Title: Hidden Secrets
Author: FerretGirl
Rating: PG to R
Spoilers/Setting: AtS S1 to 4, Buffy S3 and S7 I guess. halve way S4 of AtS Joss and I go our separate ways for a while.
Disclaimer: They boys and girls are not mine, I'm just playing with them.
Summary: Faith, Wesley, five years later.
Notes: A big thanks to miniera and alias_lilacgirl for the beta


Hidden Secrets
Part 6

"Do you think this plan will work?" Faith asked. She slid under the covers and snuggled up to Wesley.

"It's the best plan we've come up with," he sighed. He had his hands folded behind his head, and was staring up at the ceiling.

"Lorne's pretty pissed," Faith muttered, "and Spike too."

"Well, Cordy is sleeping on the sofa, instead of the guest-room. That's not usually Lorne's chivalrous way. So I'd say he's pretty pissed." Wesley had to smile at the subtle hints of anger the demon was sending. "He'll get over it, he does understand."

"What about Spike?" Faith wanted to know.

"I think he was more upset by getting shot with the memory gun, then with the actual return of the memories," Wesley said thoughtfully. "Of course neither Connor, nor we, really had much influence on his life."

"You're worried," Faith said softly, kissing his shoulder gently.

"Spike will be fine, he's out looking for a fight and he'll be fine when he gets back."

"I wasn't talking about Spike," Faith said annoyed. She smacked him lightly, "you know I wasn't."

"Tomorrow, we're going to the old Hyperion, and have a secret meeting with our former friends to give them back their memory. We've no idea how they will react and each of them work with the Evil Lawfirm," Wesley sighed, "So yes, I'd say we've reason to be worried."

"At least Lorne will go over there before the meeting to ward the place against any interruptions from Evil Inc." Faith said.

"Yes," Wesley agreed, "I've given him some of the spells for the wards I used here. We should be safe from them." He sighed again. "I do wish he wouldn't go alone, but he wanted to feel more useful."

"He'll be fine," Faith said.

They were silent for a moment. Wesley staring up at the ceiling, deep in thoughts, Faith snuggling closer to him.

"Wes?"

"Yes?"

"You're thinking again, and when you're thinking too much, you worry too much." Faith murmured in his ear.

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to help myself." Wesley apologized.

Faith rolled over and pounced on Wesley, gripping his wrists and pinning them above his head. "I have ways to distract you," she said, tossing him a wicked grin.

"Is that a threat?" Wesley grinned, wriggling slightly.

"Damn straight," Faith said, she swooped down and bit softly in one of Wesley's nipples. She then turned her head and gave the other nipple the same treatment.

Wesley gasped and then moaned. "Faith," he panted, "We're suppose to be resting, we have a lot of work tomorrow," he managed to say.

Kissing her way down his body and getting rid of Wesley's pyjama pants and boxer in one swift move, Faith looked up. "You complaining?" she smirked, before bending her head and licking Wesley's erect cock.

Wesley arched up his back and groaned louder. "N- no?" he tried.

Faith's face appeared in front of him. She used her Slayer strength to pin him down on the bed, again holding his wrists trapped above his head. She hissed as she impaled herself on his cock. "Then shut up," she growled in his hear.

Smirking up at her, Wesley shut his mouth audibly.

Raising herself, Faith captured his lips for a hard kiss. "I like riding my stud hard," She growled in his ear and started moving up and down fast. God, Faith thought, that sounded corny, but what the hell.

Wesley found it was impossible to shut up, completely, and he didn't really care.

~*~*~*~

Cordelia woke up to the smell off eggs and bacon. She moved from the sofa, groaning as the kinks in her body made themselves known. Damn, Lorne had been angry. But he had come out later that night, and they'd had a good talk. He was still angry, but he understood, said he didn't want to loose her as a good friend. Cordelia was sure they would be okay again after some time.

Yawning, she padded toward the kitchen, following the smell. Where she found...Faith?...preparing breakfast?

Blinking a few times at the sight, Cordelia sniffed in the smell of the bacon and eggs. It smelled good. "You can cook?" she asked Faith surprised.

"Good morning to you too," Faith said, ignoring the question.

"Morning," Cordelia muttered. "I'd have thought it would be Wesley who'd do the cooking?" she tried again.

This time Faith turned around and smirked at her. "Are you kidding? He's capable of burning water in the microwave."

"Make one little mistake, and they hold it against you for years," Wesley's sleep voice came from the doorway. He rubbed his eyes and stared at both women. "Morning," he said.

Faith and Cordelia looked at him and then at each other. They couldn't help but giggle. Cordelia felt a shimmer of hope surge though her. She had missed teasing Wesley. And maybe, just maybe, she could become friends with Faith.

Sighing, Wesley walked over to the kitchen counter and started to make coffee. "At least I can make drinkable coffee," he muttered.

Taking a closer look at her old friends, Cordelia had to laugh again. "Oh my god, you two are like so...couple-y," She grinned. "Or you can't afford to buy more then one pair of pyjamas?" She giggled.

Faith and Wesley grinned at each other. She was wearing the top of the pyjama, he the pants. They liked it that way. "It saves on the money," Wesley deadpanned. He took a few plates and handed them over to Faith.

"Lorne already went over to the Hyperion, to set up the wards and stuff," Cordelia said. She nodded her thanks at Faith when the Slayer handed over a full plate.

Wesley looked over at Cordelia worriedly. "Did you two have a talk?" he asked, trying to sound casual. He sat down at the table with his own plate.

"Hmmm, this is actually good Faith," Cordelia said surprised. She swallowed and glanced at Wesley. "Yes Wes, Lorne and I had talk. We'll be alright," she smiled.

"Good," Wesley said, pulling a hand through his hair. "That's good to hear."

"You're damn lucky to have such good friends Cor," Faith mumbled through her mouthful of food.

"That remains to be seen," Cordelia sighed. She pushed here plate away, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore.

Reaching over, Wesley patted her hand. "It'll be alright," he said softly.

Looking up, Cordelia gave him a shaky smile. "God Wes, I hope so."

They all went silent, eating their breakfast. No one really sure what to say. They were all thinking about what they were about to do later that today. Then they heard the door open and shut.

"You lot got any Wetabix or something?" Spike asked, striding into the kitchen as if he owned the place.

He was met with three blank stares. "Pardon?" Wesley asked after a moment of silence.

"We-ta-bix," Spike said slowly, as if he was talking to a five year old. "Tastes great with the blood," he said, holding up a packet. "Didn't have time to get some meself."

"Ewww!" Both Cordelia and Faith made a face. They were glad they had already finished their breakfast. "Spike, that's just gross!" Cordy blurted out.

Neither of them were skittish of blood, or slime or anything like that. Not after all they'd seen. Slime demons; nasty wounds, living with vampires. But food, was another thing all together. One didn't mess around with food.

Wesley grinned and walked over to the cabinet. "I believe we may have some," he said, rummaging through the cabinets. After a moment he found what he was looking for. "Ah," he said, pulling out the box and handing it over to Spike.

"Ta mate," Spike grinned, pulling the bowl of blood out of the microwave. He opened the box and started putting the contents into the blood.

"I'm gonna get dressed," Faith jumped from her chair and walked to the bedroom.

"Yes, me as well," Wesley padded after her toward the bedroom.

"Don't be as loud as last night!" Cordelia yelled after them.

"Shut up Cor!" Faith yelled back, her voice held a hint of amusement though.

Grinning, Cordelia made her way over to the bathroom, getting ready herself.

*~*~*~

The old Hyperion held a lot of memories. Good and bad. They slammed into Cordelia and Wesley as they entered the hotel late in the afternoon. Lorne was already waiting for them.

"All set then?" Spike asked, striding around the building curious. So this was where the big fall out had happened. Among other things.

"Yep," Lorne sat down on one of the sofa. "All the wards are in place, I even did a little cleaning up. Helped get me through the day," he shrugged.

Wesley suppressed a smile, when he thought about the many cleaning frenzies Cordelia had gone through. After a vision, or when she had been worried.

"Fuck, this place is huge!" Faith exclaimed. "I totally forgot how big this place was." She walked around the lobby, picking up things here and there.

"So, now we wait?" Spike asked, lounging on one of the sofa's.

"We wait," Cordelia said. Sighing she sat down next to Lorne, giving him a tiny smile as he patted her knee.

"It'll be alright sweetie," Lorne said. He didn't think he sounded very convincing. "I left them the message to meet us here and used our secret emergency code." He wrapped his arm around Cordy and gave her a quick hug. "It'll be fine," he said. He didn't think it sounded anymore convincing then the fist time he'd said it.

Looking around, Faith noticed that Wesley had wandered off into the office. Moving silently, she joined him. She circled her arms around his waist from behind, giving him a comforting hug.

Wesley put his hands over hers and kept looking around. There we still some old books scattered around here and there; some stray papers, and a lot of dust. "This used to be my office," he said softly.

"I know," Faith answered. She let go off Wesley and picked up one of the old books. "One of yours?"

Wesley took the book, and looked at it. "I think so," he said, caressing the worn leather bound gently. He leaned back against the desk and thought about the good times they had in this Hotel.

Teasing Angel; bonding with Gunn; snark-fights with Cordy, and coaxing shy Fred out of her shell. There had been small parties; the late night after slay dinners, the many games they played when bored. Wesley smiled at the memories.

Walking over, Faith hugged him again, noticing the distant smile on his face. "Good memories?"

"Yes," Wesley said, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "A lot of good memories," he whispered.

Spike walked into the office. For once he didn't make one of his patented remarks. Instead, he looked a bit worried. "They're here," he said, nodding his head toward the lobby.

Taking in a deep breath, Faith and Wesley followed the vampire out of the office. They found themselves face to face with their old friends. Fred, Gunn...and Angel. None of them looking very pleased.

"Lorne!" Fred squealed, moving away from the group. She hugged the demon tightly. "We were so worried about you!"

"I'm alright Fredikins," Lorne said, returning the hug.

Both Gunn and Angel nodded at Lorne, their faces showing relief that their friend seemed to be alright.

"What's going on here?" Angel wanted to know, his eyes locked with Cordelia.

"Who are these two?" Gunn demanded, nodding toward Wesley and Faith.

"And what is Spike doing here!" Angel said a little louder. It was obvious to anyone, that neither man was pleased.

Cordelia moved closer to them, trying to find the right words. "I...I did something," she began. "I thought I'd done the right thing, but now...I'm not so sure."

"What did you do Cordy?" Angel asked, frowning at her.

"I took something away from all of you, especially you Angel," Cordelia said, looking at the floor again.

"What?!" Gunn and Angel moved closer to Cordelia, obviously wanting to get to the bottom of this.

Cordelia looked up again. "I just want you to know that...that I'm sorry," She whispered.

A strange sound could be heard and all heads swirled over to Fred and Lorne. Fred was on the floor, while Lorne was holding a gun.

Both Gunn and Angel were about to question the demon. Suddenly they too, felt a searing pain in their heads, while everything turned white. With a loud thud, they fell to the floor.

Wesley and Spike, put down their memory guns and looked at their fallen friends.

"Let's make sure they're as comfortable as possible," Wesley said. With Faith's help he moved Gunn over to one of the sofa's. He then helped Spike, who was doing the same with Angel. Lorne had already moved Fred in a more comfortable position.

"And we wait again," Cordelia sighed, sinking onto the floor, next to the sofa that held Angel. There was no turning back now, the deed was done. And she wasn't looking forward to any of them waking up. It was going to be a long wait, but it was never going to be long enough.

Part 7