"What are you talking about you wanker? My crypt was better then your bloody hell hole," Spike argued with Angel, sitting in a leather chair in Angel's office. Angel slammed down his papers on his desk, glaring at Spike.
"Yours was dirty and filthy! You had a shitty TV to watch passions! I had a nice large bed with silk sheets," Angel yelled back at Spike, trying to win the argument.
"Yeah, well Buffy didn't seem to mind-" Spike started, but stopped, hearing a growl escape Angel's throat.
"Don't bring up Buffy; you had an unfair advantage…"
They were both stopped by a cough, and they turned to Wesley, who was clearing his throat, "Were you two just arguing about the crypts you lived in, in Sunnydale?" Wesley rolled his eyes, realizing this must be the feud of the day.
Angel coughed and brushed off his shirt, trying to look somewhat professional. Spike just smiled at him, knowing he had won it. For now… "Wes, what did you need?" Angel asked, looking up to Wesley, and avoiding eye contact with Spike, who was still smiling.
"There is a commotion, downstairs. A girl was transported, no one can get near her, and you better come and see." Wesley watched Angel, whose head lifted up and looked around, as if he was sensing something.
"It's a Slayer, I can feel her." Spike said, also rising from his slouch, looking around.
"Why can't anyone get near her?" Angel asked, his eyes lowering to watch Wesley curiously.
Wesley opened his mouth, but closed it. He opened it again but sighed and shook his head, not figuring out how to put what exactly was going down on the ground floor of Wolfram and Hart.
Spike and Angel took the hints as they got up and walked from Angel's office, Wesley behind them and made their way to the new commotion of the day.
Harmony stood against the wall, reeling in horror. Angel looked from Harmony to the entrance and gasped. People, mostly all coworkers at Wolfram and Hart were surrounding a girl, with dirty brown hair, who was on the ground. She sat, leaning on her elbows, her head shaded and hidden by her long dirty brown hair. She wore brown rags, all falling apart, barely grasping her small body. A man tried to come close to her but she started breathing fast and whimpering.
As the man came close, he reached out to touch her shoulder. She recoiled in horror and cried out, and a bright purple flash covering the room. The man went flying into the wall, where he slid down and laid there. Spike watched the man, before looking back to the girl, "Bloody hell." He whispered.
Angel nodded in agreement, a little shocked by the scene. Lorne came up behind him, talking to Angel. "Crazy, I would love to hear her sing, of course, if we can manage to calm her down Angelkins."
Angel nodded and shouted out to the entire room. "Everyone! Get back to work! She will be dealt with, but you are doing nothing by just standing there!" Angel shouted out, the growl in his tone sending everyone the hint that he was serious.
The crowd slowly stripped away, leaving Spike, Angel, Lorne, Wesley, Gunn, and Fred. The girl seemed to slow down somewhat, as no one was approaching her anymore. Angel slowly inched towards her, his hand reaching out. The girl froze, her head leaning up, sensing something coming close.
Her raspy breaths became urgent as she started whimpering again. "It's alright, I won't hurt you, and I just want to help…" His hand grasped her shoulder as she cried out. Angel shouted as his face vamped out. He flew back against the wall, after the bright purple light hit him. He got up, his face returning to normal as he moved slowly, sore.
The girl cried out as a feather stuck into her arm. Angel recognized it as a dart as he looked over to Wesley, who held the dart gun. He also recognized it as the dart gun Wesley had shot him with when he was Angelus… The girl collapsed, lying on the ground, passed out. A purple aura was around her, as if protecting her.
The aura weakened and finally disappeared, as Angel came closer, limping slightly, still sore from hitting the wall, which had a nice indent of his body now. His hand shook slightly as his hand grasped her shoulder, wincing, expecting being thrown again but when it didn't come, he opened his eyes. He turned her body over and gasped, stumbling back, and falling onto the ground on his butt.
"Buffy!"
