The Dragon's Angel

The Dragon’s Angel.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Angel.

Spoilers:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 4: Who are you?

Angel: I’m making it AU around Five by Five/Sanctuary, but all others episodes come into play sooner or later.

Rating: Any story with Faith has to be at least PG-13 for language.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Captain Boulanger, who always manages to stick ideas inside my head, I now have a sort of side-story to “Harry Potter and the Return to Hogwarts” in the works, and you’re reading it. The idea he helped develope is in a chapter of that story that is, as of yet, unwritten. I couldn’t help but write the history of it, and here it is.

It’s not necessary to read my story for this to make sense.

The only other thing I’m mixing with it the ending of Who are you? Faith did not get on a train.

Without further ado:
The Dragon's Angel.

Prologue

February, 2000.

It had become dark.

When she'd run out from the church it was sunny.

Sunny in Sunnydale.

She was a Slayer. She was supposed to be strong.

But she wasn't.

Had she been strong it would never have happened.

There would be no coma.

There would be no siding with the mayor.

And the Chosen two would be warriors of light, instead one light and one dark.

Faith didn't stop her walk towards Los Angeles.

You could say whatever you wanted about the Sunnydale population, but for all their ignorance in things supernatural they weren't stupid when it came to picking up hitch-hikers.

Sunnydale was two hours on the freeway from Los Angeles.

Walking was hell of a lot longer.

She'd just about given up for the night. Stop somewhere, take a pee and maybe a nap.

The car stopped. A blonde head popped out of the window.

"Hey," he sounded British. Probably a member of the Council of Wankers. "Do you know the way to Los Angeles?"

She scoffed, and rolled her eyes.

"Sure," she put out her arm and pointed. "That way."

He looked at her. ”If it was that easy I’d bloody found it by now, don’t you think?”

”Depends on the IQ,” Faith grinned a bit. This was funnier than baiting Xander.

”Well, I’m bloody smart. It’s not my fucking fault that I couldn’t take the air-thing and be there in a jiffy,” he snapped his fingers.

“Air-thing? Are you talking about a plane?”

“Well,” he pulled his head back into the car. “Yeah. But do you think you could show me the way to Los Angeles?”

Faith was feeling nice. Besides he was a hottie. “Sure, you have a map?”

“A what?”

“Never mind,” she went around the car and slipped in on the passenger side. “I’ll just show you, since I happen to be going that way.”

“Fine.”

They drove for a while, Faith directing him with short monosyllabic words.

“So why are you going to LA anyway?” she wrinkled her nose. “No offence, but you don’t look like an actor.”

“I’m doing a favour for a sodding friend of mine,” his voice indicated that he was way past the point of regretting it.

“Wow. A dedicated friend,” she let her hand “accidentally” touch his knee.

“Yeah, that’s me. Potter’s very dedicated friend,” he smirked and almost ran the car off the road when her hand travelled much further up. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“You?”

“Not while I’m driving this car you’re bloody not!” he found a rest-stop and swung the car off the road. “Now, where were we?”

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