A/N – Thanks again to everyone that reviewed, keep it up! OMG, how much did
I cry @ the end of Angel? And now, we have to wait five weeks!?! I don't
think I can make it, but at least I can write...keep it up guys and ENJOY
this installment...
-Coll
The Prophecy
"Let it be known that on the day that two Champions fall in love, and the lives of Innocents are threatened by an unstoppable force, as well as a triangle being broken by one, that this shall be the day that the Apocalypse draws dangerously close. Beware of the fallen Champion who will destroy The Prophecy that will save the Innocents and the rest of the world from an unbearable world worse than hell itself."
Part 10
Gunn's fists tightened around the steering wheel as he looked at the empty passenger seat. Fred should have been sitting there; instead of the piece of paper she had left him with the address where Cordy, Lorne, and Wes were shacking up. He knew the address, but he didn't know why they were there. He made a right and saw Angel's car parked on the side of the road. Smart move he thought before the thought of Fred came into his head again. Her screams echoed through his brain.
With a violent shudder, he pulled his truck up to the building. The old dance school was already open, pointing him in the right direction. He looked down at the paper, room 122. Gunn walked through the winding hallways before stopping in front of the rusted numbers stuck on the worn door. "122." He whispered before grabbing the doorknob.
He hesitated before opening the door. Was he doing the right thing? Gunn shook his head. Yes, he thought. Fred needs your help, and you need there help. When he opened the door, Gunn was met with a blinding light.
***
"Look, I trust you, you know that," Cordelia told Wesley as she pulled him aside. "But, I have to know how Faith got involved in all of this." Wes nodded to Lorne who came up and took Connor away from Cordelia. Faith pulled up a chair and straddled it so that she was facing Cordelia and Wes. "We all gotta be here to explain this one to you, Cor." She informed Cordy. Cordelia looked to Wesley, ready to argue, but he wasn't in that place. "It's true," he replied. "This story involves all of us." Cordelia sighed and fell into a nearby chair. "Fine then, spill."
"This has been brewing for quite some time, you must understand that," Wesley told her and when she nodded, he continued. "As you know, I read about The Force and this Prophecy separately even before Pylea, but I never made the connection. I started connecting them when Gunn and I found out about each other's feelings for Fred. It was a love triangle, one that she would eventually have to break." "OK," Cordelia said. "So that's the 'triangle being broken by one' thing in the Prophecy."
"Right," Wes told her. "This is around the time Faith came in." Cordelia looked at Faith who smiled proudly. "Got paroled, C," Faith said. "Tried to call Angel cause he offered me a place to stay, and wasn't I surprised when I got Wes on the phone." "Not as surprised as me, I assure you Faith." Wes remarked. Cordelia furrowed her brow, noticing something between Wesley and Faith, the rogue slayer who tortured the ex-rogue demon hunter. It made her shiver.
"We got to talking and she had said she had some very interesting visitors." Wes continued. "Holtz," Faith said, jumping in. "He wanted to recruit me. I played along the whole time, then after chattin with Wes, we figured it be best to keep this up as long as I could." "You carried all this around inside since we came back from Pylea?" Cordelia asked Wesley. "It was a terrible burden, thinking about the Prophecy and worrying about Holtz."
"Which is where I come in." Lorne said as he stepped forward, bouncing Connor playfully on the way. "Yes, Lorne read me...and no, I did not sing." "I helped by looking over the Prophecy," Lorne jumped in. "Even got Fred to help a little, without revealing too much information of course. It was legit." "When I noticed the sparks between Angel and yourself," Wesley told her. "I knew it was coming close. Then you had your vision and I knew what I had to do."
Cordelia looked at all of them, trying to decide which of the many questions to ask first. "So, everything after that..." "An act," Wesley filled in. "The two champions were in love, The Force came, and when Fred told me that night that she chose Gunn, I came back later and took Connor away." "What about Holtz?" Cordy asked.
Wesley looked to Faith who shrugged. "I got found out," Faith said. "Nearly died, but hey, I got a shit load of useful info. Then, I got a hold of Wes and he told me to watch Angel's kid while he went and got green." "Lorne." He told Faith. "Whatever," she snapped. "And here we all are, C. I was surprised to see you stabbing Angel in the back." "We're helping Connor." Cordelia replied in a tone that was shaky.
"That's right, Cordy," Wes assured her. "We're helping Connor, that's what's important." Cordelia nodded, but still she didn't feel right. Maybe you never will, she thought to herself. "Wait," she said as a thought popped into her head. "What did you find about Holtz? How does he play into this?" Faith looked grimly at Wes who stared back. Cordy looked to Lorne, who looked down at Connor with no intention of looking up.
"What?" she hesitantly asked. Her question wasn't answered. The equipment around them began to rattle and a gust of wind filled the cave before a blinding white light pierced Cordelia's eyes. "Who's there?" Wesley called. Cordelia looked to where the rest of them stared. Gunn was now in the cave, and looking like shit.
"Gunn?" Cordy shouted. "What the hell are you doing here?" Something had to be wrong, she gave that information to Fred for emergencies. When she thought about it more, she thought where was... "Fred," Wes said aloud. "It's Fred."
***
She was lost again. She knew it, deep down in the back of her head, but she made sure it stayed there. With the way things were going for Fred lately, she figured she'd forget all about that feeling. That thought made her think of Charles. Hell, looking at the plain white floor of the plain white room she was in made her think of Charles. He loves me, she thought over and over again. People don't abandon the people they love, right?
Fred didn't have a watch, so she didn't know how long she was gone. It was kind of a good thing when she thought about, though. If her time theory were true, time would inch by if she had her watch. All Fred knew was that they asked her a bunch of questions, none of which she answered directly, if at all. Then they threw her in here.
Fred was actually impressed with the information they had about her. She thought no one cared about her, well except for Charles. Damn! She had to stop doing that. She just was grateful she got Cordy's info into his pocket; hopefully he'll do the right thing. And hopefully soon.
***
"Anything unusual since I left?" Lilah asked as she approached a man in a suit. He shook his head as he pressed some buttons on a control panel in front of him. "As you can see, ma'am," he said, indicating the window in front of them. "Ms. Burkle has yet to move from her corner."
Lilah sighed in disgust as she sat down next to the man. "God, she's so boring! Honestly, do you see it? Why they would come to save her? Why Charles Gunn loves her?" Lilah asked the man. He shrugged. "She's cute," he replied sheepishly. Lilah rolled her eyes. "What good are you?" she said. "I've got better things to do than watch her do nothing. I'll tell you when they come for her." The man nodded as Lilah headed out of the room.
She stopped for a second and glanced back at Fred. With a smile playing at her lips, she exited the room.
-Coll
The Prophecy
"Let it be known that on the day that two Champions fall in love, and the lives of Innocents are threatened by an unstoppable force, as well as a triangle being broken by one, that this shall be the day that the Apocalypse draws dangerously close. Beware of the fallen Champion who will destroy The Prophecy that will save the Innocents and the rest of the world from an unbearable world worse than hell itself."
Part 10
Gunn's fists tightened around the steering wheel as he looked at the empty passenger seat. Fred should have been sitting there; instead of the piece of paper she had left him with the address where Cordy, Lorne, and Wes were shacking up. He knew the address, but he didn't know why they were there. He made a right and saw Angel's car parked on the side of the road. Smart move he thought before the thought of Fred came into his head again. Her screams echoed through his brain.
With a violent shudder, he pulled his truck up to the building. The old dance school was already open, pointing him in the right direction. He looked down at the paper, room 122. Gunn walked through the winding hallways before stopping in front of the rusted numbers stuck on the worn door. "122." He whispered before grabbing the doorknob.
He hesitated before opening the door. Was he doing the right thing? Gunn shook his head. Yes, he thought. Fred needs your help, and you need there help. When he opened the door, Gunn was met with a blinding light.
***
"Look, I trust you, you know that," Cordelia told Wesley as she pulled him aside. "But, I have to know how Faith got involved in all of this." Wes nodded to Lorne who came up and took Connor away from Cordelia. Faith pulled up a chair and straddled it so that she was facing Cordelia and Wes. "We all gotta be here to explain this one to you, Cor." She informed Cordy. Cordelia looked to Wesley, ready to argue, but he wasn't in that place. "It's true," he replied. "This story involves all of us." Cordelia sighed and fell into a nearby chair. "Fine then, spill."
"This has been brewing for quite some time, you must understand that," Wesley told her and when she nodded, he continued. "As you know, I read about The Force and this Prophecy separately even before Pylea, but I never made the connection. I started connecting them when Gunn and I found out about each other's feelings for Fred. It was a love triangle, one that she would eventually have to break." "OK," Cordelia said. "So that's the 'triangle being broken by one' thing in the Prophecy."
"Right," Wes told her. "This is around the time Faith came in." Cordelia looked at Faith who smiled proudly. "Got paroled, C," Faith said. "Tried to call Angel cause he offered me a place to stay, and wasn't I surprised when I got Wes on the phone." "Not as surprised as me, I assure you Faith." Wes remarked. Cordelia furrowed her brow, noticing something between Wesley and Faith, the rogue slayer who tortured the ex-rogue demon hunter. It made her shiver.
"We got to talking and she had said she had some very interesting visitors." Wes continued. "Holtz," Faith said, jumping in. "He wanted to recruit me. I played along the whole time, then after chattin with Wes, we figured it be best to keep this up as long as I could." "You carried all this around inside since we came back from Pylea?" Cordelia asked Wesley. "It was a terrible burden, thinking about the Prophecy and worrying about Holtz."
"Which is where I come in." Lorne said as he stepped forward, bouncing Connor playfully on the way. "Yes, Lorne read me...and no, I did not sing." "I helped by looking over the Prophecy," Lorne jumped in. "Even got Fred to help a little, without revealing too much information of course. It was legit." "When I noticed the sparks between Angel and yourself," Wesley told her. "I knew it was coming close. Then you had your vision and I knew what I had to do."
Cordelia looked at all of them, trying to decide which of the many questions to ask first. "So, everything after that..." "An act," Wesley filled in. "The two champions were in love, The Force came, and when Fred told me that night that she chose Gunn, I came back later and took Connor away." "What about Holtz?" Cordy asked.
Wesley looked to Faith who shrugged. "I got found out," Faith said. "Nearly died, but hey, I got a shit load of useful info. Then, I got a hold of Wes and he told me to watch Angel's kid while he went and got green." "Lorne." He told Faith. "Whatever," she snapped. "And here we all are, C. I was surprised to see you stabbing Angel in the back." "We're helping Connor." Cordelia replied in a tone that was shaky.
"That's right, Cordy," Wes assured her. "We're helping Connor, that's what's important." Cordelia nodded, but still she didn't feel right. Maybe you never will, she thought to herself. "Wait," she said as a thought popped into her head. "What did you find about Holtz? How does he play into this?" Faith looked grimly at Wes who stared back. Cordy looked to Lorne, who looked down at Connor with no intention of looking up.
"What?" she hesitantly asked. Her question wasn't answered. The equipment around them began to rattle and a gust of wind filled the cave before a blinding white light pierced Cordelia's eyes. "Who's there?" Wesley called. Cordelia looked to where the rest of them stared. Gunn was now in the cave, and looking like shit.
"Gunn?" Cordy shouted. "What the hell are you doing here?" Something had to be wrong, she gave that information to Fred for emergencies. When she thought about it more, she thought where was... "Fred," Wes said aloud. "It's Fred."
***
She was lost again. She knew it, deep down in the back of her head, but she made sure it stayed there. With the way things were going for Fred lately, she figured she'd forget all about that feeling. That thought made her think of Charles. Hell, looking at the plain white floor of the plain white room she was in made her think of Charles. He loves me, she thought over and over again. People don't abandon the people they love, right?
Fred didn't have a watch, so she didn't know how long she was gone. It was kind of a good thing when she thought about, though. If her time theory were true, time would inch by if she had her watch. All Fred knew was that they asked her a bunch of questions, none of which she answered directly, if at all. Then they threw her in here.
Fred was actually impressed with the information they had about her. She thought no one cared about her, well except for Charles. Damn! She had to stop doing that. She just was grateful she got Cordy's info into his pocket; hopefully he'll do the right thing. And hopefully soon.
***
"Anything unusual since I left?" Lilah asked as she approached a man in a suit. He shook his head as he pressed some buttons on a control panel in front of him. "As you can see, ma'am," he said, indicating the window in front of them. "Ms. Burkle has yet to move from her corner."
Lilah sighed in disgust as she sat down next to the man. "God, she's so boring! Honestly, do you see it? Why they would come to save her? Why Charles Gunn loves her?" Lilah asked the man. He shrugged. "She's cute," he replied sheepishly. Lilah rolled her eyes. "What good are you?" she said. "I've got better things to do than watch her do nothing. I'll tell you when they come for her." The man nodded as Lilah headed out of the room.
She stopped for a second and glanced back at Fred. With a smile playing at her lips, she exited the room.