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Faith's in the bar again, or maybe she never left, it's hard to say. She's finished with all her notebooks, and is now busy consuming an extraordinarily unhealthy breakfast that consists of sausage, Pop Tarts, and Red Bull. Fear. Come chat with her, if you like, but mostly, fear.

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Faith snorts. "And I've got nothing but duty tying me to my world, and all my family is here."

"That's the difference then," Mel says, cheerfully. "'m not sayin' you should be all excited about getting home, 'm sayin' I am goin' back at the first opportunity."

"Yeah." Faith tilts her head. "So what's your family like, then?"

"Sister. Erin. Older'n me. Cop." she says. "We're not very close, but we're workin' things out."

"Your sister's a cop?" Faith winces. "That must...be interesting."

'Suck' was the first word that came to mind, actually.

She wouldn't be wrong.

"It certainly is," Mel gives a wry grin. "She don't approve of me much."

"Yeah, the cops have a problem with me too," Faith says with a shrug. "Must be that whole murderer thing."

She carefully doesn't touch the subject.

"We're doin' OK, though. Savin' the world tends to bring a family together."

"She knows? That makes it easier, I guess." Faith shrugs. "Never had any sibs, m'self, and my mother died a while back...didn't know my father."

Mel shrugs. "'s not a secret. Couldn't be really. Fight like that, the whole warren involved.

"I don't do the whole secret identity thing. Never saw a point in it."

"Warren?" Faith blinks at her. "Everybody knows? Geeze, world musta changed a lot."

She shrugs. "Musta.

"But y'know, army of lurks, massive demon mother thing, needed all the help I could get. And Erin and her buddies provided a lot of firepower. And cars."

"Sounds like a party," Faith says. "What'd you do with the cars, though? Run 'em over?"

A sly grin.

"It was fun, definitely. And landing a car on a lurk certainly kills them: that how Erin got her first.

"But flyin' over their heads and firing at them, that's the 'vantage of cars, and bikes, come to think of it. Erin took be right up over this giant snake thin and dropped me straight on to it," she accompanies this glossing of the truth with hand movements.

"It was rocketship."

"...you have flying cars?"

It's all she can say, really.

"Oh, right, you don't yet do you?" she says sheepishly.

"Yeah, flying cars are useful. When the cities can't expand anymore out, the expand up.

"Means when you get thrown off a building, you can usually find somethin' to break your fall."

Faith just stares at her. "Fuck, that's the coolest thing ever...woulda come in handy a couple times, actually. Though, you know, two-story fall ain't that bad."

"Two stories wouldn't be, would it?

"Two hundred? That might hurt even a Slayer."

"Two hundred? fuck." Faith twitches. "Yeah, that...that could be bad. 'Course, the first time I fell two stories was right after Buffy stabbed me in the gut, so that wasn't much fun, and the second time was when I busted out of the clink..."

"Yeah, it helps if you're not stabbed at the time," Mel admits. "And a fall that short, you don't get much time to plan your landing."

"There was a truck coming. I fell into its flatbed," Faith shrugs. "And the second time, there was a car parked under the window."

"Right. Use any obstacles you can to cut the fall short."

"Exactly." Faith nods. "'Course, when Buffy stabbed me, I jumped on the truck because it was moving and she was going to feed me to Angel..."

"Yeah, I guessed it was then," Mel says, thinking. "'s when you went into your coma, right?"

Faith nods. "Yeah. I had it comin', I'm not sayin' otherwise. She did what she had to do, an' stuff."

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