The Dark haired slayer turned into the court yard heading toward the lobby door.
"We tract him we find him we-"
"Get your asses kicked." Angelus cut in. "I don't know wild guess?"
Faith went in for the take down but the vampire was able spin her off into Wesley, who was behind her. Effectively knocking the tranquilizer gun into a near by shrub. Once the slayer was out of the way, Angelus took up the former watcher by the throat in hostage form.
"Sucky spell huh?" The vampire quipped. "You think it'd at least go to the side walk."
"Let him go this is between you and me." Faith replied.
"It's never just between you and me Wes will al-"
The grip on Wesley's throat went slack and Angelus slid to the ground, prone with a small silver tube-shaped object sticking out of his back. Wesley bent down to pull it out.
When Wes was down Faith had a strait view to the gate at the end of the walkway. Black clad and authoritative, stood a short, round faced girl. Holding a silver colored gun pointed strait ahead. With a smirk she slipped it into a holster just inside the leather waist length jacket she wore.
Wesley stood back up turning the object in his hand. It looked to be a glass bullet that had broke and the silver prongs at the back injected what ever the glass contained.
"It'll put a human out for twelve hours." The stranger said as she approached the confused duo. "Him, about three." The girl walked right by them toward the hotel, close up now they could see her blonde hair was streaked in redish lines. Faith went to follow her but,
"Faith wait." Wes stopped her. "We have to get him down stairs." He indicated the unconscious vampire.
Inside Fred was seeing to Connor who was nursing a wounded head. Eyeing them as she entered, the girl made her way to the green empath on the floor. She pulled her black bag off her shoulders and took out a thin pen-like instrument. With the snap of the cap, a hypodermic needle appeared at the end of it.
The needle came close to Lourn's neck, when a hand yanked the girls wrist away.
"Who the hell are you and what the hell is that?" Gunn demanded. Fred and Connor were at his side in a moment.
"It's an eppi-pen." The girl replied. "Adrenal booster, should counter the tranquilizer."
"Gunn help us." Wesley called from the door.
He and Faith were dragging Angelus into the hotel. Once Gunn and Connor went to assist, Fred watched the strange girl inject Lourn. With in seconds he began to stir.
"I need a drink." Red eyes locked on pale gray ones. "I'm dead. You an angel?"
"No but I've met one." The girl said. "Not just your Angel an actual angel too."
With out even offering a hand to help the Pylean off the floor she went to the counter and turned on the monitor that sat there. Wesley and Gunn were locking the unconscious vampire back in his cage. A delicate hand hit the power button.
"So." Faith began. "What's your story?"
"She smells familiar." Connor said from the basement door.
"Oh that is just creepy." The young woman said. She walked over and retrieved her bag. "I just helped you cage Angelus, don't I get the benefit of a doubt? What day is it?"
With a familiar ease this interloper made her way over to what was at one time Cordelia's desk.
"Where's the girl." Wesley ask as he entered the room.
"Huh." Came from the girl in question. "I'm probably in class right now. This is when I was on academic probation, I actually get suspended next semester. Do you have a phone I'd like to call my self and bitch me out."
"Wow th-that didn't-" Fred tried rationalizing.
"Oh no Time difference!" The girl declared. "I'm probably on my way to rehearsal."
"Please miss who are you?" Wesley asked, admitted.
"That's the semester I did HAIR." She kept rambling on to herself. "I wonder if I can still do the alto part."
With a frustrated exchange of glances Angel Investigations seemed to silently agree that this was a situation not needed. But the young girl took a breath.
"And Love will steer the STARS!" She sang, and with a grin side glanced at Lourn.
"Oh my god." Lourn said and sat down.
"Who are you?" Wes asked a final time.
"I thought you would have figured it out, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce." She said. "I'm a time traveler."