"Giles!" Faith ran up to the Watcher in the hallway of the Old Sunnydale High.
"Faith, what are you doing here?" Giles asked.
"What's after him?" she demanded.
"It's because of what you did, I know that now," Giles told her.
"What I did?" Faith's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"Hm. Now, the others have gone on ahead." Giles pointed down the hall. "Now, listen very carefully. Your life may depend on what I'm about to tell you. You need - "
Faith tilted her head in confusion as Giles suddenly started speaking French.
"What? Go where? I don't understand!" she said, frustrated.
"Ce n'est pas le temps pour des jeux!" he replied.
Faith looked to the side as Sam walked up beside her.
"Faith," Sam said, then he started speaking French as well. "Il faut que tu viens avec nous maintenant. On t'attends."
"I don't... I can't hear you," Faith told him.
Sam took her hand. "C'est pas importante. Je t'escorte."
Giles took her other hand. "Allons-y la."
"Wait... where are we going?!"
~*~*~*~
A dark haired girl was braced against the wall, holding a weapon, ready to strike.
" I know who you are. And I can defeat you... with my intellect. I... can cripple you with my thoughts," Sam said.
The girl grabbed Sam's neck, pushing the weapon against the small of his back.
"Of course, you underestimate me. You couldn't know."
Sam's legs gave out as the knife plunged through his stomach.
"You never had a Watcher."