STANDARD DISCLAIMER : BLAHBLAHBLAH...I don't own any of these chara's 'cept maybe one I might make up , and if you can figure out whos made up by me and who exists on the show I'll have a note at the bottom. Kay? Dont own the show just haveN some fun w/ their talented creations.

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"So-let-me-get-this-straight , The WATCHER'S COUNCIL is a bunch of snot nosed fools who are trying to control the slayer." Gunn took in a deep breath and held it a moment before exhaling. "So how does this apply to Wesley. He used to be one of them right? He USED to be one of them , but now he's not. He hasn't been for a while so what would they want with him now?" He prompted still not quite understanding the situation. he hated feeling like the 'outsider.' If something was going on with any of his friends he wanted to know. Thats the way it had always been. He'd always know exactly what was happening with them. Now he felt he was losing it , losing them , and at the moment above all losing Wesley. He WOULDN'T let that happen. From what he could tell the Watcher's council was a few little boy's and girls who wanted to play like grownups so they dresseed in fancy suits and surrounded themselves with lots of people they felt they could control. The slayer to them was a toy. And a shield for that matter , after all they couldn't be expected to get involved in any kind of physical work. They were much to busy with the difficult task of bossing her around. He smiled inwardly remembering what Angel had told him. Buffy 'd quit. he silently cheered her heroic actions. Go Buffy , maybe she was what Angel said and clearly believed. "Maybe ," Cordelia broke into his thoughts." Maybe, they're afraid Wesley will spill on some of their big important stuff." She offered with a shrug. "No, Gunn's right Cordelia. Why Now?" Angel put in suddenly. "Infact from what he said I don't think this really involves the council all that much. I think its personal." He added solemly his gaze growing distant like when he was thinking about something that troubled him. "But then what about the spell. Its got Watcher's council written all over it. It REEKS of the council." Cordelia persisted. "Well maybe the council is just something they have in common. Maybe they learned the spells from the council and are using them here on Wesley. Maybe we're wrong. I DON'T KNOW!" Gunn threw up his arms in defeat. "Alright," Cordelia said trying to ease the tension in the room. "Lets all just , just calm down. i think we should give it a rest for the night." She told them. "No way. I'm not resting until I found out whats going on with wesley , PERIOD!" Gunn stated adamently. "Me neither." Angel said , and the two walked out of the room in seperate directions. "FINE!" Cordelia shouted giving into her own defeat. "I'll go do some research and-" Her words ended with a sharp cry as she grabbed her head and collapsed to the floor. Both men came rushing back into the room. "Cordelia!" Angel cried kneeling beside her. Gunn stood over them concern tight in his features. "I , I oh no... " She gasped as the vision pierced her mind , and invaded her being. she could see them , two people , a man and a woman. Once she recovered Gunn brought her a glass of water while Angel wiped the sweat from her forehead. "What is it Cordelia what did you see?" He asked carefull not to sound to harsh but the urgencey of his tone was thickly present. "I , They were being attacked by a bunch of people , dr-dragged away , I..." Angel cut her off. "And address Cordelia give me an address!"...............

Roger Alkheim fell to his knees as he and his fiancee hurried down the street. They were gaining on them. No more time , he thought. "Vicky just go!" He screamed at the girl who had stopped to try and pull him up. "NO! I wont leave you!" She cried trying to drag him to his feet , but Roger was so heavey. And then they were upon the two like an angry swarm.........

"Get away from them!" Angel screamed pushing aside the man after man dressed in dark clothing. He made his way to the center of the crowd that included about 20 people. There were the two people from Cordelia's vision cowering against the wakll of a building as two men attempted to drag them away. They came at him then and he lashed out surprised when the first man he hit turned to black dust that faded into the air. He was much closer to his next asailent when he struck , the faces that he had first though shrouded by hats or shadow were not there he realised. "They're Shadows!" he murmered in surprise though hardly disbelief. One roughly hit his jaw. "Shadow's with a mean uppercut." His arm tore straight the creature and it never made a sound. Soon there was nothing where there had been previously twenty swift creatures. no bodies no creatures only the three left standing. Well one was standing the other two were still cowering. Thankyou the man cried pushing tro his feet. The girl came up beside him. Angel bared his 'other face.' "Who are you?" he demanded. "And what do you want with Wesley?" The man froze. "W-what. W-wesley?" He stammere. Angel advanced on him. "Speak now or....." The man raised a hand to stop him. "Okay , okay. Let me introduce us. I am Roger Alkheim , and this is my fiancee Victoria. We're , we're friends of Wesley's , and we want him to come home..........."

Rain pattered softly outside and Wesley rose to go and take a glimpse. Despite the swimming of his vision at first he was able to stand and once his eyes cleared , he moved to the window. "What are they doing here?" He wondered softly aloud. "Why don't you tell us?" The voice came from across the room. wesley turned quickly. "Gunn ," Cordelia joined him as she came through the doorway. "Cordelia...tell you what?" He asked. "Wesley, who were those people?" She demanded. "Please wesley tell us we're were worried about you. Are you alright?"Her voice was close to breaking he could tell and there were tears forming in her eyes. He could try to explain. Once he did it would all fit to together like a puzzle , no more like a mirror because it would reflect something. The only problem was would they see it all the same way as him? As it was the story lay in pieces , and even they were blurred by something much like rain , perhaps the rain was a metaphor. A metaphore for all the emotions and fears that were being poured upon them. They were obscuring the images and changing the way things could be seen. Channging the whole reflection. And there were still some pieces to be found...*********


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*Not done yet Yey tell me what u think! Thanx so much to the person who wrote me and reminded me to keep working. U-know who you are....motivation , i reallly needed it! next chapter coming up fast..I HOPE!and I hope that you Hope so too!