Part 9<\/b><\/p>\n
Opportunity<\/em> Love for the asking<\/em> Entranced by the truth<\/em> Dim light flooded the hospital corridors now that the sun had set, a sign to visitors that it was time to let the patients sleep. Most complied with nursing staff directives to leave for the evening, though a few stragglers remained.<\/p>\n Buffy entered through the open emergency room door. She rounded the corner to the main hallway before anyone noticed her naturally stealthy stride. Heading up the stairwell, she arrived on the small 3-West Observation Unit. Gunn had told her she would find Angel there\u2026 and Cordelia, of course, now designated as an overnight stay in room 3102.<\/p>\n There were too many things to say to wait until morning. Gunn wasn\u2019t so keen on the idea of Buffy Summers bothering either one of his friends after all that had happened, but he quickly discovered the Slayer wasn\u2019t very good at listening when the ideas were contrary to her own decisions.<\/p>\n Others argued far better reasons to go to the hospital than her, Gunn had said. Wes and Fred wanted to see Cordelia. They were family, not just old high school buddies and he had heard enough Patrol Tales from Cordelia to know the Slayer didn\u2019t really fall into the category of a close friend. Even Xander had a legitimate argument about going first, being the ex-boyfriend.<\/p>\n Buffy stalked directly up to the six-foot-five Gunn, looked him straight in the eye even though she had to tilt her head back to do it, and told him, \u201cI\u2019m not just being selfish. Everyone wants to go. We\u2019re all concerned about Cordelia, but I\u2019m worried about Angel too.\u201d<\/p>\n She remembered Gunn not being especially impressed with her reasoning. Explaining to him still didn\u2019t get her the ready agreement she expected, \u201cWe\u2019ve made a decision about what to do with the Trio and I want Angel to know about it before I go through with the plan.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI ain\u2019t stopping you Blondie,\u201d Gunn pursed his lips and held up his hands in the air in mock surrender. \u201cJust saying Angel\u2019s not gonna be in the mood to catch up on old times.\u201d<\/p>\n For some reason, Buffy had the distinct feeling he was the type of person that didn\u2019t easily trust other people. Unless it was something Cordelia had said. \u201cThe Geek Trio\u2019s chained up in the basement. I\u2019m not going to keep them locked up downstairs forever and after what happened earlier, it\u2019s probably not a good idea to let Angel have another shot at Warren.\u201d<\/p>\n Gunn had to agree, \u201cI\u2019m with you on that one. What\u2019s the plan?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe others can catch you up,\u201d Buffy told him as she headed for the door. \u201cCheck in with Wesley. He\u2019s got news on that gizmo Fred\u2019s been tinkering with.\u201d<\/p>\n Now at Room 3102, Buffy pressed the handle releasing the latch, pushed the door open and stared inside. Cordelia lay still in the bed, the covers tucked around her waist, arms resting at her sides. A blue pump flashed digital red numbers in the dim light of the room silently infusing clear fluids through the IV taped to her arm.<\/p>\n The only sound in the room was the barely detectible creak of wood and faux leather from the chair in the corner. Buffy\u2019s eyes darted in that direction, but saw nothing. It had to be Angel moving around.<\/p>\n She wasn\u2019t surprised when he said her name from only a few feet away, but his next words were unexpected: \u201cVisiting hours are over.\u201d<\/p>\n It took a moment to adjust to the idea of it again as Buffy let her other senses reach out and try to envision the face and form of her ex-boyfriend. \u201cI know, but I had to come. How is she?\u201d<\/p>\n Glancing over his shoulder, Angel instantly found himself lost in his thoughts again as he counted up the number of times Cordelia had been in danger because of him. This wasn\u2019t the first time he\u2019d stayed at her bedside wondering if she would regain consciousness or recover from whatever mystic event was traumatizing her.<\/p>\n There was no magick involved with Cordelia\u2019s injuries this time, no demon to dispatch for necessitating her presence in the cold, sterile environment of the hospital.<\/p>\n The guilty party was all too human and it was his fist rather than magick that had resulted in Cordelia being rushed to the emergency room. Warren Meers was lucky to be alive. He wouldn\u2019t be if it hadn\u2019t been for the fact that he was in the protective custody of the Slayer at the time.<\/p>\n She\u2019d stopped Angel from snapping that deserving neck, a fact that he was still disgruntled about.<\/p>\n Warren Meers and his two cronies deserved punishment. He\u2019d left it to the others to decide what that might be as every scenario he came up with involved painful torture followed slowly by death.<\/p>\n Angel felt certain that if Cordelia revealed anything else to him, neither Buffy nor any of the others would stop him from exacting an extremely permanent form of revenge.<\/p>\n \u201cCordy\u2019s sleeping now,\u201d Angel explained quietly. \u201cShe regained consciousness for a short time down in the emergency room, but has been in and out of it since then.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you\u2019ve talked to her?\u201d<\/p>\n Shaking his head, Angel answered, \u201cShe\u2019s been confused. Just calling out and asking for me or Connor.\u201d<\/p>\n Buffy moved toward the bed to take a closer look, her keen eyesight detecting the dark bruise across Cordelia\u2019s cheek, even in the dimly lit room. She was stopped by Angel\u2019s hand closing around her upper arm. This was more than just being protective: it seemed that he didn\u2019t even want to take a chance she might disturb Cordelia.<\/p>\n Everything Angel said to her on the phone came flooding back. Making no further move toward the sleeping seer, Buffy simply told him, \u201cAngel, you should come back to my house. Get some rest.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf I do that right now, Warren\u2019s a dead man,\u201d Angel growled and dropped his hand.<\/p>\n Knowing that Angel wasn\u2019t kidding about Warren considering the fact that he had nearly killed the guy, Buffy decided she needed to lighten things up just a little. She didn\u2019t like hearing Angel make comments that sounded like they were coming from Angelus.<\/p>\n \u201cConnor seems like a happy little guy,\u201d Buffy put a smile on her face. \u201cAnya keeps asking Xander if they\u2019ll ever have one.\u201d<\/p>\n With a laugh, Buffy recalled Anya demanding, \u201cXander, I want a baby. Now. Let\u2019s go make one.\u201d No wonder Xander was eager to take his turn guarding the Trio.<\/p>\n Not to be sidetracked, Angel commented, \u201cWarren\u2019s lucky Connor is fine. We\u2019ll see if he stays lucky as soon as I hear from Cordy what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n Trying another tactic, Buffy explained, \u201cWesley says he has news. Something about the ray gun, a rock, a gypsy and a guy named Lorne.\u201d<\/p>\n Unseen by Buffy, Angel\u2019s mouth gaped in reaction to the mention of the Pylean\u2019s name. \u201cWes called Lorne?\u201d Inwardly, Angel kicked himself for not even considering the fact that Lorne was waiting at home for news on Connor and Cordy. He should have made that call or ensured somebody else did.<\/p>\n Buffy shrugged, \u201cYes, guess so.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood,\u201d Angel responded only to shift his attention to Cordelia again as her breathing pattern changed. She wasn\u2019t sleeping as deeply as before. He focused on the steady sounds that reassured him Cordelia would eventually be okay.<\/p>\n It was quiet in the room, the only sounds distant voices from the nurses\u2019 station. Buffy felt as if she was intruding, that she wasn\u2019t part of this. Invisible or not, that bothered her. Buffy shifted positions as her thoughts turned to another vampire and the very confusing and somewhat disturbing nature of their non-relationship.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething you need to tell me, Buffy?\u201d The question startled her and Buffy stared back as if she was a five-year old with her hand caught in the cookie jar.<\/p>\n Spike! No, he didn\u2019t know about Spike, Buffy reasoned. Though there was something she needed to talk to him about that involved the blond vampire. \u201cYes, actually.\u201d<\/p>\n Angel quirked an eyebrow as he silently reacted to her admission that there was something to be said. When Buffy had stopped him from killing Warren, he\u2019d noticed that she was draped in a familiar scent. Combined with Dawn\u2019s not-so-subtle hints earlier in the day, it proved that Buffy was somehow involved with Spike.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s about the Trio,\u201d Buffy announced having become used to calling the three geeks by their group identity over the past few hours. \u201cThey need to pay for what they\u2019ve done, Angel, but it\u2019s not going to be with their lives.\u201d<\/p>\n He\u2019d already come to the conclusion that would be the case. It was ensuring that the bastards were rightfully punished that concerned him. Dropping them off in front of the police station with claims of kidnapping would get them nowhere considering the circumstances.<\/p>\n Though Cordelia probably had a legal case with the physical evidence to back her up against Warren, the punishment he would receive would be minimal compared to what he deserved.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere are they now?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy basement,\u201d Buffy answered. \u201cI have an idea. It\u2019s a little off-the-wall, but since we can\u2019t get the local authorities involved it\u2019s the only thing I can think of that would substitute for prison.\u201d<\/p>\n Angel could think of one circumstance he\u2019d agree too right off the bat, \u201cPlanning to send them on a one-way trip to a hell dimension?\u201d<\/p>\n Coming from Angel, it was a little too much of a reminder of their shared past for comfort\u2019s sake. She\u2019d sent him to hell in order to stop Acathla.<\/p>\n \u201cActually, Wes ruled that option out,\u201d Buffy admitted with a tinge of pink showing on her cheeks. Then pointing out that it wasn\u2019t her idea, \u201cFred suggested sending the guys to a place called Pylea, but they decided it was better to keep the Trio around in case there are problems reversing your invisibility. So we settled on an alternate plan. My\u2026 contact is setting things up now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust do it, Buffy,\u201d instructed Angel not even bothering for details, wanting this whole mess to be over so he could take his friends and family back home to resume their lives again. \u201cTell your contact<\/i> to make damn certain the Trio<\/i> know never to set foot in LA because if Warren Meers ever crosses my path again, he won\u2019t have time to beg for mercy.\u201d<\/p>\n Shuddering at the cold tone in Angel\u2019s voice, Buffy stood in the half-open doorway looking a little shocked at his words. She wasn\u2019t used to feeling uncomfortable or out of place in his presence. The invisibility had nothing to do with it.<\/p>\n This was all about Angel being in super-protective mode over Cordelia and Connor, something Buffy realized she wasn\u2019t a part of in any way, shape or form.<\/p>\n Noting the little frown on Buffy\u2019s delicate face and realizing he had managed to hurt her feelings, Angel curbed his emotions. Cordelia would no doubt gripe at him for giving himself one more thing to brood about, but he wasn\u2019t about to take back what he\u2019d said.<\/p>\n Softening his tone, Angel asked, \u201cWas there something else?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI just wanted to be here for you\u2026if you needed me,\u201d the words came out as a soft whisper.<\/p>\n Angel saw a hint of hope lighting those eyes. For what, he wasn\u2019t quite certain. He\u2019d come to comfort her when occasion demanded it. Was that all this was, Buffy\u2019s attempt at reciprocation? Somehow, despite whatever was going on between Spike and her, he knew there was more to it.<\/p>\n \u201cGo home, Buffy,\u201d he pulled the door open wider. \u201cI\u2019m not leaving here until I\u2019m sure Cordy\u2019s okay.\u201d<\/p>\n Starting to leave, Buffy paused in the doorway, resolving to take this opportunity to tell him, \u201cAngel\u2026there is someth\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Cutting her off, Angel honestly didn\u2019t want to hear the details, \u201cIf it\u2019s about Spike, don\u2019t bother. I already know.\u201d<\/p>\n A hitch sounded in her breath before Buffy swallowed down her surprise. \u201cThen I\u2019ll see you\u2026or not\u2026later.\u201d<\/p>\n The door closed behind Buffy Summers as she left the hospital room. Turning, she moved toward the stairwell at a run, throwing open the fire door uncaring that it banged forcefully against the wall as she darted down the steps.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n An hour passed by as Angel sat unmoving in the straight-backed chair in the corner, having resumed his vigil after Buffy\u2019s departure. The nurse\u2019s aide came in once to check Cordelia\u2019s vital signs followed by the night shift nurse who performed her duties with quiet efficiency.<\/p>\n Making an effort to rouse Cordelia to verify her level of consciousness resulted in yet another mumbled plea, \u201cAngel\u2026Angel\u2026Connor\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n But it was followed by Cordelia\u2019s eyelids flickering open and the response had Angel darting out of the chair to stand on the opposite side of the bed as the nurse asked her some questions and confirmed that she knew she\u2019d had an accident.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere\u2019s Connor?\u201d He almost answered, but somehow held back.<\/p>\n \u201cThere was a tall, good looking guy here earlier,\u201d the nurse told her, \u201cbut he left when visiting hours were over. We have a contact cell phone number on your chart if you want to call him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know it,\u201d Cordelia struggled to sit up and the nurse quickly pressed a button on the siderail raising the head of the bed up to a comfortable angle.<\/p>\n Asking, \u201cYou want the light on or off?\u201d the nurse prepared to flip a switch on the console next to the bed.<\/p>\n \u201cOff,\u201d Cordelia held up a hand. Her head hurt and the thought of light glaring in her eyes was not a pleasant one.<\/p>\n After a few more minutes, ensuring that Cordelia didn\u2019t need anything else, the nurse picked up the unopened water jug on the bedside table and left the room. Having closed the door behind her to block out the hallway noise, the room was again plunged into near darkness with only the moonlight peeping in along the edges of the room.<\/p>\n \u201cCordy,\u201d Angel sounded out her name hoping he wouldn\u2019t scare her. Cordelia looked around, but the lack of light prevented her from zeroing in on anything resembling the outline of the vampire.<\/p>\n Just the sound of his voice brought tears of relief to glisten in her eyes. \u201cAngel? Oh, God, you\u2019re really here.\u201d<\/p>\n She fumbled for the light switch, but couldn\u2019t easily reach it. Preferring the darkness, Angel sat down beside her and pulled her hand down threading his fingers through hers. Cordelia immediately threw her other arm around his shoulder, the dark not preventing her from instinctively knowing him.<\/p>\n After pulling Angel into a tight hug and pressing her unbruised cheek against him, she huffed and then slapped a hand against his shoulder, \u201cDon\u2019t ever do that to me again! I thought they vaporized you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey didn\u2019t,\u201d Angel began trying to think of a way to tell her that he was invisible. \u201cActually\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere\u2019s Connor?\u201d<\/p>\n Angel felt her pull back a couple of inches, the sound of her heartbeat quickening as she reacted with an instant sense of fear that something had happened to the baby. \u201cHe\u2019s safe. Fred\u2019s taking care of him while I\u2019m here with you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAndrew took him,\u201d Cordelia grumbled at the thought of that annoyingly sweet bad guy snatching Connor out of her arms. \u201cWhere is he? Did you get the other two?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAll three of them,\u201d Angel confirmed as he cupped her uninjured cheek in his hand. \u201cDon\u2019t stress over it.\u201d<\/p>\n A soft \u2018pfft\u2019 sounded followed by a grumbled, \u201cJust wait until I get my hands on Warren.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s being dealt with,\u201d promised Angel even if the method wasn\u2019t his preference. Unless Cordelia told him something that would alter those plans.<\/p>\n Angel explained how they had found her in the garage, knocked out and bleeding from a head wound. \u201cI couldn\u2019t get to you, Cordy. The barrier prevented me from getting in the house.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey, it\u2019s not everyday Willow Rosenberg comes to my rescue,\u201d Cordelia grinned, her hand still entwined with his. Then she told him, \u201cWarren was angry about his plans being screwed up. Guess he took it out on me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, the bastard has a matching black eye to go along with the one he gave you.\u201d Angel managed to get in a hard punch before Buffy stopped him from wrapping his arm around Warren\u2019s neck. \u201cYour face is bruised and the ER doctor used some fancy gluing technique on your scalp so he didn\u2019t have to shave any of your hair.\u201d<\/p>\n With her free hand, Cordelia reached back to feel the sore spot on her head. The hair on either side of the wound felt like it was braided together. \u201cIt\u2019s not like I haven\u2019t had bald spots before now. At least there are no demon spawn involved this time.\u201d<\/p>\n Finally getting to the question he\u2019d been torturing himself with for the past few hours Angel smoothed his hand down her back as he asked her, \u201cDid he try anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n Despite the dark, Cordelia sensed the tension there. Though she was certain given more time and opportunity, Warren would have lived up to his creepy innuendoes, Cordelia was happy to report,<\/p>\n \u201cNo. Warren was too focused on finding out what went wrong with his little invention. Angel, they were planning to create an online auction where you could sell anything\u2026 starting with Connor. They were going to sell him to the highest bidder and use the money to fund their scheme to take over Sunnydale.\u201d<\/p>\n Angel knew part of it from what they\u2019d said back at the Hyperion. \u201cDid they have time to contact buyers?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, they were too busy trying to keep me in line and look after the baby,\u201d Cordelia let out a little satisfied sound.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ve always been a handful,\u201d Angel leaned in a little.<\/p>\n Releasing his hand, Cordelia crossed her arms in front of her as she sat back. \u201cDon\u2019t go there, buddy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust stating a fact,\u201d he found himself grinning like an idiot at the thought of even trying to handle Cordelia. If anyone handled anybody around Angel Investigations, that shoe was definitely on the other foot.<\/p>\n \u201cRemind me to take the PTB off my Christmas list,\u201d Cordelia quickly redirected their conversation. \u201cMy visions aren\u2019t always clear, but that one made me think you were a goner.\u201d<\/p>\n Angel had his hand on her shoulder again, his thumb rubbing a little circle along her collarbone. Though aware of the fact, he just couldn\u2019t seem to stop touching her as if he needed to reassure himself that she was okay. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it. It\u2019s over, for the most part. You\u2019ve been through enough.\u201d<\/p>\n Lifting her hand to cover his, Cordelia pulled it down to her lap holding it between her own. \u201cYou\u2019d tell me if something had happened to Connor, right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI caught Andrew as soon as he stepped out of the house,\u201d Angel assured her with a squeeze of his hand. \u201cConnor\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n A pause followed just before Cordelia asked, \u201cWhat about you?\u201d Letting go of Angel\u2019s hand, she lifted both and started feeling for injuries despite the darkness.<\/p>\n Her hands slid along the sleeves of his leather jacket to grab onto the lapels and pull it from his shoulders. She was slowly moving her hands across his chest when Angel grabbed her wrists. \u201cThere\u2019s just one minor thing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs that why you\u2019ve been hiding out in the dark?\u201d she asked him. \u201cLet me see.\u201d<\/p>\n Angel quickly told her, \u201cThere\u2019s nothing to see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAaaaaaangel,\u201d she complained knowing that he was hiding the truth.<\/p>\n He responded automatically, \u201cCor-de-li-aaaa,\u201d somehow knowing he wasn\u2019t going to win this one. There wasn\u2019t really an easy way to tell someone you cared about that you were invisible.<\/p>\n \u201cTurn on the lights,\u201d Cordelia demanded.<\/p>\n \u201cI need to explain first. This might be a shock,\u201d he told her. \u201cThe weapon they used made me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Cordelia butted in before he could finish explaining, \u201cInvisible? I wanna see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou know?\u201d Angel was the one reeling in shock. Finally, he reminded her, \u201cThere\u2019s nothing to see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cExactly,\u201d Cordelia nodded her head. \u201cI wanna feel what I\u2019m not seeing.\u201d<\/p>\n Angel released her wrists and then Cordelia felt the bed shift under his weight. A moment later a click sounded as he flipped the light switch causing her to squint for a second before slowly adjusting to the light. Cordelia saw Angel\u2019s jacket draped next to her and the depression in the bed covers next to her where she could feel his thigh pressed against hers, but he was most definitely invisible.<\/p>\n \u201cTo quote my kidnappers\u2026cool,\u201d she grinned at him. Experimentally, Cordelia poked Angel\u2019s chest with her finger. Her hands spread out to wander over the shape of his torso that she knew well enough from her stints as Florence Nightingale, but curiosity kept her going.<\/p>\n Tugging the edge of his shirt from his pants, Cordelia lifted it up only to frown a little as the skin underneath was invisible to her view. As her hand skimmed the cool skin of his taut abdominal muscles, she asked, \u201cWhat\u2019s it feel like?\u201d<\/p>\n Those soft fingertips and rounded nails rasping across Angel\u2019s flesh stirred up an automatic response that had him closing his eyes and imagining Cordelia was asking that question for an altogether different reason.<\/p>\n The answer he gave was just as involuntary, \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n A soft snort followed as Cordelia\u2019s hand dropped down to his thigh, \u201cDork. I meant what\u2019s it like to be invisible?\u201d<\/p>\n Angel cleared his throat when the realization hit that he had spoken aloud. Finally, he commented, \u201cThere\u2019s one interesting side effect. Daylight doesn\u2019t burn me to a crisp.\u201d Then he noticed Cordelia\u2019s eyes had dropped down to her hand as it moved along the invisible stretch of his thigh.<\/p>\n An octave lower than normal, he managed to sound out her name as her fingers moved a little higher than before, \u201cCordy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHmm?\u201d Cordelia mumbled distractedly as her touch slid along the smooth threads of his trousers. Caught up somewhere between amusement at touching something that was invisible and the knowledge that it was Angel\u2019s body beneath her fingertips, she couldn\u2019t seem to stop.<\/p>\n \u201cI think you\u2019ve explored enough,\u201d Angel\u2019s voice sounded its husky complaint though he made no move to push her hand away.<\/p>\n Making no apology, Cordelia simply grinned and moved her hand to rest in her lap. More seriously, she asked Angel, \u201cThis isn\u2019t permanent is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFred and Wes will have it fixed in no time,\u201d he certainly hoped that was the truth.<\/p>\n \u201cGood, that\u2019s good. It\u2019s just\u2026,\u201d Cordelia trailed off, looking thoughtful.<\/p>\n Almost afraid to find out what she was thinking, Angel finally asked, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n Cordelia\u2019s mouth quirked into a smile of pure mischief, \u201cThis could be fun.\u201d<\/p>\n A short rap sounded on the door followed immediately by the entry of Cordelia\u2019s nurse into the room. Angel jumped off of the bed, displacing the blanket and making the metal siderails squeak.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat was that?\u201d the nurse blinked as she glanced around, her eyes sliding across Cordelia and the bed. At Cordelia\u2019s shrug, she further commented, \u201cI thought I heard voices.\u201d<\/p>\n Letting out a little laugh, Cordelia told her, \u201cThat was me just talking to my invisible friend.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMmm, hmm. People who have head injuries shouldn\u2019t joke about invisible buddies coming to see them after visiting hours are over,\u201d she set the jug of ice water down on Cordelia\u2019s bedside table and moved toward the closed bathroom door where she obviously assumed the unseen visitor was hiding.<\/p>\n Knocking twice, the nurse called out, \u201cDon\u2019t forget your jacket on the way out.\u201d<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Spike and Buffy sat side by side atop a large granite bench serving as a cremation marker along the edge of Sunnydale Cemetery. It bordered the adjacent woods where they just had a meeting with the Gorana Beast that had taken the Trio into custody.<\/p>\n It was weird, Buffy decided, how strangely familiar being around Spike seemed to be compared to her awkward meeting with Angel at the hospital. That rattled her more than she cared to admit. It looked like there was too much water under that bridge, after all.<\/p>\n How did she define what was left behind, friendship? That thought alone was upsetting.<\/p>\n The Hellmouth remained her obligation and Angel\u2019s was in Los Angeles. He didn\u2019t just survive there without her. Apparently, he had a whole life going on that she didn\u2019t even know existed. Buffy longed for a life that had nothing to do with slaying, a normal life, but she\u2019d always imagined it with Angel no matter the distance still separating them.<\/p>\n Then again, what was normal? Sitting in a cemetery with Spike after demony on-goings felt almost\u2014 comforting. The idea was jarring enough to rattle her.<\/p>\n \u201cSo what\u2019d they do?\u201d Spike asked for the first time as he lit up a cigarette.<\/p>\n Buffy gave him an annoyed look. She\u2019d told him not to ask too many questions. \u201cI\u2019d rather not say.\u201d<\/p>\n Pointing out, \u201cIt\u2019s not too late to catch up with them. I could ask the nerds myself.\u201d<\/p>\n Seeing that he wasn\u2019t about to let this go, Buffy kept the explanation as simple as possible, \u201cThey took something that belonged to Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n Thinking about it for a second or two as he took a deep drag from his cigarette, he gave a short nod, concluding, \u201cThe cheerleader, huh? Angel always gets in a snit when that happens.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothin\u2019.\u201d Spike wasn\u2019t about to remind her of the whole Gem of Amarra fiasco.<\/p>\n Buffy coughed at the smoke fumes until Spike rolled his eyes at her exaggerated attempt at waving it out of her face. He put the cigarette out on the corner of the bench, pocketing the butt for later consumption.<\/p>\n She asked him, \u201cSo, you think this will really work? They\u2019re not gonna escape tomorrow are they?\u201d<\/p>\n She wasn\u2019t certain she could trust Spike or his beastly buddy despite the vampire\u2019s assurances. A year of imprisonment away from all things technological would be akin to torture for the computer geeks. Just the mention of it had brought a look of dread to their faces, quickly followed by whining and begging for mercy.<\/p>\n \u201cNot unless they want their entire mint condition Star Wars Action Figure collection destroyed,\u201d an evil grin spread across Spike\u2019s face. \u201cI\u2019ll be holding it as collateral.\u201d<\/p>\n Seeing that Buffy was smiling at him for the first time in\u2026 ever, Spike took it as a good sign and continued, \u201c\u2018Sides, if they can escape the clutches of a Gorana Beast, they deserve freedom.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt won\u2019t kill them, will it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cChauncey?\u201d Spike was surprised Angel hadn\u2019t handled that bit himself. \u201cNah! The old devil owes me a bundle in Kitten Poker. Figured I\u2019d call in the favor. He\u2019s the guardian of a Nestor demon lair somewhere off Route 66 and needs some help with a little manual labor. Amongst their other duties, the geeks will be shoveling demon goo on a daily basis.\u201d<\/p>\n
\n Revelations lost and found<\/em>
\n Speaking from the heart.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Desire burning brightly<\/em>
\n Awaiting response.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n As resounding echoes sound<\/em>
\n Time for acceptance.<\/em><\/p>\n