me until I 
don't care 
that I can't breathe. We never make love anymore." 
Xander ended by 
turning to face Graham again, tears freely streaming 
down his face. 

"I didn't think you were ready. After everything 
you've gone through, 
and remembering it all, I didn't think you'd want to 
be touched."

"You didn't ask. Hell, you shouldn't have to ask." 
Xander turned away 
again, running his hands through his hair in 
frustration.

"Xander, tell me what to do. How can I make you see 
how much I love 
you?"

"Why don't you know? You used to know. Without asking, 
without 
thinking, you used to know everything."

"Newsflash Xander, I'm not perfect. I'm human, just 
like you. I don't 
know everything. Sometimes I don't think I know 
anything." Graham 
turned, walking back down the street. 

Xander rushed to him. Wrapping his arms around him 
from behind. "I'm 
sorry. Please don't leave me."

Graham pulled Xander's arms away from him, turning to 
face him 
again. "Xander, I'm not going to leave you. Look at 
me." He used his 
finger to lift Xander's face, staring into his eyes. 
"I. Love. You. 
Nothing will change that. And I can't even begin to 
know how to make 
you believe me."

"I do believe you. And I love you too. Just, I want 
you to touch me. 
I want you to do more than love me, I want you to want 
me."

"I do want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted 
anything in my 
life." Graham tightened his arms around Xander, but 
kept their eyes 
lock together. "Now, tell me what you want."

"You, only you. And no more trips to the bathroom, 
young man." Xander 
laughed, releasing some of the tension that had built 
inside him. 
Then he pressed his lips to Graham's, and whispered. 
"Take me home."

Xander stood just inside the back door to Buffy and 
Riley's house and 
surveyed the damage. Willow spun her way in and out 
between tables 
and chairs, flower arrangements piled to one side and 
boxes of dishes 
and tableclothes piled to the other. She whirled 
around, waving her 
arm like a conductor directing an orchestra, pointing 
out where she 
wanted everything placed. She turned, meeting Xander's 
eyes, and ran 
up to him.

"Xander, hi. Um, you should go back inside now. The 
bride isn't 
supposed to see the decorations before they're ready. 
And they're 
not, so you can't see them. Um, what are you doing 
here so early. And 
have you lost weight?" Willow babbled on as she tried 
to pull Xander 
back into the kitchen.

Xander followed, knowing it was useless to argue. 
Although he did 
shrug off her hand at his elbow and roll his eyes at 
her. "Willow, 
would you please stop calling me 'the bride' and it 
isn't bad luck to 
see the decorations. I'm here now, because this is the 
time you said 
to show up with my tux. And no, I haven't lost weight, 
but thank you 
for the compliment."

"I'm sure I read something about brides and 
decorations. Hmm, I'll 
look it up later. Okay, take the tux upstairs and hang 
it in my room, 
you'll need it tomorrow. And did you bring any other 
clothes with 
you?"

"No, just the tux. Why would I bring other clothes, 
and why can't I 
take the tux home?"

Willow leveled a stare at Xander, mouth hanging open. 
"You don't 
really think you're staying at your place tonight, do 
you?"

Xander reached out, pushing up on Willow's lower jaw 
until she 
stopped talking. "Where else would I stay?"

"Here. of course. You can't spend the night before the 
wedding with 
the person your marrying. Xander, it's inappropriate."

"Willow, Graham and I have been living together for 
months now, and 
dating even longer than that. I don't see any reason 
why we can't 
stay together tonight."

Willow frowned, fluttering around the room. "Well, 
cause of the party 
tonight. We were gonna have this whole slumber party 
thing, and there 
would be ice cream and cake, and talking."

"Okay, I'll go along with that. But you have to be the 
one to break 
it to Graham. He had plans for tonight already."

Willow straightened her shoulders, setting her resolve 
face firmly in 
place. "Okay, I can do that."

"And no bullying him, Will. You know he's a little 
intimidated by 
you."

"By me, why?" Willow feigned innocent shock, but was 
brought back to 
resolve face when Xander doubled over in laughter.

"Willow, when are you going to realize you can't pull 
off innocent 
anymore? Especially not with me."

"I can so." Willow continued the old game by sticking 
out her bottom 
lip and pouting a little, then turned her back on 
Xander and made her 
way over to the counter. "Want coffee?"

"Sure. So, when you gonna call Graham? Best to catch 
him right after 
his workout." Xander's face got a dreamy look on it. 
To anyone 
looking at him, it was apparent where his thoughts had 
led 
him. "Will, maybe I should just go tell him. I can 
pick up some 
clothes and stuff, be back in a few hours?"

"Oh no, mister. You will stay here, where Buffy can 
hold you down. 
I'll get you some clothes and talk to Graham, and 
there won't be any 
sweaty groping."

Xander took a towel from the table, rolled it up, and 
threw it at 
Willow. "I've always liked the sweaty groping."

"I'm sure you have. And after tomorrow, you can have 
it whenever you 
want. But until the wedding is over, you will have me, 
Buffy, or 
Giles with you at all times."

"Fine, I can live through one night and day of no fun. 
But you better 
have lots of board games, or the deal's off."

Willow turned, squinting her eyes at him. "Hey, we'll 
have lots of 
fun". Then, seeing the way he arched his eyebrow at 
her, she 
blushed. "Oh, okay. Not that kind of fun, granted, but 
there will be 
movies, and popcorn. Besides, we can always get Buffy 
drunk and 
convince her she has a French test tomorrow."

Xander laughed at the memories of Buffy trying to 
speak French, then 
sobered. "Will?"

"Yeah, Xan?" Willow's face lost all trace of amusement 
when she saw 
the seriousness in his eyes.

"I just wanted to say thanks. You know, for planning 
this whole thing 
for us. Although, I gotta tell you, for a while I 
wasn't sure it was 
gonna happen."

"Xander, what are you talking about? Of course it was 
going to 
happen." Willow knelt next to Xander's chair, taking 
his hands in 
hers. "You and Graham belong together. Any idiot can 
see that."

"I know, now. It just took me a long time to realize 
that it was 
real." Eyes becoming damp, Xander stood and got a 
bottle of water 
from the refrigerator before returning to his chair. 

"I know, Xan. Tell ya what, you march upstairs, run a 
hot bath, and 
have a soak. A good hot soak heals all troubles. Well, 
that and 
chocolate." Willow ended with a slight smile.

Xander watched her go, letting Willow's comforting 
words sink in a 
little. Hearing the door open again, he figured Will 
must have left 
something behind and returned for it. He smiled 
fondly, remembering 
how forgetful she'd always been.

"Hey Harris, thought I'd find you here."

Xander sat up straight, his every instinct telling him 
to run, to 
hide, at the sound of that voice. "Faith! What the 
hell are you doing 
here?" Jumping up from his chair, he backed away as 
the rogue slayer 
entered the kitchen. He snatched a knife from the 
counter next to the 
sink and wedged himself into the corner by the fridge.

Faith seemed saddened by his reaction, jamming her 
hands into the 
pockets of her loose fitting jeans. When she settled 
against the 
counter, as far from Xander as she could get, he 
finally had time to 
look her over. The white tank top, covered with a 
loose, navy blue 
zip up sweater, combined with jeans that weren't 
cutting off her 
circulation, showed a side of the girl he'd never seen 
before, one 
he'd never expected too. Looking into her face, the 
lack of make-up 
made the lines around her eyes and mouth stand out, 
along with the 
dark circles around her eyes.

But it was what he saw in her eyes that convinced him 
to put the 
knife away. In them he saw fear, remorse, a bit of 
that wild look 
some animals got just before they turned and ran from 
humans. What he 
didn't see was the old look of contempt and barely 
concealed hatred 
that used to be her trademark.

Keeping his eyes on her, he pulled the refrigerator 
door open and 
took out another bottle of water, tossing it to Faith. 
"So, you were 
looking for me? Why? I mean, come back after a few 
years to finish 
the job?"

Faith lowered her eyes, peeling away the label on her 
water 
bottle. "No. I..I came to Sunnydale to see Angel. 
There was a problem 
in LA, it's been taken care of, but...Gunn thought he 
should know."

Xander wandered back over to the table, sitting down, 
never taking 
his eyes off Faith. "And what, you never heard of a 
phone?" His eyes 
narrowed as he watched her reaction to his harsh 
words. He'd expected 
an explosion of some kind, massive amounts of 
violence, a little 
beating, or at the least some slamming around and 
walking out. But 
all he saw was her shrinking further into herself.

Faith closed her eyes against the pain his tone 
caused, knowing she 
deserved it, but hurt none the less. "Angel's kinda 
famous for his 
lack of cell phone knowledge." She looked up, a 
crooked smile on her 
lips, and saw his puzzled look. "He never turns it 
on."

"Ah," Xander replied, nodding his head. Leaning back 
in his chair, he 
reached under the table with his leg and pushed out 
the chair 
opposite him. "Have a seat. But keep your hands above 
the table, 
please?" He watched as she looked over at him, 
stunned, and slowly 
inched her way over to sit down. "So, you're out of 
jail? How'd that 
happen?"

Faith splayed her hands on the table, making sure to 
keep them in 
plain sight. She hadn't expected him, or anyone, to 
trust her. In 
fact, she'd have been disappointed if they had. She 
stared at her 
hands for a moment, gathering her thoughts, then 
looked up, meeting 
his eyes. "Well, let's see, I got parole for good 
behavior." She 
laughed ironically. "Imagine, me, getting rewarded for 
good behavior. 
After that, I went to the only place I thought I'd be 
welcome, by one 
person at least. I went to Angel. He took me in, gave 
me work, gave 
me a purpose. After a while, and I didn't even know he 
was working on 
it, but, one of his informants uncovered some of the 
mayor's old 
files. There were a few papers in there showing how 
the mayor and his 
deputy were planning to off Buffy and me. He took the 
papers to a 
lawyer who used them to show I killed Allan Finch in 
self defense. 
So, I'm out for good, verdict overturned, clean slate 
and all."

Xander raised an eyebrow, "Really? A whole new start, 
just like that? 
Must be great. But you'll forgive me if I'm not 
jumping for joy about 
your return to society. After all, I was one of the 
people you tried 
to kill." Standing, Xander moved slowly toward the 
kitchen door, 
stopping when he heard her chair push away from the 
table. He turned, 
pulling the phone from the wall as he did. He'd raised 
it above his 
head, like a weapon, when he noticed her strange look 
and the fact 
that she'd been moving away from him instead of coming 
at him. He 
lowered the phone, inwardly cursing himself for 
showing the fear he 
was feeling.

Faith's wide eyes lowered, guilt shimmering across her 
face before 
she had a chance to smother it. When she looked up at 
him again, 
unshed tears glistened at the corners of her eyes. 
"Look, Xander. I'm 
sorry for startling you, I didn't mean too. I guess 
I'll just go, 
Angel has some stuff for me to take back to LA."

Xander watched as she turned and walked toward the 
back door. He 
called out just as she reached for the handle. "Faith? 
You told me 
why you're in Sunnydale, but not why you were looking 
for me. Was 
there a reason you looked me up, or was it just for 
fun?"

Turning back, Faith looked at him for a long moment 
before releasing 
the door and moving back toward him, hands stuffed 
into 
pockets. "Yeah, that." She sighed, sounding defeated. 
"Look, I've 
never really been any good at the whole apology thing, 
so I'll just 
come out with it. I wanted to let you know I was sorry 
for what I did 
to you. It was wrong on so many levels, and I never 
saw that until 
recently. And I don't expect the hugs and kisses, or 
to be forgiven 
and become best friends, I just wanted to let you 
know. You were 
probably the only one here that treated me like a 
human being for so 
long, then when shit started happening, I kinda took 
it out on you. I 
know that's not an excuse and I'm not trying to make 
them, I guess 
I'm just trying to make amends."

Xander tossed the phone on the countertop and leaned 
back against the 
door frame, arms crossed over his chest. "Well, that's 
some speech. 
And the truth is, I forgave you a long time ago." 
Holding up a hand, 
he stopped her when she went to interrupt. "I forgave 
you, but I 
won't forget it. And you're right about one thing, 
we'll never be 
best friends, hell we may never be any kind of friends 
again, but I 
don't want to be your enemy, I have too many of those 
already."

"Xander! Are you here?" Xander heard the voice from 
the living room 
and his insides melted. Graham appeared at the 
entrance to the 
kitchen, a blazing smile spreading across his face as 
he saw Xander. 
He crossed to the island in the middle of the floor, 
leaning across 
to meet Xander halfway and they shared a soft, gentle 
kiss before 
pulling back. That's when he saw the dark haired woman 
standing 
across the kitchen, leaning back against the counter 
and looking 
uncomfortable. Blushing, he glanced at Xander out of 
the corner of 
his eye before introducing himself. "Hello, I'm 
Graham, and you are?"

Faith slowly crossed to him, holding her hand out. 
"I'm Faith."

Graham stood up straight, his entire face darkening. 
He turned hard 
eyes on Xander. "This is Faith?" At Xander's confused 
nod, Graham 
took him by the hand, pulling him toward the door. 
"What the hell are 
you doing here alone with her? Where's Buffy?"

"Right here, what's going on?" Buffy said coming 
through the door, 
eyes going cold as she saw who their visitor was. 
"Faith!"