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Call for Help	By : LittleTenshi Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Call for Help
- 2-Chap 2
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BEWARE! They gonna sing!!! ^_^

+++ Still plenty of rooms – still no furniture +++

It had taken ten minutes to calm Spike down, who had toppled off the counter, howling with laughter.
Angel had poked his head into Wesley’s office, to get Lorne to agree on a private session at the Caritas.
Of course, the green demon had agreed. He had started to make phone calls and sneaked out of the Hyperion later.
But it wasn’t so easy to get the Sunnydalers out of the Hotel.
Buffy had – of course – disagreed with finding a hotel of their own. “I don’t see why we should leave. This is a hotel, isn’t it? It should have plenty of rooms!” “Plenty of rooms, yes,” Angel agreed. “Plenty of furniture, no!”
“There’s also no normal food in the kitchen. Just blood for me and Spike and I and maybe some Instant-Coffee.”
“Why?” Buffy pouted. “Don’t Wesley and Gunn live here too? What about Connor? Don’t you feed him?”
“Hey! Don’t drag me into this!” Connor yelled from the counter. “I only just arrived today!”
“Wesley and Gunn have their own apartments where they live. They only come here for work.” Angel frowned. Hadn’t Buffy gave him the brush-off some time ago? Talking about cookies? Why was she trying to make herself at home in HIS hotel?
“Buffy, I’m pretty sure it would be appreciated if we found a different hotel for tonight.” Giles had finally let go of the books. “I’m pretty sure Angel still has some work to do – and I’m not sure if I’m very comfortable with this dragon-head…”
“Oh, Giles, it’s already dead!” Buffy started to venture up the stairs. “So, which rooms would you suggest? First floor, second floor, third floor?”
Angel took a deep, unneeded breath. His own room was on the third – and so were the rooms of Xander’s Gang. “Take the first floor, the rooms are in better shape there than on the other floors!”
Wesley beat the vampire to an answer. “Angel, would you like Gunn and I to stay too?”
“The more the merrier!” Gunn grinned and went after Buffy. “Here, let me check those doors for you!”
Dawn tapped Angel lightly on the arm. “I’m very sorry about my sister. I have no clue what’s gotten into her…”
“Doesn’t matter…” Angel replied, a tired smile on his lips. “Why don’t Spike and I go get your bags from the car? Sure you brought luggage. Riley, you and Sam going to stay too?” Angel started walking towards the cars, Spike following, hoping that the two Finns would decline his offer.
“No, we will hop back to our little out-post. I brought some of my men along for the hunt. So we camp out of town. Buffy has my number, if she needs me!”
They said their farewells, whilst Spike and Angel carried bags for Buffy, Dawn, Willow and Giles upstairs. Wesley and Gunn had spare rooms with some of their things on the second floor – Fred’s floor.
When Angel fell onto his bed late in the night, still being able to hear Buffy roaming around her room, he suddenly felt so old…
When someone knocked on his door, Angel didn’t even lift his head. “What?” he just asked and was surprised to find Connor next to his bed moments later.
“Xander lets you know that he’s fine, but that he also would like to stay unnoticed by Buffy. I already told Wes and Gunn.”
“Wesley allows you to call him Wes?”
“Yupp, and Lorne headed for the Caritas. He told you to be there tomorrow after nightfall.”
“You’re a great messenger…” Angel smiled a little.
Then he suddenly pointed towards the middle of the room. “Your crib was over there. Right in the middle, so I could see you from wherever I was in the room.” Connor smiled.
“It was white, wasn’t it?” His father nodded.
“I’m just so sorry I wasn’t a better dad for you…”
“As long as you don’t hit and beat me everyday, you are a far more better father then the jerk I stayed with before I ran off.” He grabbed the blanket and tugged it up Angel’s body. “I’ll shut the windows!”
“You’re handling this whole vampire-issue rather well…” Angel told him, watching the boy move around the room. “Hey, I’m gaining a rather insane sister! I’ll deal.” He grinned at Angel. “Sleep tight and don’t mind the noise during the day, ‘cause, some of us? So not undead!” They both laughed and Connor left.
Angle lay awake for a while, pondering the strange happenings. Especially Xander and his Group. Xander, who seemed so different from the time in Sunnydale.
His door opening and closing brought him out of his thoughts and made him sit up.
A rather sleepy looking Connor in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt far too big for him, shuffled towards Angel.
“Had a nightmare, daddy…” he whined, in a voice more asleep then awake. “Wanna sleep here…”
And in the next moment he was crawling into Angel’s bed, curling up next to his father.
Angel looked astonished but laid himself down again, smiling at his already asleep son. Minutes later Angel joined him.

+++ Sleeping Arrangements +++

Spike had no real idea about the current time, but his inner clock told him to sleep, so he figured it must be day-time.
He wondered a little at why he couldn’t sleep, then got up and went in search of Xander’s room.
It wasn’t hard to find Xander with his vamp-senses. Spike simply listened for the right heartbeat and followed the right smell.
He found Xander in the middle of a king-size bed, two little kittens curled up on his legs, forcing the boy to sleep on his back.
“Hi Ink, hi Rei…” Spike went around the room, silently closing the heavy curtains, blocking the light out – for him, and to guarantee Xander some more sleep instead of being woken by the sun.
When he pulled back from the window close to the bed, Xander looked at him, his eye only half open, clouded with sleep.
“…Spike…? Wha tim ish ish…?” Spike couldn’t help himself and grinned at the slurred words.
"Dunno pet. Go back to sleep.”
Peering carefully at the windows, still more asleep than awake, Xander slurred: “Ish day… Wanna shleep too?” And he lifted the covers a bit.
Spike pondered this for half a second.
Go back to his own cold room and sleep in his own cold bed or snuggle up with the warm whelp.
Some decisions come easily…
Carefully Spike climbed into bed next to Xander, resting on his side as close to the boy as he could get.
“You ok?” “’M fine…” Xander shifted a bit, resting his shoulder and head against Spike’s chest.
Suddenly a wide grin spread over his face, eye closed. “’m comfy…” He mumbled in his best attempt to copy Spike.
“Oi! Git!” Spike pretended to be annoyed, but chuckled and moved an arm around Xander’s waist. “Sleep now,” he ordered – and Xander slept.
+
Spike had no idea when he had fallen asleep or how long he had slept, but he woke to impatient tapping on his shoulder.
Sleepily he looked up – noticing that Xander had turned in his sleep and was now snuggled with his back to Spike’s chest, bodies pressed close together.
Noticing that one cat was now lying on his hip and the other was curled against the back of his bent knees, Spike gave a growl to the demon leaning over him.
“I just wanted you to take notice that this is MY human you’re cuddling with!” the demon with the burned skin demanded, before he climbed into the bed and snuggled his own backside into Xander’s front.
The boy seemed to like his sandwich-position, ‘cause he tightened the grip he had on Spike‘s hand over his chest and threw the other arm over the blue-haired demon.
Seconds later, they were asleep again.
+

Angel didn’t wake up at all.
His brain took in the fact that it was day – and that his door had opened and closed – but Angel slept on.
Yes, somewhere deep down he registered that someone – someone with a dangerous vibe – stood next to his bed, but that was no reason to wake up at all.
‘Cause, most important to him, was the warm body he was wrapped protectively around.
Everything else could surely wait…
+

Buffy had crept into Angel’s room during the middle of the day – in hope of finding the vampire fast asleep, so she could climb into bed with him.
While she stood next to said bed, she had to admit that Angel was fast asleep.
But much to her dismay, Angel was curled around the boy that called himself ‘his son’… Connor…
“What are you doing?!” she hissed at the boy.
Connor cracked an eye open. “I’m trying to get some sleep. Why? What does it look like to you?”
The smug grin reminded Buffy a bit too much of Spike.
“Get out right now!” she hissed, a little louder.
“Shh! You’re gonna wake daddy up…” Connor’s lips twitched up a little more.
+

Angel stirred.
Somewhere in his room a snake was hissing.
Or at least it sounded like a snake. A big, ugly, poisonous snake…
But the warm body curled into his arms was calming and soothing – so Angel slept on…
+

“Do you really think you have a right to be here?!” Buffy now sounded angry.
“Wait, let me think about that!” Connor tapped one of his fingers against his chin and gave her a thoughtful look.
“Yeah, I do!” He snuggled back a little and rested his head back on his father’s arms.
“I’m going to throw you out – personally!” The Slayer made an angry grab for the boy – only to find him gone.
The next second one of her arms was twisted behind her back and pulled upwards sharply.
Buffy gave a surprised hiss of pain and arched her back, but couldn’t get Connor’s grip to loosen.
“Sorry Miss…” he hissed in a cold voice. “Half-a-vamp here! You gotta be faster than that! And now you’re going out!”
He manoeuvred her towards the door and even though he was smaller than Buffy, she had to follow.
The death-grip on her arm prevented any other movement.
“And out you stay!” Connor growled and pushed her through the door, slamming it shut and locking it.
Buffy started to bang her fists against it immediately.
+

Angel stirred again.
Somewhere, some really loud banging was going on.
Like someone was trying to drive a nail into the wall using a troll-hammer.
The warm body was gone and Angel moved his hands over the sheets, searching for it.
A moment later the body returned and Angel hugged it to him with a deep, satisfied sigh.
He settled back into sleep.
Somewhere, someone was still using that troll-hammer…

+++ Life’s a song and you can sing along +++

When Angel awoke shortly before dusk, Connor was gone.
With a sigh Angel regretted the absent of his boy, but remembered that his child was human and needed to eat and drink – and use the bathroom.
Having slept surprisingly well, Angel climbed out of bed with a last contented sigh and took a shower.
Getting dressed and downstairs, Wesley had already prepared him a thermos of blood.
Gunn was in the lobby too, talking animatedly with Dawn and Willow, while Giles and Wesley were again buried in the books.
Connor sat on the counter, banging his heels against it and smiling at Angel.
Buffy, who was talking to Riley over the phone, just shot the vampire a glare and turned away.
Angel raised both eyebrows. /What did I do now?/

+

Upstairs Spike awoke to a well known feeling – Drusilla stroking his hair.
Slightly confused, the blond vampire opened his eyes.
Somewhere during the night/day they had all scooted down the bed, and Spike was now on his back, in the middle of it. Drusilla was squeezed in between him and the headboard, his head resting in her lap.
She was stroking his hair and smiling down at him.
On his right side Xander was curled up, head on Spike’s chest, one arm across the vampire’s belly.
Behind Xander the blue-haired demon was spooned, one arm over Xander’s waist.
On Spike’s left side the angel was curled up, similar to Xander, with the golden locks spilling over Spike’s chest.
One of the cats slept on Spike’s belly, next to Xander’s arm, the other lay on the vampire’s upper legs.
Looking a bit further down, Spike spotted the elf with his head on Spike’s knees, both arms gripping Spike’s legs, body curled around Spike’s feet.
“Bloody hell!”
Vincent chuckled lightly. “Yes, a very nice way to wake up, isn’t it?” His Rumanian accent was heavy in his voice.
Spike wanted to utter more curses, but somehow he seemed to have forgotten them. “Oh, bloody buggering hell…”
“Were you planning on joining the quest to the Caritas?” Vincent leaned into Spike’s line of view. “If so, you surely could use some help getting up.”
Spike just glared at the older vampire, who chuckled again, red eyes alight with humour.
“Here, let me help!” Ever so carefully, Vincent took Shasha into his arms and lifted him off the bed into a chair. The angel didn’t even wake up.
Handing both little kittens to Drusilla, Vincent lifted the elf a little, so Spike could get his legs back.
Very slowly Spike slid out of bed, careful not to disturb Xander – and the other sleepers.
While Spike stood and stretched and tried to get some feeling back into his body, Vincent returned Shasha into the mass of bodies on the bed.
“Have a nice evening and tell us how it was…” Vincent advised, before he settled back into his chair, picking up his book.
Spike mumbled something and went downstairs.
+

It was quite easy to get everyone to the Caritas.
Angel, Spike and Connor took the convertible, Wes and Gunn took Gunn’s old pick-up.
Buffy, Giles, Willow and Dawn went in their own rental car while Riley and Sam came with a jeep.
They also brought another Solider with them. Commander Fox, second in command to General Finn, and two normal foot-troopers.
Right in front of the steps down to the Caritas, Angel stopped the whole group and turned to those unfamiliar with the bar.
“Listen, and listen carefully, please!” Angel raised a hand to get everybody’s attention. “There are a few things you have to know about the Caritas and its host, Lorne. First, there’s a law in the Caritas. It says: no violence!”
“No violence?” Commander Fox raised an eyebrow. “Yes, no violence!” Angel repeated. “That means no bar-fights, no throwing of any objects and no ripping off any heads.”
“And usually everybody knows that?” Sam looked sceptical. “Yes, the usual crowd knows and they live to the law. And even if we’re the only ones down there today, I want you all to live to the law too!”
Willow and Dawn nodded enthusiastically.
“Well, yes, of course!” Giles adjusted his glasses.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders. “If –everyone- lives to that law…”
“You have my word as a General, that none of my men would start anything!”
Angel sighed. “Now, about Lorne…”
“He simply is a sight to behold!” Wesley explained, smiling. “He is?”
“For one, he wears these really bright suits! Yellow, red, blue, purple…!” Gunn waved his hands around. “Right bright! And never with matching ties or shirts!” The dark young man grinned and ventured downstairs.
“Yes,” Wesley nodded. “As you will see, his clothes will not always match…” Wesley went downstairs too, while Spike ground his cigarette out.
“And he has the tendency to call people pastries…” Angel explained unhappy.
“Pastries?!” Now everyone was equally confused.
Until a voice from downstairs yelled up. “Angel-cakes! Are you coming down or shall I come up and get you?”
“We’re coming Lorne, we’re coming!” The dark vampire gave a sigh. “See, he loves to call me pastries!”
Dawn started to laugh real hard, but was silenced by her sister’s glare pretty soon.
“I so have to see this!” She went down with Spike and Connor.
Downstairs the bar and the stage were well lit with colourful lights in red, blue, green…
The tables in the middle lay a bit more in the dark, just illuminated by the lights coming from the bar and the stage, where the karaoke-machine stood.
Dawn thought that this was a pretty neat and normal bar – until she saw Lorne.
The tall, green Demon wore a light purple (he later called it ‘Plum’) coloured suit, with a dark blue shirt underneath.
He was talking to Wes and Gunn, waving one hand around, while holding a martini in the other. He looked like a poster-boy for a gay-magazine. Ok, a gay-demon-magazine.
Dawn was stunned when the demon turned towards them.
“Spikey-poo! You came too! Quite a surprise! And Connor-honey too!”
Lorne hugged the vampire and the half-vampire before turning towards Dawn.
“And who might this beautiful little Lady be?”
“I… I’m Dawn…” she managed to stutter.
“Ah! Dawny-sweets! Come on, have seat!” He gently pushed her towards one of the tables. “What would you like to drink?”
“Coke?” She squeaked, whilst sitting down on the chair he held out for her.
“Connor-honey?”
“Coke, too!”
“Spikey-poo, surely I can get you some Jack Daniels?”
“Sure, luv!” Spike slumped into the chair next to Dawn, while Connor took the one on the other side.
Whilst giving their order to the bartender, Lorne yelled up the stairs again. “Angel-cakes! We’re just waiting for you!”
Willow and Giles were the next ones to walk into the bar. They both stopped dead in their tracks for a moment. Then they joined Wesley and Gunn at the bar, very careful not to say anything else to Lorne than their names and what drinks they would like.
Out in the street Angel still stood with Buffy, Riley, Sam, Fox and the two nameless boys. And probably their weapons, but Angel wasn’t about to comment on that.
“Just remember: no violence!” he said, and turned to go downstairs. Buffy immediately clung to his arm and leaned on his shoulder.
Angel felt a head-ache coming on – but he didn’t comment on that either.
Riley, Sam, Fox and the other two followed.
Even Buffy stopped for a second when she saw Lorne.
“Angel-cakes! Finally!” The green demon hugged the vampire. “I thought you wanted to stay up there all evening! And you must be Buffy! It’s soooo nice to meet you!”
Lorne simply ignored the soldiers. “Come on sweetlings! Sit down, join the bar! What would you like to drink?”
Silence for a moment before it burst out of Buffy: “Oh my god! He’s like Sweet!!!” And after a second: “Please don’t tell me that you sing!”
Spike burst into laughter – only now getting the reason why Dawn had stared so much.
“Well, of course I do sing, silly!” Lorne took a second martini from the bartender. “But who’s Sweet?”
“A demon we once met.” Willow explained. “He had red skin and wore bright suits too.”
“And that’s bad because?” Angel had raised an eyebrow – and started brooding about how to get his arm out of Buffy’s death-grip.
“He made people sing and dance and then combust into flames.” Giles explained in his matter-of-fact voice.
“Oh!”
Dawn made a movement with her head and suddenly, she, Willow, Spike, Giles and Buffy were standing in a row.
On Dawn’s count they started to sing, while grasping hands in a wave-like motion.
“Understand we go hand in hand”
They let go of each other hands in the same wave-like motion.
“but we walk alone in fear”
“Tell me!” ~Giles~
“Where do we go from here?”
Spike was the first who broke away in laughter, followed shortly by Dawn and Willow.
Lorne, who had been able to take a ‘look’ at the happenings back then, smiled into his martini.
“Well, I’m not much into this spontaneous combusting but the singing and dancing sounds nice. Got the number of his dimension?”
Spike only laughed harder.
+

A few minutes later everyone was seated.
Dawn, Spike and Connor shared a table in front of the stage.
Buffy and Angel were seated behind them – Buffy, again, firmly attached to Angel’s arm.
On their left the five soldiers occupied a table.
On their right Willow, Gunn, Wesley and Giles had taken seats.
Lorne leant against the bar and was ready for the things to come.
“So sweetlings! Who’s gonna start?” He smiled widely.
With a little hesitation Dawn got up. “The sooner I sing, the sooner I’m done! Let the humiliation begin!”
Spike tugged at her sleeve. “How about a duet with double-humiliation for the both of us then, Nibblet?”
Dawn’s face lit up. “You would do that? Oh, you’re still the best!” She hugged the vampire and dragged him on stage.
Lorne came over and set up the machine after they had picked a song. Back at the bar, Lorne got the little notepad and a pen ready. Wesley had provided him with both, seeing that Angel and Lorne couldn’t speak freely about what Lorne ‘saw’ or ‘read’.
Dawn and Spike did quite a good performance on stage. The audience clapped enthusiastically, Gunn and Connor even whistled at Dawn for the little dance she had done. Even the two soldiers clapped – which earned them a glare from Commander Fox, who had his arms crossed over his chest. They ignored it…
Lorne was excited! Never before had he seen something like Dawn. She was probably the most powerful being in this room tonight.
Lorne smiled and took a sip of his fourth martini. He had seen much from her past, but also her loyalty towards her friends – especially Spike and Xander…
Willow was next to go. Lorne helped her pick a slow love-song.
While the witch sang, Lorne could feel her love for Tara, her hurt at her death, the pain when she tried to end the world – he was quite surprised about that and made a mental note to never anger the witch – and he could feel the power still in her.
Yes, Willow was a powerful witch, with a lot of pain and hurt buried inside, who cared deeply for her friends – again especially Xander…
When Willow stepped down – much applause following her – Giles approached Lorne and asked him for a guitar. Giles preferred to sing and play himself, rather then using a karaoke-machine.
Of course Lorne had a guitar! He even brought Giles a stool, so he could have something to half sit, half lean against.
Rupert Giles was very, very, very talented when it came to playing the guitar and sing along. The Scoobies had already had the opportunity to listen once or twice or even more.
The whole bar fell silent when Giles played up and afterwards it took them a minute before they applauded madly.
Only Commander Fox did not move his hands at all…
Lorne had to wipe a little tear away and take a big swing of his fifth martini. He had felt the love and affection that only a father could give his children. He had felt the anger that was the ‘Ripper’ inside the Watcher. And Lorne had seen the man stand up for his ‘children’, to defend them and keep them safe.
“Come on, Angel, you’ve got to do a duet with me!” Buffy had stood up and was now tugging on Angel’s arm.
“NO!!!” Spike, Wesley, Gunn and Lorne yelled as one.
“Please, good lord, no!” Wesley pleaded.
“Woman, you must be crazy!” Gunn shook his head.
“Sweetling, give a poor soul-“ Lorne placed a hand over the place on his chest where his heart should have been “-a break and don’t make him sing! Believe me – he can’t sing!”
Angel – very upset with his friend‘s actions – stood and led Buffy on stage.
“Well, at least he can’t sing Mannilow now!” Spike ordered a second JD.
So Buffy and Angel sang – and the audience shuddered and cringed. Both singers were no good…
But Lorne frowned on what he read from Buffy.
The girl hated Connor, wanted Angel back, wanted Angel in bed, was fed-up with her friends, was fed-up with no longer being the only Slayer. She was fed-up with not having a boy-friend, she was fed-up with Spike and Angel not coming running at the snap of her fingers.
Lorne saw her standing alone in the end, in the dark…
Frowning some more, Lorne took in what Angel had to give and was surprised to see the vampire stand protectively between a large group of soldiers and everyone Lorne had met during the last 48 hours.
There was a fight coming up – no doubt!
Lorne sighed deeply and grabbed his sixth martini.
“Your turn now!” Angel smiled at Riley and Sam.
“Sure! This is getting more fun by the minute!” Riley jumped up. He seemed to enjoy himself. Or at least the three beers he had had…
“Fox, you will have to do a number too!” Sam laughed, while Riley led her away.
Commander Fox’s face made it quite obvious how little he liked the idea.
While Riley and Sam did a surprisingly good duet, Lorne took a very close look.
Yes, they loved each other. Yes, they both valued friendship more than their work. Yes, they both knew the difference between good and bad demons. Yes, Sam trusted the Sunnydale-lot and yes, she started to trust the L.A.-Gang too. Yes, Riley doubted everything his boss said and didn’t take orders lightly.
And yes, both would stand on their side against the other soldiers during the fight.
Lorne found that quite a relief.
When the two Generals stepped down, Lorne nodded to Angel. No threat from those – at least not right now.
“Turn up the music! Have some more drinks!” Angel ordered, then he waved Riley and Sam over and cleared his table. “Bring on the files, I’ll help.”
+++ Clues in a change of view +++

Riley and Sam sat down next to Angel and Buffy, forming a half-circle around the table. Wesley and Giles stood behind them, while Willow and Gunn joined Spike, Dawn and Connor at their table.
First, Riley placed a large map of America on the table. Different cities were marked with bright red dots.
“These are the cities where the attacks happened!” He explained.
All Angel saw were random dots on a map. There was no pattern of any sort – so much he was sure of.
“And these-“ Sam placed a rather large file-holder on top of the map “-are the attacks that happened.”
“A few of them are really strange!” Riley opened the holder. “I’ll give you a few examples.”
“The first attack happened nearly a year ago. In a small town I’m sure you’ve never have heard about. These students – 15 of them – lived in a house on campus-ground. Until one day they didn’t show up for classes and when someone came to look for them, they were all dead. The bodies were everywhere in the house. The kitchen, the bath… No pattern, no sense. The bodies were ripped apart or open and there was a lot of blood on the walls and floor. But still no pattern.”
“15 students in their campus living quarters during the night…” Wesley took notes.
“The next attack happened inside the university…” Sam took the next file from the holder. “20 students and 2 teachers in the physics-lab. Again much blood and ripped apart bodies. But this time they came during a lesson. The next class to use the lab found them.”
“20 students, 2 teachers in a campus-lab during the day…” Wesley raised an eyebrow.
“This is one of my favourites!” Riley explained while he took the next file. “Happened three months ago. 30 students, 5 teachers, on their way from an excursion back to the campus, in two buses. The demons had a truck, rammed them off the street and killed them. Again with much blood and tearing apart…”
“That seems to be a pattern!” Wesley chimed up happily while he wrote down: “30 students, 5 teachers, on the drive to campus, during the day, with a truck!”
“Yes, and that pattern makes us believe it’s always the same demon or rather group of demons.”
Sam took the next file. “This is MY absolute favourite!! ‘Cause it makes no sense at all! 20 students and 5 teachers, six month ago, during their swim-training in the campus pool. This time we had red water.”
“20 students – swimmers – and 5 teachers, during day, in the swimming-pool…” Wesley looked confused.
“Then we had – about two weeks later – a group of 40 students and 20 teachers! During a daylight excursion through a forest. Blood and body-parts everywhere!”
“’m startin’ to like that!!” Spike chimed up from his table and got angry glares from all around. “Wot?”
“There’s an awful lot of teachers, don’t you think so?” Wesley turned to Giles.
“Well, yes, of course. On that excursion they had a teacher for every two students!”
“Really?” Riley frowned down at his file. “Let me check this!” He grabbed the folder and flipped through the files, giving Wesley just the details.
Mostly groups with either 10, 15 or 20 students and only randomly up to 5 teachers.
Gunn had stepped up to their table and stared down at the map.
“You were right, on the first impression, all this makes no sense or has any pattern!” the younger Watcher explained.
“’scuse me for sayn’ this, but I think I found u a clue! Wes, gimme a blue pen, please!” Gunn held out his hand.
“Well, of course!” Wesley fished a blue marker from his inner pocket. “Will this do?” “Sure!”
Gunn bowed down over the map and with much concentration – and his tongue poking out between his lips – he started to connect some of the cities with lines – just like in a children’s-puzzle of connection numbers.
When he leant back to admire his work he explained: “It makes kind of sense from my point of view!”
Riley grabbed the map and turned it around.
And when he faced America up-side-down from Canada, it made sense.
‘Cause in large letters, someone had sprawled the word “H E L P” across the nation.
++ T.B.C. ++
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