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"Anything changed?" Wesley asked as he paced in front of the examination table which Sabrina was laying on.
"Nothing." Fred looked up at him, her glasses perched on her nose. "Would you stop that please? It's distracting."
Wesley looked up at her. "Oh, sorry. Habit I guess."
"It's fine." Fred smiled at him. "I like your little habits. They can be so funny."
Wesley grinned at her. "What are you talking about? I don't have very many habits."
"Your always turning things into an analysis. Every little thing. Even how to get to a restaurant for dinner has to plotted out. And you always putter away in your office till you have to leave, but you'll still bring you work with you. And…"
"Alright I get the picture." Wesley smiled.
"Good." Fred went back to work. "She seems to be falling asleep after traumatic events…"
"How do you figure?"
"Well, first the encounter with the shaman. Then this fight with the vampire." Fred looked at the charts that were on a small table close to her. "I wonder if the spell has a link with traumatic thoughts? Maybe it has an under coding spell…" Fred rushed towards a nearby computer and started to type rapidly.
The doors to the lab swung open and Spike and Angel came in. "What's the news?" Angel asked.
"Under coding spells and traumatic experiences." Wesley filled the pair in.
"Good." Angel placed his hands on his hips as Spike walked past him to Sabrina.
"How longs it been now Fred?" He asked.
"About twenty minutes. That's ten minutes longer than last time."
"And only in a 24 hour period. By the end of the week she'll be out for more then four hours." Wesley sighed. "It's getting worse by the day."
"We have to work faster then." Spike said with great enthusiasm.
Everyone looked up at him, all shocked. "Clearly yes…" Wesley whispered.
Spike stood and watched Sabrina. "What do you think they want from her?"
No one spoke for a short time. Finally Fred said, "She has great power. Maybe they want it?"
"Maybe. But I don't think her power is what they want. Her power is different from everyone other power in the world." Wesley placed his hand to his head, running his fingers through his hair. "I think they want her dead…-permanently."
"What does that mean? What would the world be like without the Chosen?" Fred asked.
Wesley paused and looked to the ground. He wasn't thinking of what to say, because he knew the answer. He was just placing the words in order. So that when he told them his answer, they didn't feel terrible fear.
"A world with no Chosen,"
"Sabrina." Spike corrected.
"A world with no…Sabrina, is a dead world. The Chosen is the being that is meant to ride the world of the darkness. With now Chosen, the darkness takes over."
"What darkness are we talking about here?" Angel stood tall as he looked to Wesley, but deep down he was trying to think of ever possible way to keep this darkness at bay.
"The kind that takes over the world and enslaves it." Wesley explained. He looked over at the sleeping Sabrina. "And that little girl is supposed to stop it all from getting in. All by herself."
Everyone turned and looked at Sabrina. At her chest as it rose and fell with her breath. She was only eighteen and she was supposed to save the world.
"It's a terrible burden for her at such and age. She should be out with friends shopping and gossiping about hot guys at school." Fred sighted.
All the guys looked to Fred. "And you know this how?" Spike asked.
"Female
intuition…-and personal experience."
They all gave a soft
laugh.
"Well then I guess we should get back to work." Angel suggested. "Fred let us know if anything changed with her will you?"
Fred smiled and nodded. "The minute it happens."
Angel nodded before he and Wesley started for the doors. Spike lingered a moment and looked at Sabrina.
"Spike?" Angel called back.
"Coming." He whispered before turning away fast, his black leather duster tailing behind him.
Fred didn't think anything of the momentary lapse in Spike's normal attitude and when right back to work on finding something to help Sabrina.
Humming as she went about adding data to the files on Sabrina and checking her stats, Fred hardly noticed Sabrina for a few moments.
"Well Sabrina, seems that since your out cold you wont mind if I play some music will you?" Fred bounced her way over to the stereo. "I'll keep it low, don't worry." She smiled as she flicked it on.
The booming sound that escaped the stereo made Fred duck down and slam her hands over her ears. "Jesus!" She cried out as she reached over and pulled the plug. But it didn't do anything.
The terrible noise was so loud that it shook the metal instruments on the tables. Fred thought her ears were going to start to bleed.
"Arg!" Jumping up, Fred grabbed her clip board and turned to the stereo before bashing it over and over again till the noise stopped and the stereo was nothing but bits and pieces.
"What the hell was that?!" She asked herself.
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Angel, Wesley and Spike just go into the office when Angel's phone started to ring.
"I'll get it!" Spike grinned before rushing over to the table and grabbing the phone. Angel rolled his eyes. "Hello? Big pouncing puffs office. How might I help you?" There was a pause. Spike's expression turned to devastation. "What does that mean? Is she alright? Well 'course I wanna know if your alright but she's asleep and vulnerable and you not!"
Angel and Wesley knew right then. Sabrina.
"What happened?" Angel demanded. "Is everyone okay? Is Sabrina hurt? What about Fred."
"Shut your gob!" Spike yelled. "Alright…-the stereo? No he doesn't have one…-the television? Yeah sure, hang on luv." Spike pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the speaker button. "Go ahead Fred." Spike told her.
"Angel? We have a problem." Fred's voice entered the room, a little scratchy.
"What happened? Is everything alright? Sabrina..?"
"Fine.
We're fine. Spike…is the television on yet?"
Spike had
walked over the board room. "One second!" He called before
snatching up the remote and turning on the television.
The terrible sound that came out from the speakers made them all place their hands over their ears.
"What is it?!" Angel yelled.
"Static!" Fred called back. "Transmitted thought the electrical waves!"
"Turn it off!" Wesley yelled. Spike hit the button and everything was quiet again.
"Bloody
hell! What's it from?"
"Sabrina." Fred whispered. "While
she's under spells sleeping influence, her magic effects the
electrical waves that come from transmitters. Like television and
radio. The internet isn't working either."
Angel had seated himself behind his desk. "What does it mean?"
"That they can find her any whenever she's sleeping from the spell."
"How's that now?" Spike asked. "It doesn't make sense. What do electrical waves and Sabrina have in common."
"No. Not the waves and Sabrina. The spell and the shaman who cast it. They have something in common to make the electrical waves linked to Sabrina when the spell is active."
Spike looked to be thinking deeply. He spoke up suddenly. "I'm lost."
"When the spell is activated, when Sabrina falls asleep, the electrical waves get all mixed up because the spell and the person who cast the spell have a common link to electricity." Wesley explained.
"Okay…-and
that helps us how?"
"When Sabrina falls asleep next time, I'm
going to se if I can trace the electricity to it's original point.
And maybe, just maybe that point will lead us to this shaman." Fred
explained.
Angel smiled. "Good work Fred."
"I just turned on the radio." She called back.
Angel picked up the phone and hung it back up. "Alright well that's a step in the right direction."
"I still don't get it. Where did the electric waves come from in the first place?" Spike had returned into Angle's main office and seated himself in a chair. "How are they connected?"
"This Shaman might only have electricity as a power. Of she might be made of the stuff. One doesn't know these things till they come face to face with the being." Wesley noted.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Why you always gotta be so poetic?"
"Says the poet?" Wesley laughed.
"I wouldn't call what he wrote down poetry." Angel laughed. Spike snarled up at him.
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"The Chosen is sleeping more and more." The Shaman grinned as she bowed down before her master. "And the Wolfram & Heart workers haven't found anything to help them in their investigations."
"Wonderful." The voice boomed down at her. "You have done well."
"Thanks you master." She bowed once again. "Is there anything else you request of me?"
There was a silence before the man spoke. "Yes…" He hissed. "Invade her dreams." He whispered before laughing.
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"Hello Fredkins." Lorne entered the lab adorned in a bright blue suit with a pink tie. "How's the little dumpling doing?"
Fred looked up and smiled. "Hey Lorne. She's fine. Still sleeping."
"How longs it been now?"
Fred looked at the clock on the wall. "Umm….-about forty minutes."
Lorne looked at Sabrina, a little shocked. "That's half an hour longer then before. This isn't good."
Fred sighed. "If I could wake her up I would. But everything that I try doesn't even remotely work at all."
"What have you tried?" Lorne looked back up to Fred.
"Nothing drastic. I tried to hit her with a shot of adrenalin, but nothing happened. Her adrenalin levels didn't even go up at all. It was like it entered her blood stream and it disappeared."
"It's the magic." Lorne explained. "When a foreign body enters the Chosen, her magic will destroy it right away to keep her from harm. That's why poison can't kill her."
Fred bit her lips mindlessly. "So then I guess there's no use in my toying around with medicine to give to her anymore is there? Nothing can be done to wake her up cause her magic will stop it."
Lorne smiled and walked over to Fred and slung his arm around her shoulder. "Sorry hun. But it was worth a shot."
"Yeah." Fred smiled.
They stood there and watched Sabrina for a few moments, Fred still trying to think of a way to wake her up and Lorne thinking of what she might look like in a good pair of Juicy jeans.
"Erg…"
"Sabrina?!" Fred rushed to her side as she started to stir on the table. "Are you awake?"
"What…-what happened?" Sabrina's eyes slowly opened. "Where am I?" She asked. Everything seemed to catch up to her fast and she jumped up suddenly. "Where's the vampire?!" She cried out looking around.
"Calm down there sweets." Lorne came to her side and took her hand in his. She was shaking like a leaf in a deadly wind. "There's no vampire here. Your safe. Spike brought you back to the office."
It took a minute for what Fred had said to register with Sabrina. "Oh…-did I fall asleep again?" she whispered.
"Yeah."
"How long this time?"
"About forty minutes now." Fred answered.
Sabrina's held fell as she looked to the floor. "This is hopeless." She whispered. "I'm doomed for sure."
"No your not sugar." Lorne came and sat beside her. "Fred's working on this new bit of information that we got on you while you were sleeping. Seems that the Shaman who put this nasty spell on you has a link with electrical waves."
"What does that mean?" Sabrina whispered.
"Means that we might just find the bad guys the next time you fall asleep."
"Well that is good news." Sabrina gave a small smile.
"I think I better call Angel and Spike. Let them know…"
"Is Spike okay?!" Sabrina asked suddenly.
Fred and Lorne exchanged looks. "Spikes fine. Why wouldn't he be?"
"Well that vampire…-I just thought that maybe something happened." Sabrina smiled. "I'm happy he's okay."
"Well I'm sure that he'll be happy that your okay too." Lorne smiled to her.
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"That's bullocks Angel. Bloody bullocks and you know it!" Spike yelled as he paced Angel's office making Wesley rather uncomfortable.
"Clearly not! I mean come on Spike, you knew that taking her out like that was a bad idea. And what happens? You get attacked by a vampire!"
"It's not like I wanted it to happen!" Spike yelled.
"Spike…-keeping Sabrina out of harms way is the most important thing right now. She fell asleep in that bar and that as seriously dangerous."
Spike sighed. "I know." He looked up and faced his grandsire. "I just wanted her to have fun. Be a normal girl, you know?"
Angel nodded. "I know Spike."
Wesley grinned as he watched them. "Isn't that nice?" He whispered.
The pair looked at each other for a moment, realizing that they had agreed on something. The phone ringing broke the silence and the pair came back to their senses.
"You idiot." Angle blurted out as he reached for the phone.
"Ponce." Spike added. Wesley laughed.
"Hello? Fred…-she is? Alright we're on our way." Hanging up the phone, Angel looked to Spike. "Sabrina's awake."
"Bout bloody time."
