I looked at myself in the mirror. Man, I feel like a tool, which is a dumb ass thing to think. Three years ago, I'm life changed forever...in a number of ways. My name is Ash, and after the ugly I've faced over the years, I have never been so scaried. Three years ago, I found out that I had a daughter, Faith. It seems we were in the same line of work...kicking the shit out of dead things that kept walking around. With the help of her friends, I finally got rid of those damn, dirty Deadites...for good this time. After talking it over with Buffy, it was decided that I would be part of Faith's team: an 'undead special forces' type of team.
All right, enough of the trip down memory lane: time to get on with is. You see, about six years ago, Faith meet this guy, Robin Woods. He's a nice enough guy, very handy with knives. A knock on the door announced that the time had come. Xander walks me out, and I see Faith in her dress. I take her arm and walk her to the altar where Robin is waiting. Even though I have only known her for a few years, it was still special. My daughter was getting married. I stood next to Xander in the downtown church in Cleveland, Ohio and he leaned over to me.
"Uh...Ash....can you take that off?" he asks, pointing to what was strapped on my back.
"What...no Boomstick!?"
The Padre begins the service. They exchange vows, and rings, and my daughter is now Faith Woods. After the service, we had a small party at my new house. It was just Faith, Robin, Xander, Andrew, the five Slayers that were part of the team and myself. Faith comes up to me and gives me a big hug.
"So dad, when are we going to go through this mess?"
"Faith, we hardly see each other anymore. She's over in Europe and we here back in the states."
"Shit, it's still fucking weird."
"What's weird about it?"
"Dad...you're over twenty-five years older than she is. And besides...she's like a sister to me."
"Faith...."
"Sorry, why don't you call her? She's probably back in London."
She was right....I walk over to the phone and dial her number. She picked up the phone. "Buffy, how are you doing, baby?"
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