A Crisis of Faith. 20

Part 20 While Faith proceeded to pound the hell out of it, Angel held onto the old leather punch bag, his booted feet…

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A Crisis of Faith. 18

Part 18 Not even aware that he had fallen asleep, Angel jerked into wakefulness, unsure of what had disturbed him. The almost imperceptible…

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A Crisis of Faith. 16

 Part 16 Wesley winced as the Plymouth unavoidably hit another rut. The street alongside Caritas was pitted worse than a teenager’s acne scarred…

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A Crisis of Faith. 14

Part 14 “We haven’t done this in a while,” Cordelia murmured, her voice taking on a dream-like quality. Angel was moving a soapy…

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A Crisis of Faith. 12

Part 12 Wesley was confused – something was wrong with this picture. Angel was remarkably composed for a man who had just lost…

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A Crisis of Faith. 10

Part 10 “This small talk is all very entertaining, but I think it’s about time we got down to business, don’t you?” Immediately…

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A Crisis of Faith 8

Part 8 “So, how you going?” Angel asked, squatting down next to the table that Willow was working at, with Wesley’s meticulous research…

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A Crisis of Faith. 6

Part 6 Knowing that she couldn’t really avoid being alone with Angel for much longer, Cordelia sighed and reached out a hand to…

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A Crisis of Faith. 4

Part 4 “She woke up.” Wesley sat down heavily on the brown leather couch as Angel, responding to Cordelia’s body language, enveloped his…

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