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Spike and Buffy had been gone for
hours, and Angel was sick of waiting. He stalked towards the door, determined
to find them and put an end to all of this.
"And just where do you think
you're going?"
Angel turned sharply, staring at
the woman now standing in his room. "Cordelia?"
"The one and
only. And again I ask, where are you going?"
"Spike and Buffy have been
gone all day. I have to find them."
"Um, in case you haven't
noticed, it's a little bright out there. Unless your method of finding them
involves being a flaming pillar of dust, I suggest you stay in."
"I can go through the
sewers."
"So you're what, going to
wander around the L.A. sewer system trying to catch a glimpse of them
somewhere?" When Angel frowned but said nothing, Cordelia continued.
"Buffy doesn't need you to be her protector, especially not now."
"But Spike is probably out
there putting the moves on her again. He isn't right for her!"
"Not your decision to make."
"He mystically transformed
from vampire to human in the middle of a battle with Wolfram and Hart. That
can't be a good thing."
"Wasn't it at the end of the battle�an apocalyptic battle?"
"It wasn't the Shanshu,
Cordy."
"What makes you so sure of
that?"
"Because
it's Spike!"
Cordelia sighed, crossing her arms
in front of her. "Vampire with a soul, fought in the apocalypse, stop me when I get to something that sounds Shanshu-related
here."
"But I'm the one who worked
for it! I spent years earning the right to that prophecy.�and years before that
suffering because of what I'd done as Angelus. Spike's
had a soul for what, five minutes, and he's Shanshu worthy? Not possible."
"Have you completely forgotten
you signed it away?" Cordelia asked, arching an eyebrow. "Which,
might I add, was just a stupid thing to do."
"It was my destiny! That
shouldn't have mattered! You can't change a prophecy!"
"It didn't change, Angel. The
prophecy was fulfilled the way it was always meant to be fulfilled."
Angel stared at her.
"What?"
Cordelia took his hand. "We
all have our destinies, Angel. This was Spike's. Yours lays elsewhere."
"I can't accept that! I'm the
vampire with a soul!"
"And now you're back to being
the only one. The prophecy was fulfilled, and the universe has balance again."
"It should've been me."
"Maybe. Maybe not. But
that isn't the issue anymore�or the reason I'm here. The Powers made their decision,
and it's in the past now. Spike is human, and that can't be changed. It's the
future I'm worried about. You've lost the mission, Angel. You lost it the
moment you signed that devil's deal with Wolfram and Hart."
"I did that to save Connor.
You of all people should understand that."
Cordelia dropped his hand. "But
is that even what you did�and is that the only reason why you did it? You were
lost. Everything you'd believed in had been turned on its head. Wolfram and
Hart swooped down at just the right time, got you when you were weak. They
offered you more than just a new life for Connor. Don't lie to me and say
that's all it was. I know better than that, and so do you."
"I wanted to bring down
Wolfram and Hart�and I did."
"Do you really believe
that?"
"I stopped the Circle of the
Black Thorn."
"Evil doesn't just disappear,
Angel. It goes somewhere else, finds someone new. The Senior Partners are still
there. They always will be. There has to be a balance."
"Evil has to be stoppable,
Cordy. If it's not, then why do I even fight?"
"You fight because it's the
right thing to do."
"That's not enough!"
Cordelia placed her hand gently
against his cheek. "You still have a long way to go. You focus so much on
redeeming yourself, on atoning for the sins of Angelus. But the past is in the
past. You can't change what you did, and you can't make any of it better. You
have to focus on what's happening now and what will happen in the future. Trying
to change yesterday is pointless, Angel. But working towards
tomorrow�that you can do. You don't do good to make up for the bad�you do
it because it's right."
"Cordelia, I�"
Cordelia moved her hand down,
pressing her fingers against his lips. "No. I can't stay much longer, and
I need you to listen to me. You're getting obsessed again, and we both know where
your obsessions lead. You let yourself get so wrapped up in things that you
don't see the world around you anymore. You can't do that again. Just accept
what is. She's going to be happy, Angel. Just let that be enough for you."
"But I worked so hard�"
"And you still have work to do. I'm sorry, but that's the way things are." Cordelia
stepped back from him. "I have to go now. Please, remember what I
said."
"Why do you have to leave? Why
weren't you here this morning?" Angel reached out for her, but stopped
before he actually managed to touch her. "If you're here now, why can't
you stay?"
"I just can't yet. I'm sorry.
I'd rather be here with you than anywhere else, but now isn't the time. It was
hard enough for me to get here this morning, but I knew you needed me. So don't
make this all a waste of my time. Be the champion I know you are." When
she finished speaking, Cordelia faded from view.
Angel touched the spot where she'd
been but felt nothing. He wondered if maybe he'd lost his mind, if he'd been
pushed to the point of hallucination. Cordelia was just as gone as she'd been
that morning, not even a trace of her scent remaining.
He didn't leave the hotel room.

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Spike wasn't sure what had
possessed him to do it. He'd seen the "Test Your Strength" game, and
he'd been too curious not to. He had to see what he was capable of, now that he
was human. Test the waters a little.
And he'd gotten his answer�in the
form of a smashed strength-tester. The initial shock of the worker at what
Spike had managed to accomplish had allowed him and Buffy to sneak away before
questions�or demands that Spike pay for the damages�began.
But now he and Buffy were sitting
in an uncomfortable silence, too many questions to ask and not enough answers.
Buffy spoke first, and her comment sounded lame even to her own ears.
"You're stronger than
human."
"Well, yeah," Spike
replied, his hands fidgeting on top of the picnic table that separated them.
"Did you know that was going
to happen?"
"Think I would've done it if
I'd known?"
Buffy frowned. He had a point with
that. "But�you're human now. You're in the sunlight, and your heart is
beating, and�and your skin is warm. You're human.
Humans can't do what you just did."
Spike looked down at the table.
Andy loved Maria. Keith had been there in '02. "My senses are still
heightened," he admitted softly.
"And you're just now telling
me this?"
Spike's head shot up. "I
wasn't sure until now, all right? They've been heightened for 125 years, Buffy.
It took me a bit to realize that that shouldn't be normal anymore. And I still
wasn't sure if they were or if, well, if it was just
you."
"Me?"
"Your scent, it's always been
so strong to me. And don't make that face about it either. It's�it's a good
smell. I thought maybe you were just having the same effect on me you always did,
but then other things were stronger than I thought they should be, too, and
that strength thing�I needed to test it. I needed to know."
"Are you still a
vampire?" Buffy asked. "Did you get a mystical equivalent of the Gem
of Amara?"
"I don't think so. Like you
said, my heart's beating. I tried to hold my breath a few minutes ago, and it
made my chest burn. My body has been behaving like a human's this whole time�not
a vampire's. I don't know what's going on anymore than you do."
"I guess we should get
back," Buffy said with a sigh. "We need to look into this."
Spike's eyes shifted back down to
the table, his finger tracing the carved letters. "I know. I just don't
want to."
"Me either. I've�I've been
having a good time out with you. But we need to."
He looked at her again. "I
know. Do you think maybe we could not go to the Hyperion? All the Slayers might
still be running around, and it's bound to be a mess with all the�"
"With all
the Angel being there?" Buffy asked with a small smile.
"Yeah."
"Is there some place else we
could go?"
"I have an apartment."
"Really?"
"Well, yeah. Did you honestly
think I could live in the same building as Peaches?"
"No, I just�well, I never
pictured you in anything but a crypt. Or an old abandoned factory�"
"Well, I think the crypt was a
little nicer than this place, but it serves its purpose."
"Does it have a phone? 'Cause I'm going to need to call Giles."
"Yes."
Buffy stood up. "We'll go
there then. I think I'd rather keep a low profile about this right now anyway,
at least until we know more about what's going on."
"Me,
too."
Spike stood beside Buffy, his hands
in his pockets. "Let's go back to my place then."

***
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"Sorry it's so, well,
basement-like," Spike said as he led Buffy into his apartment. He was
happy to see everything as he'd left it, since after the way things had been
going, he'd half expected it to have disappeared. "No windows, but that
used to be a plus as far as I was concerned."
"It's cheerier than my
basement was."
"And the bed is bigger, too.
Although not by much," Spike replied, gesturing towards his bedroom.
"You have me in your apartment
for under a minute, and you're already showing me your bed."
Spike's eyes widened. "Buffy,
I didn't mean, I�I'm�"
Buffy laughed. "I'm teasing
you, Spike. I knew what you meant. I remember how tiny that cot was, too. Not
that I minded at the time�"
"So, um, you wanted to call
Giles?" Spike asked, not wanting to go down that particular branch of
Memory Lane. Things were complicated enough as it was.
"Yeah. Where's the phone?"
"In the
bedroom�by the infamous bed."
"Right. I'll be right back."
As Buffy went off to call Giles,
Spike went to the fridge, glad to find his beers where also where he'd left
them. He popped the top off one and started to drink it quickly, when he
realized he had no idea the effect it would have on him. Did his semi-vampiric
abilities extend to alcohol consumption, or would he get drunk at a human rate?
He figured he'd have to test it, but now wasn't the time. Instead he sat at the
table, slowly nursing the drink as he waited for Buffy to come back.
"Giles is getting on the first
plane to L.A.," Buffy announced when she walked out of the bedroom.
"How'd he take the news?"
Spike asked, still seated.
Buffy leaned against the wall, her
arms crossed in front of her. "He reached for his glasses so fast he
dropped the phone. And that was before
I told him you had retained some of your vampiric traits."
"So not well
then?"
"Not well exactly, but not bad
either. He just took the news�well, like Giles."
"Lots of 'oh
dears?'"
"Interspersed
between the 'good Lords.'"
"Good to see some things stay
the same."
"He won't be here until
tomorrow sometime," Buffy said.
"And in the
meantime?" Spike
asked.
"As much as I really, really
don't want to, I need to go to Angel's hotel. It's Slayer Central right now,
and I should be checking on my girls. A lot of them were injured, and I've been
neglecting them."
Spike glanced down at the top of
his beer can. "I'm sorry. That's my fault."
"No, it's mine. I put you
first�and I don't regret that. They had people watching over them. But I do
need to go over there, get a damage report. I'll come back here as soon as I
can."
"You don't have to�"
"I know. I want to."
"No word to Peaches about
this, right?" Spike asked, glancing up again.
"My lips are sealed. He'd just,
well, make things more complicated."
"That's an understatement to
beat all understatements, pet."
Buffy smirked. "Wait for me
here, okay? I'll be back."
"Nowhere else to go,"
Spike replied.
Unable to stop herself, Buffy
walked over, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you soon,
Spike."
As she turned and walked to the
door, Spike's hand went up to touch the place her lips had just left. "See
you soon," he repeated.
Buffy glanced back and gave him a
smile before leaving.

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