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Reprise Revised	By : Maren Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 4248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Email: marenfic@yahoo.com

Spoiler Warning: Angel Season 5 up to You�re Welcome�I�ve diverged at YW.

Disclaimer: I don�t own any of these characters, and I won�t be profiting off
of them.

Pairing: B/A and Wes/F

Feedback: Please!! Pretty please??

Author Note:< sty style='mso-spacerun:yes'> italics
generally indicate thoughts, although if it�s only one word it indicates
emphasis.

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It was two hours later when Wesley unlocked the front doors
to the Hyperion and moved aside to let Spike carry Buffy into the dark interior
of the lobby. He had no difficulty
finding a small couch to lay her on, even in the dark. There were definitely times when it paid to
be a vampire.

Gunn pushed in behind Spike and moved swiftly toward the
bank of master switches behind the front desk that would illuminate the vast
room with light. As soon as they could
see where they were going, the rest of the entourage entered.

Faith let out a long slow whistle. �You guys should abandon quarters more
often�this place looks better than it did when you lived here.�

�Yes, it looks as though Wolfram & Hart took care of the
upkeep while we were away,� Wes murmured, looking around the lobby with a
guarded, distrustful eyes. He looked to
Lorne. �Hear any humming?�

Lorne nodded in response.
�Barely�I think they�re shopping a little more upscale than Sharper
Image for their bugs these days,� he said.

mal>�Damn. It could take
us days to find all of the mics and cameras, and we need to start taking care
of the situation immediately,� Wes cursed, scowling.

Fred smiled sweetly, but Wesley couldn�t help but notice
that her smile wasn�t quite as sweet and innocent as it had been before their
move to the firm. �I�m way ahead of you,�
she said before setting the large black duffle bag she was carrying down at her
feet and unzipping it. She began to pull
out various pieces of equipment and handing one scanner to Gunn and a wand like
instrument to Lorne, she began to move slowly around the room with her own
instrument. �When it beeps you�ve found
one. They�re precise within one inch and
magically enhanced so that they can see through the most powerful electronic
cloaking spells available.�

Faith sank down into a large red chair, threw one leg over
its arm, and grinned at the seemingly innocent woman. She had dismissed her as relatively harmless
a long time ago, but she might have to reevaluate. Faith chuckled and raised one sculpted
eyebrow at Fred. �Miss goody-two-shoes
had a case of sticky fingers. I guess
the threat of bodily harm for stealing company resources didn�t bother you.�

Fred looked over her shoulder from where she was removing
the first mic she had found under the lip of the counter to give Faith a cute
smirk. �Please. Like they aren�t going to come after us
anytime they want to anyway. I figured
we might as well get some severance gifts out of the deal.�

Faith smirked back as she pulled a long, deadly looking
dagger out of the back of her pants. She
had seen it hanging on the wall of Angel�s old office as they were leaving, and
decided it would make a nice addition to her weapons collection. Screw Wolfram & Hart�she figured they
still owed her for trying to kill her anyway.

The sound of Buffy�s low moan of pain pulled her attention
back to the woman who was moving restlessly on the couch. They needed to hurry up and debug the place
so they could concentrate on finding out what was going on with her and take
care of it. With Angelus on the loose
out there they couldn�t risk having Buffy incapacitated. Not only would she be eaor hor him to pick
off, but they might need Buffy to be healthy enough to kill him if Faith and Willow
failed.

The sounds coming from Buffy pulled Gunn out of his own
trance. He wasn�t doing anyone any good
standing there brooding and if Gunn was anything, he was a man of action. Whether it was physical or mental, he needed
to be working whatever situation he found himself in.

�Got anymore of those things in that bag? I can take a bedroom upstairs, get it ready
for her,� he said, jerking his head in the direction of the couch holding Buffy
while addressing Fred.

Fred shook her head no, but handed him the scanner she had
been using. �Go ahead and take this one,
Charles. We should try to make her
comfortable as quickly as we can and then get to work.�

�I�ll accompany him,� Wesley said, giving Gunn another look
of distrust. It was clear to everyone in
the room that Wes was going to make sure that Gunn didn�t �accidentally� miss a
bug. Spike moved his body quickly in
front of Buffy�s as though to protect her from the fight that was inevitably
going to break out again as Faith jumped to her feet and began quickly moving
to where the twn stn stood eyeing each other angrily not 6 feet from one
another.

With a snort, Gunn turned away from the group and began to
walk toward the staircase. �Whatever,
man,� he bit out, glad that Wesley couldn�t see the look of hurt that he was
sure was plastered across his face. He
had known that keeping the knowledge of the Connor-wipe from his friends wasn�t
right, but he had been swept up in the feelings of power and authority that had
come with his new position at Wolfram & Hart, his new knowledge of the law,
and most of all, his new connection with the Conduit. It wasn�t even as though he hadn�t considered
the feelings of his friends in the matter.
He may have taunted Wes earlier about his history with Connor, but Gunn
had really thought that the other man would be happier, mor pea peace without
the memories of what he had done to Angel and his son. Not that he could claim that his decisions
had been based purely on altruism, but Gunn had genuinely thought that it might
be best for everyone if they could continue without memories of Connor.

For now he would concentrate on the work at hand and try his
best to forget for a few minutes about the loss of knowledge that he could feel
physically as though it were actually seeping out of his brain into a puddle on
the floor; forget for a few minutes about the loss of trust and camaraderie
that he could feel emanating from the other people in the hotel.

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Spike sat at the edge of the queen-size bed that held
Buffy�s sleeping form. She had finally
dozed off as the sun had heralded the beginning of another day, but her sleep
was fitful. He could hardly stand to see
her tiny frame, shaking and shivering despite the heavy down comforter covering
her, all alone in the big bed. He wanted
to slide under the covers with her, warm her with his body, but even if he
hadn�t realized that his cold body wouldn�t offer her any comfort, he knew he
couldn�t do it. She had been clear that
she couldn�t love him the way that he loved her. He hadn�t even needed to hear her say it�he�d
always known that her heart belonged to the creature whose name she
occasionally called out in her delirium.

�Angel. . .� Buffy whimpered in her sleep, as if on
cue. Spike scowled. Bastard
grandsire! he thought. Once they had
cleared the hotel of bugs and settled Buffy into a room, he had forced the
others to tell him the complete story about this Connor kid yoneyone was
yapping on about. He still found it
nearly impossible to believe that Angel and Darla had created a human kid, and
the very thought that he was the cause of the torture Buffy was going through
now made Spike want to rip Angel�s head from his shoulders with his bare
hands. Just like him to take what he wants without caring about the
consequences,ke tke thought, and then shook his head in the negative. That wasn�t quite right�at least not
anymore. Spending the last few months
fighting beside the other vampire had given him a little deeper insight into
Angel. Spike was genuinely puzzled that
he had gone to Buffy and lost his soul.
It seemed out of character foe gre gry ley leader that he had gotten to
know again.

His musings were interrupted when Buffy sat up in bed, her
eyes open for the first time since they had left the Wolfram & Hart
lab. He could hear the sound of her
heart racing, could smell the pain peaking now that she was conscious again,
but he could also smell something else . . . something like determination. Her scent wasn�t unlike her unique smell when
she went into battle against some big nasty.
He was familiar with it, and he was glad that at least for the moment,
she was fighting.

She looked around the room, confused, before settling her
eyes on Spike.

�Where . . . ?� she gritted out, the effort it took her to
speak clear to the vampire.

�We�re at Angel�s old hotel�got kicked out of Wolfram &
Hart,� he answered succinctly. She
didn�t look like she was in any shape forg exg explanations.

He was right.
�Bathroom?� she asked.

He pointed to a door on the left. �Right there.� As he watched her rise to her
feet with effort, he jumped up to offer her assistance. �Let me help, luv.�

Buffy glared at him.
�No. You, me, bathroom, bad
memories,� she forced out.

Take our offering of power
and strengthen this woman against that which consumes her from within.

Take our offering of
love and fortify this woman against that which consumes her from within.

Take our offering of
sacred familial blood and expel that which consumes her.
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