"Faith, are you Faith?"

I heard the girl's voice speaking behind me and turned to see…myself.

"Fuck!"

"Oh my God, you really do look like me!"

The expletive left my mouth and the slightly more verbose exclamation left hers but our voices matched perfectly. Well, mine may have been a little more horse. Cigarettes, you know.

"Who the fuck are you? I don't have a sister." The girl wore a lab coat and cutely cut clothes beneath it, nice and all, if nice is what you like, but I preferred my own leather pants and hot red lipstick. I suddenly wondered, "Hey, are you a demon? You don't smell like one, but smells can be deceiving."

"What? No! I'm a person!" she protested. Her confused look somewhat assured me but just to make sure I grabbed her arm, ignoring her shriek of outrage and pushed her against the wall of the morgue.

"What are you doing? Faith! You're hurting me!"

It was fucking odd to hear my name said through her lips with my voice.

"How do you know me?" I demanded. I felt her slump against the wall and released my grip enough so that she could slide back to the floor, careful not to give her a chance to fight back. She didn't seem to possess my strength, but I could never be sure.

"A girl, b…Buffy! I saved her life!" she finally gasped out.

The thought of this weak girl,though shelooked like convincingly me, saving Buffy's life, caused me to break out in laughter. My hands went to me knees and I laughed boldly at her as I backed away from the girl, who was straightening her white coat in an effort to make herself more dignified after being lifted bodily from the floor.

"You, you saved Buffy's life? What, you got some magic powers or something? Wait, are you a witch?" The thought suddenly occurred to me, and made a lot of sense. She might have caste a spell on herself so that she looked like me, to fuck with my head or something. Why she would wear a doc's coat over my body escaped my mind though. Suddenly 100 more wary, I pulled a knife from the scabbard at my belt. After Red, I knew that even nice looking girls could pack a punch if they were into Wicca in the bad way.

"Look, Faith, this might seem really odd, but I know about vampires and all that."

"Yeah…so?" Well, it was obvious she knew about vampires if she knew Buffy, especially if she had saved her.

"What I don't understand is what you're doing here. I'm not saving anyone's life, but this seems suspiciously like one of those days." The girl made a cute little perplexed face, chewing on her lip as she thought. I hoped that I had never made a similar face. It was adorable, yes, but tough, definitely not.

"Are you some kind of doctor?" I finally asked.

"What? Oh, no, I'm a morgue assistant and well, I'm trying to make it through medical school but things keep getting in the way."

"But you save lives?" This girl was certainly an enigma. She looked exactly like me, worked among dead people, not unlike myself, and somehow she saved people's lives. I'm nothing if not curious.

"This is really bad of me. You know nothing about me, but I know at least a little about you. Hi. My name is Tru, Tru Davies."

She held out her hand expectantly. I put the knife in my left and shook her hand with my right. She smiled a smile that looked unbelievable trustworthy. I distrusted her immediately.

"Tru, well, you seem to know my name all ready and some fascinating things about my life. But I wanna know about you. And especially why you look like me."

Tru stood there looking stupid for a moment. I looked at the clock 5:32. Damn, sun set at 5:44. I had to get going.

"Ah, whatever, I gotta do my job and then I'll leave."

Tru frowned, "I'm sorry, but what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Gotta keep some corpses from rising from the dead," I told, taking out a stake and walking over to a body that my senses told me was host to newly turned vampire.

"No! Wait!" the crazy girl yelled, grabbing my wrist, not a smart thing but I didn't throw her against the wall too hard.

"I'm trying to kill a vampire here!"

Tru rubbed her head and I felt bad.

"Dangerous blood sucking beasts? I thought you said you knew about vampires?" I grumbled, making ready to stab the cadaver again.

"That's a vampire?" Tru came up beside me. I imagined the vampire awaking to see us. If I was a normal, we would have made his day. He would have had twins for a first dinner.

"I never actually saw a vampire. I saved Buffy from something else," Tru said. She poked the dead body. It was of a teenager, high school age.

"A demon?"

"No…herself," Tru said softly.

I looked at her, startled.

She smiled at me hesitatingly. Ah jeeze, it was weird to see me smiling and not sexing it up.

"She… she just needed someone to… talk to." She shook her head as if to clear the image of a blond slayer from her head. "But ah… how do you know this is a vampire?" Tru asked.

It was a good question. I figured I should give her some pointers, working in a morgue and all.

"Look here," I turned the vampire's neck. Two familiar darkly gaping holes stood out against his white skin. "Vampires drain the blood of their victims. That's why you have to be careful. When a vampire first comes back, it wants nothing more than to drink blood, and lots of it."

"I see."

"You probably don't," I chuckled. I had half a mind to let this one raise and show her what a starved vampire was like, but decided I wasn't really in the mood. "Now, do you mind?"

"What? Oh," Tru stepped back.

I plunged the stake into the vampire's chest. It exploded in a cloud of dust.

"My god, Faith!"

"Fuck yeah! Don't you love the smell of grave dust?"

Tru helped me quickly go around and find three more corpses-soon-to-become-vampires. The last one she found on her own, or rather it found her. I had missed my 5:44 deadline.

"Hey Sucker!" I yelled at the brawny man who had backed Tru into a corner. "Suck this!"

Corny, yes, but it was a line I liked, especially when I was showing off. And yeah, I was showing off. I ran at the vampire and kicked it over a standing cot, which it knocked over with a clatter. I walked up to it confidently as it pulled itself to its feet.

"Hey, ugly, Do you want me for dinner?" I shimmied suggestively. It lunged. Newly risen vamps tend to be pretty stupid. "Sorry, but all we got is stake."

An explosion of dust and Tru was smiling at me with a look of amazement on her face. That look of gratitude always does feel good. I must say, I've used my hero's status to get into people's beds hundreds of times.

I handed the stake to Tru.

"What…?"

"Keep this. For your protection," I told her. She took it and fiddled with it, rubbing her hands up and down the smooth wood and testing the point. Finally she looked up at me.

"I think you should find Buffy."

Buffy obviously hadn't told this girl much about me.

"We don't get along."

"I think you guys have unfinished business."

"What? Did she try to kill you?"

"No."

"I'm surprised."

"She kissed me."

I stared at the girl, Tru, my double. I laughed out loud.

"Well, I'll be. I didn't know B had it in her."

I left the morgue whistling.