The baby has been fed. And changed. And bounced and sung to and amused.

The baby is now asleep. And Faith does not have proper bebe-accomadations in her flat.

Which is why, reluctantly, she's knocking on Michael's door, very quietly.

If nobody answers, she'll make a baby bed out of a dresser drawer.

She's been waiting for him ( Read more... )

The battle was a massacre - short, bloody, and utterly one-sided. At the end of it, the ground was soaked with demonic blood, the Senior Partners were locked up in a pocket dimension that would hold them for years, and none of the army of Slayers on the field had so much as a bruise ( Read more... )

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Ever since Angel died, we’ve been looking for a way to take down the Senior partners. There’s a spell ( Read more... )

She walks the Council hallways, her steps silent, pacing, thinking. About Michael, the future version, and what he’d told her ( Read more... )

The trial reminded her of her own ( Read more... )

Alanna - Had to go with a friend to watch his father go on trial for child abuse. Promised him I would. Back as soon as I can.

Dear Nick - Have gone with Liam to see his father go on trial for knocking him and Charlie around. Don't get hitched without me. Love, Faith

Dear Max - I'll probably get back before you do, but in case I don't, don't ( Read more... )

Kitty doesn't need her blood anymore ( Read more... )

Faith is completely unarmed when she steps through the door, unarmed and looking like she couldn't hurt a fly, completely unconcerned by the inhuman appearances of most of the people in the room.

"Right," she announces, loudly. "Which one of you can take me to Kitty Pryde?"

She’s out on the beach, meditating, when she hears him walking up behind her. She knows it's him, without turning around, without even opening her eyes, and she smiles, holding out a hand to him. He takes it, and she smirks, opening her eyes and tugging him off his feet and down on top of her. He laughs, shaking his head, but lets himself be pulled ( Read more... )