I don't own Buffy The Vampire Slayer or Angel, as I have said. This universe is entirely fictional and it is my favourite so I decided to make a FanFic on it. Faith is one of my favourite characters so when I put her in a bad light, keep in mind that I love her, and am not doing this out of sheer hatred. If anyone else has done this before me, I apologise. However, I didn't read anything like this and don't suppose there is one.

After Faith-in-Xander pulled some poses in the mirror, a wave of guilt overcame her that she'd never felt before. She'd felt massive amounts of guilt before, but not over tiny things like this. She'd obviously hurt this girl's feelings, but she wasn't usually bothered if she did. Depending on the person. But now was different. Anya was a complete stranger, why would Faith care?

No way do I love this girl. Xander does... not me.

But Faith wanted to, in the first time in ages, apologise. Really apologise. She was about to run up the concrete stairs, but she remembered that she lacked slayer strength now, sighed, and walked up them. A fall could be fatal for Xander's weak-ass body. She put on some black sneakers oddly placed in the middle of the stairs, and continued to walk. At the top of the stairs, through the door, Faith ran into Xander's dad. Her dad, for the time being.

Huh. She thought. Weird. Yo, I have parents now. Sweet.

"Hey," she said in her new voice, "Uh, dad. Did ya see where, uh, Anya went?"

"Yeah?" Said the dad. He had a rough voice and in his left hand he clutched a bottle of beer.

Faith rolled her eyes.. not hers, Xander's. God this was confusing.

"Hey, What ya rollin' your eyes at?!"

"Nothin'"

"Yeah? Your girl ran out in tears. What did ya do this time, huh?"

Faith frowned and walked past him.

A drunk guy. At 7:30am. Greeaaat.

However, Anthony Harris grabbed Xander's-Faith's arm as she walked past, and scolded her. Right now, Faith got her fist ready to punch, but then remembered she was Xander.

"I did nothin'. Me, I was just gonna go see if she's okay, ya know." She said.

"Xander, why are you talkin' like a Southie? Drop it." The dad said.

"Yeah, 'Kay."

And with that, Faith left. Even this drunken man was way more than an actual father she ever had. She swung the door open and shut, and marched outside. However, Anya was nowhere to be seen. Faith knew the way to Giles' house, kind of, so she went there to see the gang.

Okay. Just gotta act like boytoy here. Easy. She thought.

She found her way to Giles' way easier than she expected, she'd only been there once to peer in on them, but now she new the way fully, like she'd been there loads of times. Guess that was the new Xander-part of her brain. She peered in like she'd done before, but again remembered she was Xander and could let herself in. Inside was Anya. Faith kept her distance. She wasn't going to apologise, she worried she would slowly turn into Xander if she did things he would do.

"Hey, Xander," said redhead.

Faith didn't reply for a moment, but then realised she was being talked to.

"Heyyy, re- Willow." She tried to sound as un-Faithy as possible, but that didn't work.

C'mon, Faith, she thought. Gotta keep on top of the game.

Willow seemed to frown a little bit, but then shook the thought away.

"Hi, Buffy," said Faith. "And Anya. And Giles. Basically, hi everyone!" She laughed in Xander's voice, but it managed to sound wrong, almost. No one seemed to notice anyway.

She tried to smile at Anya, but it apparently came across as fake or arrogant, as Anya pouted and turned her head. Just then, the guilt came over Faith again. She had to apologise. She felt it. She mouthed a so sorry towards Anya and, just like that, Anya grinned and uncrossed her arms. Just how gullible was this girl? She winked, and cringed after that.

Why on Earth did I just do that?!

Faith turned her attention back to the Scoobies. And, Buffy. She could finally have Buffy. Well, she couldn't have her sexually as she would've liked, but they were really good friends. Nice. Giles broke the silence.

"Xander, w-would you like anything? Tea, perhaps?" He said.

Faith flimsily put her right hand up. "I'm good." She said.

"How did the patrol go with Adam, Buffy?" asked Willow.

"Didn't find him. But we are going to kill him, when we do find him, because we will. I know we will. We can't let him kill more people, more children, than he already has." Buffy replied.

"Yes, that child murder was horrendous." Said Anya. All eyes turned to her. Great. Xander was dating a weirdo. And that means Faith was. She sighed, maybe a little too loudly, and all eyes turned directions, towards her.

"Well," she said, "I mean, no shit!" she smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Willow's eyes darted between Anya and 'Xander'. She could sense something wrong between them, everyone did. Someone had to do something to break the silence. So Faith decided to say something.

"Uh," she laughed awkwardly, "anythin' else we gotta know?"

The gang started a long conversation about something called The Initiative, whatever that was. A half smile appeared on her face-Xander's face- whatever. She was part of the gang. She could finally leave her old body behind her, even if it was for a loser guy.

Xander had walked away from Faith's horrid motel room, keeping his head down in case he was spotted by the police. He had realised just as he left that he now had a tatoo on his right arm, something he hadn't thought about in the midst of having panic attacks about being a fucking girl. He would say 'I'm not like other girls ahahaha', but Faith LITERALLY wasn't. If 'not like other girls' was 'hi I'm a psychotic murderer', then maybe. He put his hands in his pockets as he walked along the street-hobbled along- he needed to get used to the way she walked. It wasn't feminine, but it was different. He walked past a corner shop filled with booze and cigarettes, and wondered how many times Faith had been in there. It was confirmed as a lot of times when the shopkeeper, a short fat bald man with a light brown moustache, furrowed his brow when 'Faith' walked past, and tried to check if that definitely was her.

Xander instead ran into a shop nearby that seemed to sell stuff like perfume and other nice-smelling things. He grabbed as much stuff as he could to hide the stench from Faith's body. He hadn't had a shower... there was NO WAY he was washing in THAT dirty thing. Chucking it all in his shopping trolley, he half-forgot that he had slayer strength and the products nearly broke through the trolley onto the hard white floor. He pushed the trolley to a till, where a lady scanned his items and handed them back to him.

"That'd be 10.23, please," she said emotionlessly.

Oh, shit. Thought Xander. Oh, how very Xander of you. Forget to think about money when I go to the shops. The one thing that you need.

Xander checked in all the pockets he had, and found a used cigarette and an empty chewing gum wrapper that he then purposefully littered. He stared the woman in the eyes for a few seconds, who stood there expecting the money, and then looked back to the long queue behind him.

No. He thought, I'm not gonna do this, I'm not Faith...

He looked back to the woman at the till, then his-Faith's- feet, and then scooped up in his arms as much of the products as possible. And, then, he did something he would never do. He sprinted, as fast as he could with his new slayer abilities, and went out the door, dropping a few among the way. He heard an alarm go off but he couldn't think about that now. Running down the street, he looked behind him and saw two big, beefy bodyguards chasing after him.

Where the fuck did they come from?!

He saw, not far away, a police station, where one police car was pulling out of the lot, sirens on, coming his way.

He raised his eyebrows, and couldn't believe he had done this. Part of Xander wanted to turn himself in, and some part of him urged him to keep running. There was a kind of... newfound thrill to it, that he'd never felt before. He feared it and what it meant for him, but he kind of loved the feeling. He grinned and continued to outrun the bodyguards. He sharply turned a corner into an alleyway and hid.

What the fuck am I doing...

The police car and the two guards pulled into the alleyway, looking around. One guard started to inspect the area, and found Xander next to the trash cans. Yes, it was a lame hiding spot. Xander, going straight on instinct, kicked the man in the jaw. He was enormous, but somehow Xander-in-Faith managed to send him stumbling backwards. He even managed to knock him out with a kick to the nuts and then a hard punch right in the head. Two cops got out of the car, one with a taser gun, and a guard came running towards Xander with a fist ready to strike. He held the punch back with his hand and sent a punch with his left arm and a kick with his right leg to send him tripping back and into a brick wall where he was wiped clean out. One cop grabbed Xander's back and tried to put his hands in handcuffs, while the other held a taser gun to his head. Xander managed to struggle out of it, snatching the gun out of the cop's hands and pointing it at both of them. One cop, a younger looking guy, got out a walkie-talkie to inform other's of 'Faith's' presence, but before he could, Xander took them both down with the taser gun.

Shit. What the hell just freakin' happened.

He knew he had to leave and so he clutched the products he had stolen, and ran away.

But... he thought. This is- this is nothing like me.

"I'm Xander, I'm Xander, I'm Xander." He said to himself, rocking back and forth. It sounded stupid coming from Faith's voice. Damn. Maybe that meant the Scoobies would never realise or believe that it IS him.

He would've never committed a crime. Ever. But just then in the store he felt an urge to do it. If he ever did go to the store and forget money, which, yes, he had done, and probably would again, he wouldn't steal it.

He laughed. "Hey, at least I got my products."