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Chapter 8- The answer lies among you
The Los Angeles night sky was filled with flaming meteors as they plummeted to Earth.
At Hyperion, Fred sat at the counter listening to the radio reports of the supernatural events occurring all over the city, holding Connor in her arms, and Cordelia was nearby too, listening alongside her while sulking.
"A series of earthquakes and what authorities are now calling "meteor showers" have ravaged the Southland tonight, igniting fires and explosions throughout the L.A. basin. As fire and rescue teams assess the ongoing threat, government officials are asking people to stay in their homes and off the street."
The telephone rang and Fred snatched up the receiver. "This is Fred. No, that's right. Yes, ma'am. Angel Invest— I know. It is scary but… if she's only an hour late… I'm just saying maybe it's a bit early to panic. A little fire falling from the sky doesn't necessarily mean the end—"
She looked up as Wesley, Lorne, Gunn and Groo entered, bruised, bleeding and battered.
"Oh boy!" Cordelia said in horror, looking them up and down.
"Oh, my god…" Fred dropped the phone and handing Connor to Cordelia, ran to Gunn, throwing herself into his arms.
"I thought you were dead. I got back here and it was empty other than Matt and Cordy and I panicked and the radio and the fires…"
Wesley walked past and eyed Fred's embrace of Gunn with a sour look.
Gunn assured Fred. "I know, baby, I know. Me, too. It was like the end of the world out there and all I wanted was you."
Fred assured. "You're safe now. All of you."
Wesley was deadpan. "Yes. All safe. Where's Matt?"
"Upstairs in his room, meditating, rock boy really messed him up", Cordelia revealed, as now they exchanged shocked looks.
"So you two met that creature too?" Groo asked Cordelia.
"Looks like you guys met it as well", Cordelia realized.
"Yeah, he's Rocky, literally, really hardcore too", Lorne agreed with a nod there.
Fred then inquired. "What about Angel? Where's Angel?"
Gunn told her. "We got separated. I'm sure he'll be here soon. What about you? You okay? Both of you?"
"I'm fine. I just needed some air. I didn't know I'd be gone so long", Fred said before turning to the diagram on the floor. "Looks like there's some other things I didn't know, either."
"Yeah, what is this?" Cordelia asked too.
Gunn shrugged. "Plenty of time for updates later. Right now we need to regroup, think about getting back out there and mixing it up with that demony thing."
Matt then walked down, buttoning his shirt, and they saw the bruises and wounds on him as Groo said. "Those are quite the wounds."
"I know you met him too", Matt noted.
"At least we got out alive, Devillicious", Lorne sighed.
"Barely", Matt noted grimly.
"Going after it is not what Angel would do", Wesley immediately said.
Gunn was annoyed by him due to various reasons, like wanting to take his girl. "Thanks for your opinion and I don't remember asking."
Fred wondered. "Was that the pain and suffering and despair thing you saw when you read Cordelia, Lorne?"
Lorne sighed. "'Fraid so, peanut. And if there was ever truth in advertising…"
"I'm glad I don't have that in me", Cordelia now muttered.
Fred suggested. "Charles, if he's really that big and bad, maybe we should wait for Angel. I mean, if he couldn't stop him…"
"Neither could I, not with what I had", Matt said regretfully.
Gunn asked. "So we just wait because we don't know what Angel would or wouldn't do?"
Angel entered through the front door.
"Would I do what?"
Fred exclaimed. "Angel, you're hurt!"
Angel assured. "I'll be…fine."
He took Connor from Cordelia. "Hey buddy, you okay?"
Connor made a sound as Angel said. "Gotcha!"
He put Connor on the reception table and told the rest. "Well, this thing has clearly got us all beat."
"Tell me about it", Matt muttered. "I couldn't stop him either, and looks like neither could you guys."
"Yeah, almost stabbed his eyes but he stabbed me instead", Angel groaned.
"Me too", Matt said, and then Fred looked at something behind Angel.
"Angel, look!" She said with a smile.
They all turned to see what she was pointing, and other than Matt, all of their eyes widened in joy.
Connor was crawling on the table!
Matt could hear it too.
"Oh my God!" Angel smiled, walking beside Connor, seeing him crawl. "Connor, you're crawling."
"I'm getting this", Gunn said as he lifted his phone up and started recording, with everyone else watching too.
"Well, ray of hope in the dark night and fiery skies", Lorne quipped. "Have I said how much I love little nibber there?"
"He's so cute doing that", Cordelia said with a smile of her own.
"Yes, something good happened this night", Wesley agreed with a nod.
"The child crawls quite well, better than I did then", Groo noted too.
"Congratulations kiddo, now you have levelled up", Matt said as all of them chuckled.
"He's so sweet", Fred smiled as Angel finally picked Connor up.
"Hey buddy, daddy is proud", Angel said in his childish tone as he took Vamp face, making Connor laugh, and then rocking him, put him back down in the crib.
This was a horrible night, but something good had happened at least for all of them.
Next day
Wesley sat on the couch, researching the material from Wolfram & Hart. There was knock at the door. He got up to answer it to find Lilah waiting for him. When she saw him, she sighed and smiled.
"Okay, I was just checking."
Wesley assured her. "I'm alive."
Lilah looked him up and down and commented. "Not by much from the looks of it." She walked in and hugged him.
She then reminded him. "I left you a couple hundred messages last night. Don't feel obligated to return any of them."
Wesley inquired. "And you're all right?"
"I'm fine. Slept at Wolfram & Hart", Lilah assured, then gave a tip. "FYI— safest place to be in case of an apocalypse." Then she made an offer she knew Wesley couldn't resist. "You, on the other hand… bet I can make you feel better."
She leaned in to kiss him but he turned his head aside and moved away from her. That was enough to make Lilah concerned.
"You know, it's weird. Rain of fire, whole city burning… why do I feel a chill?"
Wesley finally confessed. "I can't do this anymore."
Lilah smiled, not thinking it'd go very differently this time than before. "Yeah, yeah. I heard it a million times, cowboy. We both know how this song ends. You. Me. Broken furniture."
"It's over, Lilah."
Lilah looked at him for a beat and saw something in his eyes that hadn't been there before.
"You're serious", she finally realized.
Wesley told her. "After what I saw last night, I believe a day of reckoning has arrived."
Lilah asked, feeling hurt. "And you just reckon you'll toss in with the good guys?"
Wesley said. "I'm choosing a side."
Lilah pointed out. "And the girl of your dreams just happens to be on it. What are the odds?"
Wesley said. "This isn't about Fred. Or anyone else, for that matter. It's about right and wrong."
Lilah quipped. "And you have such a clear grip on those concepts."
Wesley said. "I've made mistakes."
Lilah told him. "You're making a big one now." She thought, then walked up to him and put her arms around him seductively. "I could wear the glasses again."
Wesley said. "Don't embarrass yourself." She finally realized he meant it and stepped back.
Wesley told her. "There is a line, Lilah. Black and white, good and evil."
Lilah nodded. "Funny thing about black and white… you mix it together and you get gray. And it doesn't matter how much white you try and put back in. You're never going to get anything but gray. And I don't see your Texas gal-pal wearing that color. Come to think of it, she prefers black."
Lilah turned and walked out, leaving Wesley behind.
Hyperion Hotel
Angel watched Connor sleep as Matt and Cordelia entered behind him.
"Hey", Cordelia greeted.
"Hey", Angel greeted back.
"There's something we need to tell you", Matt then said as Angel turned to them.
"What?"
"Uhh, the Beast, he popped out of the ground at the same spot Darla died", Cordelia revealed, and noted Angel's look of surprise. "And yes, same spot where your baby was born too."
"So what? Connor's connected to all this?" Angel wondered in surprise.
"No, I don't think he is, but I just wanted to let you know, maybe it popped out of there for a reason", Matt suggested to Angel, who did start considering it.
"What are you gonna do?" Angel then asked Matt.
"I'm thinking about it right now", Matt told him.
Lilah was sitting at Wolfram and Hart now, still sour about her breakup with Wesley, and to top it all, she had now been asked to cut a deal with the Beast.
Well, she had to try, it would save a few bucks for sure.
Suddenly, the lights went out and the building trembled on its foundations. Lilah quickly dialed security, but the line was dead.
She sighed, realizing it was bad, and reaching into her desk drawer, removed a semi-automatic pistol, slapping in a magazine and chambering a round.
Downstairs, people were thrown around as various bodies lay on the ground, broken and bleeding, and the Beast held up a severed head.
A blonde female lawyer punched the call button repeatedly as people were all going around in terror, and finally she decided to head for the stairs.
Lilah strode out into the chaos, and seeing everyone running around, walked back inside.
The people were in a mass exodus from the building when a guy was violently thrown down on others, and the Beast pushed 2 guys backwards, the door closing as he dealt out death.
People ran as one guy was yanked backwards and killed.
The Beast then strode around before deciding to pay the boss a visit.
Lilah was in her office when the door broke open to reveal the Beast, and she backed away, firing at it, but it didn't even flinch. She emptied her magazine as the Beast strode forwards, lifted her by the throat and slammed her to the table.
Lilah now tried to make a deal. "I can help you…..anything you need."
It ignored her and sank one claw into her abdomen as she gasped in pain. He tossed her aside and turned to another lawyer crawling away nearby.
The Beast walked to that one as Lilah took the opportunity and staggered down the corridor, holding her bleeding belly.
Lilah staggered down the dark corridor as the Beast strode behind her. As she passed a shattered office, hands yanked her inside.
It was Wesley, who closed the door as Lilah trailed off. "I don't understand….."
She almost fell over but he caught her. "Why are you here?"
"I have a man on the inside", he revealed.
Rhythmic thumps resounded through the building as Wesley asked. "What's that?"
Lilah gave an ironic smile. "That's the fat lady singing." She started to swoon again.
"Lilah!"
"The building automatically shuts down under full-scale attack", Lilah finally revealed.
"When you say "shuts down"…?"
Suddenly a massive steel shutter slammed down over the window in the office behind them.
"All windows, doors, air vents… nobody gets in—"
And then the office door slammed on its hinges too, revealing the Beast but Wesley carried Lilah bridal style out of a side-door to a corridor.
"Stay with me! Come on, Lilah, there must be a way out for someone like you. Think! A back door, something."
The Beast strode out into the corridor behind them as an unconscious lawyer started to come to and stand up.
Lilah told Wesley. "Around the corner, supply closet."
The Beast seized the hapless man and started ripping him to pieces.
Wesley ducked around the corner and set Lilah down, then reached into his supply bag.
Lilah inquired. "What are you stopping for?"
Wesley held up a fragmentation grenade.
"You've gotta be kidding me."
He pulled the pin and tossed the grenade at the feet of the approaching Beast. The creature looked down at it curiously as the grenade detonated with a tremendous blast.
Wesley draped Lilah's arm around his shoulders and they staggered off down the corridor.
Lilah asked. "Will it kill him?"
Wesley said. "No, but it might distract him for a moment."
They came to the supply closet and Lilah said. "It's in here."
He dragged her inside the small room and shut the door as the Beast strode out of the wreckage further down the corridor.
Lilah frantically pulled paper, pens and rolls of toilet tissue off the shelves, searching for something. "Come on, where is it?"
Wesley asked her. "You sure this is the right closet?"
"Yeah, third floor and lobby."
Wesley joined in, yanking everything off the shelves.
Lilah finally found what she was looking for: a steel handle set into the wall.
"Okay, here it is."
She twisted the handle and a metal panel slid back, revealing an escape chute.
The Beast ripped the door from its frame only to find the closet empty. It looked around for a beat, then moved on with a menacing snarl.
Wesley and Lilah tumbled into the storm sewer from an overhead duct. They landed in a crumpled heap, moaning and gasping pain, then slowly got to their feet.
Lilah asked. "Now what?"
Wesley immediately told her. "Now you disappear. You get patched up and leave town."
Lilah knew what he meant. "Turn tail and run?"
Wesley pointed out. "That thing won't quit until everyone at Wolfram & Hart is dead." He gave suggestions. "Go underground. Change your name. Don't make its job easy."
He started to walk away.
"Wesley!"
He stopped and turned. She looked meaningfully at him for a moment but he just stared back, his face a blank mask.
"Thank you."
Wesley stared at her for a beat.
"You're welcome."
Lilah smiled at him and nodded. Wesley hesitantly did the same and then headed off into the night.
After a moment, Lilah turned and limped away in the opposite direction.
At Hyperion, Matt was in his room when he sensed Stick and asked. "You got anything for me?"
"That's the problem, Matty, I got nothing for you", Stick sighed sadly. "When fire rained, I went to Strange."
"And?" Matt asked, a pit of dread forming in his stomach.
"They are at war with some douche called Nightmare, all the Mystics are magically asleep, and Strange is fighting the thing in his dream, so you're on your own now", Stick said regretfully, and Matt looked disappointed.
"Thanks for the heads up", Matt finally told Stick. "I appreciate it."
"Not to worry, kid", Stick assured him. "So, what will you do now?"
"Well, I still have one more option", Matt said as he walked past Stick. "You'll see."
"Be careful, Matty", Stick warned him.
"I will", Matt assured.
"And the Princess", Stick then told him. "Something doesn't feel right about her."
"Yeah, I know, just hope she gets over it", Matt sighed, neither of them aware of what was really going on with her.
Angel, Cordelia, Lorne and even Groo poured over the books, researching. Fred worked on her computer while Gunn sat nearby reading and nervously tapping a pencil on his book.
Fred then asked Gunn. "Can you not do that?"
"Oh!" Gunn realized he was annoying the others. "Sorry, it helps me think."
Fred realized she'd overacted. "Didn't mean to snap."
Cordelia shrugged. "I'm ready to crackle pop myself. The last 24 haven't exactly been normal. We're all tired."
Angel was pointed in tone. "Wonder why?" He kicked Lorne, who started awake and sat up on the settee, disoriented.
"Just… just meditating on the problem. Yeah, asking the inner Lorne for a little backup."
Gunn told the rest. "We're assuming it's a big connect-the-dot that Connor and the devilly guy have this alley in common but isn't this alley right behind Caritas— or at least what's left of it?"
Lorne nodded. "Yeah, that whole block is a big fat interdimensional happenin' hot spot."
Cordelia pointed out to them all. "Except this thing didn't emerge from a portal so much as a pothole."
The door opened and Wesley entered.
Gunn sighed. "Oh, good. More bad news."
Fred requested Gunn. "Can you just try to get along? He was your friend."
Gunn pointed out. "Heavy on the "was"."
Wesley walked down the stairs and into the lobby.
Angel realized. "You know where it is. The Beast."
Wesley told Angel immediately. "Inside Wolfram & Hart."
Gunn shrugged. "That answers a lot of questions. They're probably having a big sit-down, breaking bread."
Wesley revealed. "It's killing everything that moves in there."
Matt came down in that moment with his cane and case as Gunn was still unmoved. "I've heard worse news."
Matt had heard and walking to Wesley, asked in a whisper. "She all right?"
"Yes, she's safe", Wesley assured Matt and he nodded.
"Well, the big bad wolf has now killed all of Wolfram and Hart too", Gunn commented. "So how the hell are we supposed to beat it?"
"It's going to take a force far stronger and smarter than us to defeat it", Wesley agreed there.
"But where are we gonna get some, eh? I mean, one of the most powerful and skilled Vampires ever, who happens to have a soul, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen with a lovely voice from whom all Demons run, a former Higher Being, a street smart fighter with lots of experience, a really intelligent scientist who can come up with anything, a former Watcher who, again, has lots of experience, the former ruler and undefeated Champion of Pylea, and little old me", Lorne summed up the whole team. "And none of us were able to take it down."
"Now that you put it that way", Cordelia trailed off. "Yeah, what are we supposed to do?"
"I cannot think of anything, and my strength was not enough to defeat that creature either", Groo said sadly.
"So, where do we get this force?" Angel asked them all.
"I know where", Matt said as all looked over at him in that moment. "I am going to do what no Murdock has ever done in the 300 years since the Devil's curse was placed on our family."
Their eyes widened as they realized what Matt was implying.
"I am going to ask Mephisto to unlock Abaddon's power."
"What the hell? Have you gone completely mad?" Cordelia asked Matt, shaking him by the shoulders. "Think about what you're saying? You're asking the Devil to unlock the mini-Devil!"
"Yeah, this is too much Rocky, I mean, yeah, you've gone the distance before, but this time I fear you may not be able to", Lorne agreed with Cordelia about that.
"Don't do this", Angel requested. "We'll find some other way."
"It might be too late by the time you do", Matt pointed out to him grimly. "So far, it has been unbeatable, and only I managed to hurt it a little with my powers. Cordelia!"
Cordelia sighed and relented. "Yeah, I was there. Matt did damage the thing a little with his powers."
"So it seems like the Devil is our only option in that case", Wesley said sadly. "Nothing else was able to damage it."
"But its too risky man", Gunn said. "I mean, what if the Devil wants to kill you for not turning evil?"
"Or, I don't know, torture you for all eternity?" Fred asked too. "Like, cook you in a vat or something?!"
"He will be angry at you, that is for certain, due to him not being able to turn you", Groo agreed with the rest.
"Which is my only chance, I will get him to unlock my powers by suggesting it might turn me fully evil this time", Matt spoke his plan. "That's the only way this can be done."
"I doubt it", Angel said. "He's the Devil. Nothing's ever that simple with him."
"You got anything else?" Matt asked, and there was silence.
"I am weakened right now so I can't tap into the Hell-Mark by myself, so going to him is the only choice I have", Matt sighed, and then informed them all. "And Stick told me Strange and the Mystics are in battle with a powerful entity called Nightmare, who has put all of them to sleep magically, with only Strange fighting him in the dream world."
Now that horrified them even more as Gunn said. "Why does everyone have crap thrown at their way at the exact same time?"
"Yeah, this is one big and horrible coincidence", Cordelia agreed with a scoff.
"Bottom line, we are on our own", Wesley summed it up for them.
"So, with Strange not an option, who will you go to?" Angel inquired.
"Sunnydale", Matt revealed. "To Willow and Tara."
"They can't fight Mephisto", Angel said grimly.
"They don't have to fight him, just call him up for me", Matt explained to him.
Matt started walking off when Cordelia grasped his hand, looking and sounding desperate. "Don't go, please!"
"I have to", Matt said as he pulled himself free from her grip.
"Guess we have to trust in you then", Fred realized.
"Just be careful", Groo spoke up.
"Yeah, take care of yourself, Matt", Angel requested him.
"I will, and you guys do the same", Matt told Team Angel before walking off. "I'll be back, and when I am, the Beast will meet the Devil."
With that, he was gone.
"Well, what should we do now?" Gunn asked.
"I believe we should try to find out more", Wesley shrugged. "That's all we can do."
"Looks like it", Angel agreed.
"Oh yeah, if it's a fight you want, get someone else to do it, you lot got your collective arses handed to ya's."
Angel and Cordelia were both shocked by the voice, and all looked up as Allen Francis Doyle walked into the room, looking at the whole Team Angel.
"Doyle?" Cordelia asked in shock. "But you were…"
"Dead, right?" Doyle shrugged.
"How….?" Angel trailed off, in complete disbelief. "I saw you die."
"Yeah, the good fight, right?" Doyle asked with a shrug and smile.
"I'm sorry, Doyle, I'm so sorry, it should have been me", Angel said, looking like he was going to break down.
"We missed you", Cordelia said sadly, but then Lorne's eyes widened in horror as he finally felt the aura from 'Doyle'.
"That's not Doyle!" Lorne immediately shot out of his couch, pulling Angel and Cordelia back. "Stay away from him!"
"What? What are you talking about?" Cordelia asked Lorne.
"What is he then?" Angel asked.
"I never knew Doyle, but I do not believe he would look at us like that", Wesley commented, as they now realized 'Doyle' looked…..evil?
'Doyle' let out a laugh, one that chilled them all to their core, especially Angel and Cordelia. "Was wondering when you lot would figure it out. Too bad you wouldn't have if not for your green singing Demon friend, you found one to replace me, didn't ya? Or is it the ex-Watcher?"
"You're not Doyle", Cordelia snarled angrily, now clutching her fists. "Don't act like you are!"
"But I know all about him, and his relationship with you lot, including how he died for the good fight", 'Doyle' shrugged as a he paced around. "One can say I AM Doyle!"
As he walked around, he morphed into Buffy instead. "Or I can be whatever you want me to be." 'Buffy' looked at Angel and winked flirtily. "You want this, Angel?"
"Oh, it's you", Angel realized finally. "The First."
"Got that right", 'Buffy' said as she pointed a finger at Angel. "Guess that decayed brain is good for something."
"The entity that tried to make you commit suicide back in Sunnydale, is that right?" Wesley asked Angel, and he got a nod in response.
"Whoever you are, we have a huge Beast to deal with already, we don't have time for your bullcrap", Gunn said to the First, annoyed.
"Maybe you would if I said that", 'Buffy' morphed into 'Alonna', taking Gunn back as he now stepped back involuntarily. "I have information you people would love."
"No…." Gunn trailed off, tears welling in his eyes as Fred rubbed his back.
"It's not her", Fred assured, holding Gunn. "It's not her."
"Still reckless as ever, brother, you don't deserve her, no idea why she puts up with someone as dumb as you", the First mocked Gunn.
"Shut up!" Fred sneered as the First morphed into Spike.
"Hello there, mate, want to break a drink, like old times, drink of blood?" 'Spike' asked Angel with a chuckle, as Angel just glared.
"Just say what you want to", Angel snarled.
'Spike' morphed into Angelus at that point. "Just say what I want to? Where's the fun in that? We need some speeches, you know, big bad? Looking down on the moralists standing up to it, what do ya say, Angie?"
"You think your tricks terrify us? They don't!" Groo snarled, as the First chuckled again, now becoming Drusilla instead.
"You were courageous against me too, could not save your mind from mine", 'Drusilla' taunted Groo, pacing towards him slowly as he actually backed off.
"So, what, you're just here to play games?" Cordelia asked the First.
"Games, we love them, you, me, all", 'Drusilla' said to Cordelia, giving an ominous smirk as Cordelia glared back, realizing what it was getting at. "Just different sides, you", 'Drusilla' pointed at Cordelia, "me", 'Drusilla' pointed at herself, and then she gestured to the rest. "Them."
Due to how crazy Drusilla was, no one paid any heed to this, not realizing the significance.
"So, that's the info, two sides?" Lorne asked. "Not very useful."
'Drusilla' turned into 'Darla' at that point, and looked at Angel with a smirk as he looked back, not showing any emotions. "Still more useful than you, Angel." 'Darla' shook her head. "You couldn't even save our son from Holtz, your Devil friend had to do it for you."
"Its my fault, not his", Wesley said to 'Darla'.
"Yes, it is", 'Darla' agreed and turned to Angel. "You should kill him for it, he's a traitor."
"He has paid for it", Angel simply shrugged.
"Your goodness disgusts me", 'Darla' sneered.
"And you pretending to be who you aren't disgusts me", Cordelia sneered at the First.
"Rich coming from you", the First said and let out a laughter, making Cordelia pale for just a second, and the First was satisfied it had gotten through her skin for a bit.
"What do you want to tell us?" Angel finally asked.
"Well", 'Darla' morphed into 'Buffy' again. "I'm here to help. Let's beat the bad guy, the Beast thing."
"Right, you want to help us", Wesley said sarcastically.
"If it succeeds, I fail", 'Buffy' told them. "Which is why you get my help."
"Funny how the First Evil is dumber than a Beast", Cordelia mocked it.
"Funny you think it's the Beast you need to worry about", the First said with a smirk, shutting Cordelia up, though the rest thought it was referring to itself. "The Beast killed everyone at Wolfram and Hart, including the girl in the white room."
"Oh!" Angel said, remembering her. "All right."
"And, if you want to find out more", 'Buffy' looked between all of them. "The answer lies among you."
'Buffy' morphed back into 'Doyle', and told them all. "Oh, and as a parting gift, not a seizure inducing kiss this time", 'Doyle' looked at Cordelia with a wink, "look up the Ra-Tet, might find it an interesting read. Especially when it involves evil, little girls in white rooms, wouldn't you say, Angel?"
With that, the First walked off, leaving the shaken and dumbfounded Team Angel behind.
Stick was looking down on the city when 'Elektra' appeared next to him. "Here you are, counting your days I imagine."
"Don't need to", Stick shrugged.
"I mean, one wrong move, and you end up in one of many Hells for all that you did", 'Elektra' taunted him with an infuriating smirk, as Stick turned to her. "Then there's the fate of all the students you like, like me", a wound appeared in her gut, and she repeated in a whisper. "This is not the end."
Stick seemed unmoved as 'Elektra' said. "Then there's Matt, having a Devil inside of him, none can fight me."
Stick instead let out a laugh, confusing her.
"What's so funny?"
"Funny you should mention the Devil, because it proves you are a runt when it comes to actual evil", Stick taunted 'Elektra', and continued. "Compare yourself to Mephisto, Satan, Belasco or anyone else, you ain't got shit."
'Elektra' now looked at him as Stick continued. "You can say as much as you want about Matty, but he'll teach you a lesson in the human spirit and pure stubbornness. And Abaddon can just kick your ass."
'Elektra' looked spooked at this point as Stick mocked. "Ooooh, the First Bitch is scared. This is going to kill with Matty and the others."
The First glared and faded away as Stick said to his absent boy. "Be careful out there, Matty."
And we're done here, finally.
So here since Team Angel didn't need to go to Wolfram and Hart other than Wesley saving Lilah, the First was the best option instead.
Thanks a lot to Brainstorm Sorcerer for his help with that, and its scenes with Team Angel and Stick.
So the First gave them tips instead, since Jasmine's plan clashes with its own, and hope you enjoyed its verbal spar with Jasmine too, that was fun to write.
Now Matt is off to Sunnydale, and shall show up in one Buffy Season 7 episode.
Hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with another chapter.