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Disclaimer: Characters and Premise are borrowed from the show "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel". |
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"Residual energies in the elevator shaft suggest a portal, like those we employed in traveling to and from Pylea, was opened there," Wesley reported. "So we've got a hot spot in the Hotel? Now that's just what we need," Gunn complained. "Not naturally," Willow said. "It looks like the energy was routed from somewhere else to create an artificial hot spot right there." "So someone abducted Angel and Fred using a portal?" Cordelia asked. "I rather think the intent of the incident was somewhat different," Wesley said quietly. "So what do you think happened?" Xander asked. "Such a precise manipulation of the portal would require no little skill," Wesley replied. "And Fred is the foremost expert in portal mechanics." "You think the chit's responsible," Spike realized. "Fred?" Cordelia said skeptically. "She wouldn't kidnap Angel." "She would if she thought it was in his best interest." Wesley's voice sounded sad. "What would she think Angel needed protection from here?" Gunn asked in disbelief. "From us," Wesley replied. "She was protecting him from us. You all know Fred blamed us for Angel's current state of despair, and she was right. Undoubtedly she felt she could bring him back out of it if we weren't in the equation." "So what does that mean in terms of what do I have to do?" Spike asked impatiently. "We'll have to go back to Pylea, find Angel and provide him with a way back," Wesley said. "What makes you think he'll use it?" Spike asked. "He has to," Cordelia said. "I get visions, Angel has to take care of them. He promised, that means he'll do it, won't he?" _____________________________________________________________________________ "You want some?" Fred asked offering Angel some meat from the wild pig-thing she was roasting over their fire. "I already ate the part I need," Angel declined. "You know, every time I change it gets easier to control the demon. The first time here, I was barely even aware of what was happening, it was almost like loosing my soul. When I fought the Grooselog it was all I could do to force the beast back into its cage. Now, it's more like having it on a leash. I let it come to the surface, but it's never actually out of my control." "I told you you could do it," Fred told him warmly. "You just worry too much." |
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