Faith turned, hearing a noise behind her, but before she could react, Logan had her pushed up against the wall, one hand against her hip, the other blocking her way out.
"I'd recognise that scent anywhere." He grinned faintly, licking his lips.
"Little far from Westchester," Faith commented.
"And you, far from LA," he countered.
"Seems both of us are far from home then," she said, raising an eyebrow. "This a happy coincidence, Logan?"
"Guess so, darlin'." Logan leant in closer, nostrils flaring as he caught another scent. "Who is he?"
"No one you know," she replied.
"Well, you're not wearing a ring," he said, glancing down.
"Would it stop you if I was?"
"Probably not." He grinned again, their lips centimetres apart.
Faith pushed him back forcefully. "Gonna have to stop you there."
Logan shrugged, but his hand remained on her waist. "Did you warn him you might just screw him and run? You really should be upfront with that."
"Always am."
The former lovers watched each other, anger in both of their eyes.
"How long before you get tired of the kid?"
"Who says I'm going to get tired of him?"
"I know you."
"You think you do," Faith laughed. "But you don't know anything about me."
She pushed him again, pulling out of his grasp. He grabbed her arm and she spun, punching him with her free hand, before he hit her back.
"Don't you miss this?"
"Not really," she answered.
Logan grabbed her by the shoulders from behind, pulling her against him, his breath hot on her neck. "You walked out on me, that's fine. I moved on."
"Seems to me you didn't," Faith replied, trying to shrug him off, but he held firm.
"But you could've given me heads up about the kid." His voice was low, dangerous.
"It didn't have anything to do with you."
"Those kids are my charges. I'm meant to protect them," he almost snarled.
"The mutants, sure," Faith told him coolly. "But Brand was my charge. I did what I had to do."
"Yeah, you just had to get him killed."
The Slayer threw her head back against his, smacking him square in the nose and he let her go, more out of shock than pain.
"In case you've forgotten, this is my life," she shot back. "You're not a part of it anymore."
"Oh no?" Logan challenged, quirking an eyebrow. "Your expression says different, darlin'."
"We're finished here," Faith scorned, turning to leave.
"You miss it, don't you?" Logan smirked. "The kid must be too gentle. I can see it in your eyes. It's Valentine's Day and you're out here, with me."
Faith whirled, right hand almost at his chin when he caught it.
"Did I hit a nerve?" he asked.
"Maybe I did," she returned bitingly. "Can you really not stand that I've moved on? Sorry that I didn't pine for you. But you really weren't that hard to get over."
Logan grabbed her by the neck and pushed her back against the wall, claws sliding out slowly.
"It didn't take me longer than a shower to get over you," she finished.
He lifted one fist away to plunge the claws deep, when her eyes flashed golden.
Logan flew back several metres, hitting the pavement hard and rolling over, cuts healing as they appeared.
Faith stood, watching in shock for a moment, before turning and running back to the motel, leaving Logan alone, struggling to stand.