Warnings:F/F, No Beta, Vulgar language, Rape, Possible character death, Lots of Angst etc. (I'll give the warnings according to the chapter)

Universe: Between season 6 and 7. No Dawn, no Anya or The first evil. Xander, Willow and Buffy live in the same house (I know it wasn't like that, but this is FanFiction), + some small changes

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, UPN and WB Television Networks

Chapter 1: Back in (Sunny)Hell

BPOV

"Faith are you ready?" I yell across the house. She's been cooped up in her room the whole day. I don't know what's wrong but lately she's been taking a lot of naps in the afternoons. Maybe she still hasn't adjusted back to being out late for patrol.

She's been with us for almost a month now. When I first told them that I'm going to get Faith everyone looked at me like I'm insane. I had to explain the whole situation, and they agreed with me that it would be best if I bring her here, so I can keep an eye on her. Angel has his own problems, and even if he had the time, there's no way he could control her. She's still a slayer.

*****FLASBACK*****

Everyone was gathered in the living room, waiting for me to deliver the news. Ever since Angel called me I knew this was going to suck big time. No one wants Faith here, actually pretty much everyone hates her, and so do I, but I can't just leave her, and Angel really can't take care of her. He's in the middle of a big battle, and Faith has a tendency to run wild if not guided (and by guided I mean forced) to do the right thing. So here I am, in the living room trying to find a way to explain the situation.

"So what's the news?" asks Xander.

"I'll have to go to LA for a while, but don't worry I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Why? Is Angel in trouble? Has Angelus resurfaced? No, he couldn't have, then he wouldn't have called or would he? I mean maybe he would call just to you know, taunt you, so you'd come and he'd have a chance to kill you, but why wouldn't he then just come here. I mean…"

"Willow, Angel is fine. And no, there were no sightings of Angelus. It's Faith."

"Oh great. What has she done now?" Xander asks, "Did she gut another guy…"

"Wait, isn't she supposed to be in jail?" Willow asks.

"No, she didn't do anything yet. At least I think she hasn't. And yes, she should be in jail, but Angel sort of managed to get her out."

"What?! Why? You don't just get murderers out of jail! You don't just hand them a get out of jail free card, and hope they don't go around killing everyone, AGAIN!"

"She isn't really in a position to hurt anyone right now, and besides that's why I'm going to LA, and bringing her here where I can watch her."

"You're bringing her here?! Are you insane?! She's just going to try to kill everyone again or did you forget what happened the last time she was here?!" I sigh, and run a hand through my hair. This really isn't turning out the way I want it to. I knew this wasn't going to be pretty, but I don't want to get in a screaming match, especially because of Faith. She's done this before, every time she managed to divide us without her even knowing it.

"Wait, why can't she hurt anyone?" Willow thought aloud, and I'm glad she did. That finally stopped Xander's rant.

"Because currently she's unconscious, and without her slayer powers. Right now she couldn't even hurt Xander. Plus from what Angel told me she's been beaten pretty badly. He got a phone call from the infirmary in prison today about what happened, and they told him what has been happening for the last two months. Apparently she got on the bad side of the wrong people, and they've been using her as a punching bag ever since. They only called Angel because they thought she was going to die, and wanted to find her relatives to inform them. As soon as he found out what was happening he got her out of there, but she still hasn't woken up. The plan was I go to LA, bring her here, and help her recover, and then help her get back in the swing of things, steer her on the right path, and all that crap."

"Oh. Wh-Why isn't Angel doing that?" I look at Willow, "He can't. There's a new big bad in town, and Faith will need a lot of attention. He doesn't have time for her right now, and she could probably kick his ass if she wanted to."

"But why here? Can't we just, you know, drop her off at another prison? I'm sure she'd be fine."

"I want to, but she needs time to recover, and having another slayer on our side will help tip the scale in our direction." And I feel guilty 'cause I haven't really tried to help her when she was losing it because of Finch. If we can bring her back on our side things can be a lot easier. Two Slayers is way better than one.

"What's the plan then? You bring her back, then what? We set her free, and let her join the black hats again? We can't trust her."

"I know, and that's why she's going to be chained up in a basement until we're sure she can be trusted. That way she'll have plenty of time to rest, and recover, and we'll be able to keep an eye on her, and not worry about her killing sprees."

*****END OF FLASBACK*****

At that time we were all already living in my house so I had to get them to agree, but they eventually did. We made a game plan, and I brought her back the same day.

"Faith, I swear to god, if you don't come down here right now…!" I used my threatening voice, and she sprinted down the stairs, and jumped right in front of me.

"Ready." She breathes out. She's panting really hard, probably because she was still in bed when I called for her to get down. I look her over, and see she's a mess. Her hair is out of control, she's not wearing any make up, she turned her shirt inside out, and what is she wearing? Are those slippers?!

When she sees me looking at her feet she looks down, "Oh, crap!" she turns around and runs back upstairs. A minute later she's back, and this time she's actually wearing shoes, thank god. Willow's been watching from the door frame, and she starts laughing really hard. I try to hold back, but a smile breaks through. Faith glares at me, but that just makes us laugh harder.

"Man, I'm never going to live this one down." She grunts.

"No. No you're not." I managed to say between taking deep breaths, and trying to calm myself down, "Oh, and you should probably fix your shirt,"

"What's wrong with my shirt?" She looks down at it, and her eyes go wide, "How the..." I push her arm towards the bathroom, and she follows the order.

"I swear to god this was turned the right way when I put it on," she says when she comes out.

"I'm sure it was," Willow smiles at her.

"C'mon, let's go before your evil clothes do something else," I tease, and basically drag her to the door.

"Shut it, Blondie," she glares, but I know she's kidding 'cause she's fighting back a smile that's slowly spreading across her face.

"Says the person who can't even dress herself right," We're walking to the cemetery number 1 now.

"I honestly don't know how that shirt got turned inside-out, and I guess I just forgot to put my shoes on. Could've happened to anyone."

She tries to explain herself, but I already know this is because she just got up, and was still sleepy. It's 7 pm for god's sake. We had lunch at 2 pm, and then she went to her room to "sharpen her weapons" when in reality she just fell asleep. I usually tease her about it, but now I'm starting to worry a bit. It's happening more often, and she gets tired really fast.

FPOV

I can't believe that happened. I feel so embarrassed. I fell asleep right after lunch and when Buffy called for me to get down, I had no fucking clue where I was, what I was doing, or why she's calling me.

I got dressed without really paying attention, still fighting the fog in my head, and then when she called for the second time, I knew I was late, and then I started running around the room like a headless chicken trying to get myself ready. By the time I got downstairs I already managed to completely clear the fog from my head, but of course half-conscious me can't even put her clothes on right.

So we finished off patrol for tonight, and I really want to go to the Bronze. But like always I need a babysitter. It's not like I haven't sneaked out of the house a couple of times without them. They all know that, mostly because I came back drunk, and stumbled up the stairs and feel asleep by my best friend - the toilet.

When B found me the next morning she totally flipped out, and yelled at me for like an hour or at least it seemed like an hour with my killer hangover. I tried to shut her up, but that just pissed her off even more. She dragged me back to the basement, chained me up on the bed, and left me there for half a day.

I'm not really sure why she was so mad. It's not like I killed anyone, and they did let me roam around the house freely. What's the big deal if I leave for a while so I don't die of boredom? That was week two of this little adventure. I'm still a little fuzzy on the details of how I got here, but I remember waking up a day after the big fight. To say I was freaked would be a big understatement.

*****FLASBACK*****

My head was throbbing, and I really didn't want to open my eyes to some bright light that would definitely hurt them. I'm probably in the infirmary right now. Those fucking bitches got me again in the showers. This is like the 30th time that happened in the last two months. It sucks big time, and every time I try to defend they just get more aggressive, and the guards aren't doing anything, in fact sometimes they even participate.

Beating up poor defenseless Faith has become like a sport in this joint ever since I lost my powers. I have no fucking idea how that happened. All I know is that I woke up one day, and poof, my strength was gone. Before that happened I had a reputation. Nobody would come near me, too afraid I'm going to snap their necks, but somehow the word got out pretty quickly that I ain't strong anymore, and the beatings started.

Everyone who had a grudge came at me, and some did it just for fun, and for a good fuck. Nobody claimed me as their bitch because I was the prison whore. I was forced to pretty much go down on everyone. Fuck, enough about this 'cause it's just gonna make me more depressed. I just need to survive this shit, and when my powers come back, everything's gonna go back to normal.

I quickly pop my eyes open when I feel heat on my stomach. "Red?" What the fuck is Willow doing here, and why the fuck does she have her hands on my stomach. Wow, this can't be good. Maybe she came here to finish what B started. I try to hit her, I try to get her off of me, but I soon figure out that I can't move my hands. They're strapped to the bed, and so are my legs. I look around, and soon find out I'm not in prison anymore. The place is dark, and looks like someone's basement. Fuck, this can't be good.

Bein' strapped to a bed in an unknown basement tends to end badly in the movies. And the fact that it's B's best friend, and has some serious mojo on her side isn't exactly calming me down either. Another thing that isn't calming me down is that she still has her freaking arms on my fucking stomach. I start struggling more against restraints and even though I don't have my slayer strength, all that fear and panic that's cursing through me right now is seriously helping. I almost broke free when a pair of arms grabbed me, and forced me to stay still.

"Faith, calm down! You're not in jail anymore." Yeah, no shit Sherlock, I got that. Wait, was that B's voice. I look at the face of the person that's holding me, and sure enough it's B.

"What the fuck is this shit?! Get the fuck off of me!" B doesn't budge.

"Faith have you been taking drugs?" WHAT?! I look at Red, has she gone insane?! Why is she even asking me that?

This is too weird for me. I close my eyes. This has to be a dream. This can't be happening. I start mumbling to myself, trying to convince myself that I'll wake up in a second, and I'll be lying in an infirmary, recovering, and waiting for another beat down. I can feel their eyes on me,

"Faith, I need to know if you've been taking any drugs." That's it, I'm sick of this,

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WORNG WITH YOU?! WHERE WOULD I EVEN GET DRUGS?! I'm, was in prison."

"Okay, okay! No need to yell at us. We're just trying to figure out what happened." B's getting annoyed, well boo-fucking-ho. I don't even know where the fuck I am, how I got here, and why are they asking me these questions.

"Everyone just calm down." Red, always the voice of reason.

"No one's going to fuckin' calm down if I don't freakin' find out where the fuck am I, how I got here, and what the hell is wrong with you?!" Red sighs and after a while answers,

"Faith you're here because Angel got you out of jail as soon as he found out what was happening, and didn't have time with new evil lurking to look after you while you recover. You're currently in Sunnydale, to be more specific you're in the basement of Buffy's house. You've been out of it for a day now, and the reason I was asking you if you took any drugs is because I did a spell to find out why you don't have any slayer abilities, and it showed drugs in your system." Buffy loosened her hold on me, but never took her eyes off of me.

"Thanks. And no, I really didn't take any drugs so I have no idea how they could've gotten in my system." I glared at B, trying to make her let go off me, but she just glared back.

"How long will it take for her to have her powers back?"

"I'm not sure. I googled the drug, and it says it should clear out in 48 hours, but I don't know exactly when she was given the last dosage. It's been 24 hours since she got out of jail so I think it's safe to say she'll have it back sometime today." Oh, thank god. I really don't want to be here.

"Thanks for all the hospitality, but I really think I should be going now. They'll start to miss me, and I need to clear some things, and make sure there's no repeat of this little drug incident."

"You're not going anywhere. Willow please reinforce her chains with magic so they're gonna stay when she gets her powers back."

"Look B, if you don't trust me, you can take me back yourself, I'm not gonna fight you. But we both now it's best if I don't stay here."

"You're not going back to that place, and you don't really have a say in it. Angel and I agreed it would be best if you stayed with us from now on. Follow the rules, and everything's going to be just fine. As much as I hate it, I can't just let you die in there, and that would happen. They managed to find a way to drug you without you even knowing it, and it would just happen again and again until you'd be dead. You were lucky that Willow healed you in time or else you would've probably died without slayer healing."

Buffy looked at Red, and she nodded. "Now, get some rest. You're still not a hundred percent."

They both stood up, and left the room. I tried to get rid of the chains but Red must have reinforced 'em already 'cause they didn't move even an inch. Exhaustion took over soon after that, and I drifted off to sleep.

*****END OF FLASBACK*****

For the next week they kept me chained up in the basement. They took turns in watching me, so I'm pretty used to having a babysitter by now. Still doesn't stop me from wanting to have some fun every once in a while.

"C'mon B, you know you want to go. I promise I won't drink, just dancing, and I'll behave." I feel like she's my mother now, begging her to let me go to the Bronze. I normally wouldn't care if I have her permission, but if I just took off she and Red would find me, and drag me back to the house, and chained me back in the basement. New style of parenting I guess.

"Faith, for the last time: We're not going to the Bronze! We're going home so stop complaining."

Half an hour later we're home and Buffy runs upstairs, and locks her door. Its official, I've finally managed to drive her mad. I smile in triumph just when Willow walks into the lobby to see what's going on.

She scowls when she sees my expression, "What did you do?"

I give her my best innocent face, which is pretty bad (imagine Joker trying to look innocent –yeah, I don't think so),

"I didn't do anything. I just asked her if we could go to the Bronze, and she said no." She furrows her brows in confusion.

"And I had to keep saying no to her for the next half an hour!" I hear yelling from upstairs. Damn, slayer hearing.

I roll my eyes, and yell back, "Well, all that could've been avoided if you would've just said yes!"

"I'd wipe that grin off your face before she gets back down if you don't want to end up locked up again," Willow whispers.

She's right, I need to start thinking depressing stuff, or I just might end up back in the basement.

"Whatever, I need some shut eye anyway. See ya."

"Don't forget you're responsible for breakfast tomorrow," she yells after me. I grumble a couple of curse words 'cause that means I have to get up before 8 am, and I don't usually wake up 'till about 1 pm. I can already tell that tomorrow is going to suck.

A/N: If there is interest in this story I can continue to post or leave it like this.