Bent by the Powers: Chapter 3
by Daniele_Marx
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or Angel, but the plot is from my own brain, and forgive me, I don't know anything about the show Angel, but I am slowly learning the ways. There will be updates should my assumptions be incorrect. Thank you.
~.Marx.~
Storyline: What would have happened if Glory had succeeded in killing all of the Scoobies but Buffy and Dawn?
P.S.=AFTER THIS CHAPTER, "BENT BY THE POWERS" WILL BE LISTED UNDER THE "ANGEL" CATEGORY BY CAUSE OF OBVIOUS REASONS. THANK YOU.
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"Where are they!" Glory demanded from her minions. They smiled reassuredly at her. She had been assumed to give up should her plan fail, but she had only been given more power to play with. She could feel Ben inside her, weak as ever. It wasn't a pretty feeling.
"Your loveliness, they must have left after you defeated them." The woman suddenly smiled, and looked at her nails.
"I didn't defeat them because she's still alive! And I don't have a portal here!" Glory ground out her distaste in the thought and made claws with her hands, facing them towards herself as she glared murderously at her palms.
"Revenge is yours, your grace. They fled from your power and now you have the opportunity to destroy them once and for all." Glory took a seat on her couch, examining her hands. One of her nails had been chipped off to the skin and she ground out her frustration and clenched her fists, feeling the emptiness of her missing nail.
"I can't believe I broke a nail. That Slayer is going to pay, mark my words. She will pay." Her minions began to give her a manicure, and she sat back. "Invincible, huh Slayer? I could make you bleed. I would have had your heart in my grasp if it weren't for that vampire. Go to her house and see where she is hiding, and give me any information you can find." And Ben will not get his body back until I get what I want, which is revenge exactly, she thought, relaxing herself to regroup her strength.
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When Buffy came to, she saw Angel sitting in front of her and Dawn right next to him, resting on the side of the bed. He hadn't slept she noticed, dazed. The operation was apparently successful, and she was feeling the morphine still, which felt great, but there was something wrong about this. Usually when she got injured, she wouldn't feel the pain as much the next morning, but she was under the influence of morphine, and with it, anything could be misinterpreted as peaceful when it wasn't. She knew she would feel pain should she even move a muscle, so she lie there without doing anything harsh.
"Feeling better?" He touched her hand with his, and they exchanged glances. She nodded.
"Just feeling a little defeated, but I have time, I hope." It had been a while since they had been able to be together, and now that they were, it seemed almost worse since they knew they shouldn't be together. It was like they knew it was wrong, but how could something so wrong feel so safe?
"We don't think she figured out you and Dawn were in L.A., and if she did, they would have, I imagine, a hard time pinpointing your location."
"She'll be shopping a lot, very expensive places. Cordelia should watch herself. If she got into my persoanl stuff, though, that could lead them anywhere." Buffy thought about Dawn's journals, and knew that they were burnt to a crisp, and she wrote about everything. She thought about her own journal, but they weren't all too specific about where Angel was, but L.A. seemed like a good piece of evidence to start out with. Glory might send her minions to her house, and if they rummaged through her stuff, they would be led to look through her private things, which was dangerous enough as it stood.
"Cordy loves to shop, but she's cut it down a bit." Angel touched her cheek. Buffy drew her attention to her past lover, and he caught her worry before she could shield it from him. "What's bothering you?"
"There's evidence in my house that could lead her here to L.A. and I don't feel confident enough that she won't find where we're hiding. I mean, I probably shouldn't have even come here if I knew this would happen. I shouldn't have brought this onto you. She could kill everyone and I wouldn't be strong enough to fight her..." Angel looked into her eyes at first, not saying anything. He felt sorry for her situation, but he had never turned down an opportunity to help her yet and he would be damned if he let her walk out with the intention of just running. He wasn't worried about her not being strong enough, but he was worried that she would try to blame herself fully, which wasn't to be done in the first place.
"Don't." he said sternly. Buffy shut her eyes, holding back the urge to cry. They were easier to hold back if she only looked at him. "Whatever happens will happen. Even if she stormed through that door right now I wouldn't let her come near you. You did the right thing by coming here; you know I would never let anything bad happen to you so long as I am near. We've got a strong team here. Wesley has already gone to all of the books about Gods and he even went so far as to contact the Council. He did some threatening and things are getting done."
"Wesley is your boss now?" Angel smiled as she seemed to snap out of her thoughts.
"Yeah; he's not too bad when it comes to organization. Considering I'm over two-hundred years old that's something to be proud of. I was always a loner when it came down to it. When we began to expand, I found I couldn't be the right guy for the job, and I'm okay with it." Buffy felt guilt then. Man, she thought. I hope this doesn't keep up. I don't think I can take it.
"I want everyone to be safe, Angel."
"We'll take the hits as they come, Buffy. Don't worry about it until you're healed."
"Only one thing feels safe, though, and he along with his entire team can die because of one action made by me. It isn't supposed to be fair, but it isn't supposed to be a massacre. I've seen too much happen. Things go wrong and I can't stop them, deaths, chaos, everything..."
"It'll be easier to live together if we put the past behind us..." Buffy nodded, and then hesitated. She smiled, and he smiled in return. "But for the record it's my turn to make you stronger." They intertwined their fingers together and just stared at one another. "They're talking about your recovery time; it'll be awhile."
"But I should be healed soon."
"Wesley and I were concerned about your previous state. You weren't healing right. Even your slayer skills were limited unless you got some rest after the wounds were made."
"I know what you mean. The feeling is still here but it should have been gone by now. The problem was that I wasn't trying to relax or even let Dawn drive on the way down. I tried very hard to stay awake and alert in case she followed us and didn't think Dawn could handle the situation."
"Adrenaline can do that, but we're glad you didn't hurt yourself more." Angel brought his hand up and stroked her cheek. "You're going to pull through this and then we're going to help you with Glorificus."
"Thank you, Angel."
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Buffy spent one more day in the hospital, and after the prescriptions were handed over in Angel's care, she was allowed to leave. Dawn was to stay with Cordelia underwraps, and Buffy was going to stay at the Hyperion.
"Take care of Dawn, Cordy, and be careful."
"We're practically neighbors, Buffy." They had left ten minutes earlier, then the two finally got up and began to leave. Angel supported Buffy mostly, careful not to hurt her, and she was content to let him help her. They began walking towards the elevator. She had been roomed on the third floor, but they didn't think of the chance to take the stairs; it wasn't an option.
"Lets get you home..." Home, Buffy thought as Angel pressed the down button. He held her in his arms and she sighed, leaning into him. This felt like home, but their views of home were different on three different levels. One was his on going back to the Hyperion Hotel, one was hers as she thought of the home she claimed in his arms, and the other was hers as well, where home was Sunnydale, where there was death and destruction and chaos. He interrupted her thoughts and the door opened. "I was worried." He carefully guided her into the empty elevator and pushed the button for the main level. The doors slid shut. There was no shock or surprise at the sight or absence of a reflection on his part against the elevator wall. She leaned into his chest, and closed her eyes.
"I know. Thank you, for taking me to the hospital when I didn't think I needed one." He stood while supporting her weight and she leaned into him. Home...Maybe home was wherever he was, or where her friends were now, or maybe even in the darkness of Sunnydale where she fought the undead for years, but she knew one thing for sure: Home was a thought or place where you felt safe and secure. As soon as you come home from a hard day's work, the feeling of security takes over and you feel safe and everything will be okay. Angel was home right now, and Buffy didn't argue anymore. She had stopped arguing a long time ago.
"It would have taken longer if you hadn't been the Slayer." Buffy didn't know what she was expecting when the door pinged and she tensed; maybe it was the anxiousness of Glory being in there, waiting for her with an iron fist. Angel held her, comforting her as best he could; he knew what she was afraid of: Glory being somewhere near when she wasn't strong enough to fight. Buffy Summers the Vampire Slayer was one of many demon fighters; her name would be in the books with the Council, but as soon as she died, another would come. Another Slayer would come to save the world; not Buffy Summers. The door chimed, and slid open, revealing the lobby. The sun had begun to set, and they walked out the rear entrance to the parking lot. They began walking to his car, and she realized something. "I don't think I'm going to be driving my evidence anytime soon. Do you know where I can hide it?"
"Your car? What kind of condition is it in?"
"Fair. I don't want anything where Glory or her minions can find it."
"We'll find a place for it."
"Someplace far from here." Angel nodded, not questioning her because she wouldn't be driving it anytime soon. When they found his car he opened the passenger door for her and helping her lower into the seat. A slight hiss escaped her and formed a frown of pain to sweep across her features. When she finally was situated on the seat she buckled her seatbelt before Angel shut the door and went to get in himself. When she saw him sit down next to her and start the car.
"Well, I know I'm not going anywhere, so the only thing I'll be doing is helping with the research."
"We'll see, Buffy. Lets not push it right away." Angel stopped at a red light after awhile. They looked at one another, surprised somewhat that they were still at some kind of peace just being around one another. There was no rush to be closer as soon as they realized neither of them were going anywhere, and they met halfway, their lips touching in a gentle brush. The light turned green rather quickly, and they didn't move until someone honked at them from behind. They parted and he stepped on the gas pedal rather harshly, causing Buffy to fall back against the seat; he slowed down and turned left at the next intersection. She looked out the mirror to see a car turning behind them. She forced the pain down as she slid down into the seat. Angel looked over quickly as if wondering if he hurt her, but then saw her attention on the side view mirror. He looked back and saw the probable tail behind them.
"Did I hurt you?" She held her breath, trying to remain down despite her stretched back; her eyes were still on the car behind them as she lowered herself even more into the seat. "Buffy--"
"I'll live." He let up on the gas pedal and turned left at the next intersection; the car followed. He sped up to get to the next crossing, and turned right. Pulling into a dark alley, he shut off his lights, and waited for the car to pass; they weren't disappointed. The car moved right past them, not looking through any of the hiding places that had been concealed by the darkness and lack of lighting. "Have any enemies in these parts?"
"A bunch of lawyers, but these guys are probably from the local hideouts looking for information. They're waiting for something interesting to turn up. They probably don't know who you are."
"All the better. What now?" she said. Her voice was thick with trying to conceal her actual feelings.
"Wait until they get out of sight, then maybe hunt them down later. But for now, we need to get you to my place. They're gone." Buffy sat up, and looked around. Angel backed out of the alley, and saw the car following them appear at the same corner they turned at. "Down." Buffy did as told, and he touched her shoulder gently. "Tell me when it hurts."
"These aren't demons who are looking for information." she said quietly. They must have been some sort of bounty hunters if they tried again. Anyone suspicious would be followed until one of the parties won.
"Yeah."
"But Lawyers seem to be worse? I've never had to deal with them." Angel began to drive away from the driveway, slowly at first.
"You can't drive a stake through their heart."
"Didn't know they had them." She sucked in a breath. "Don't worry about me. Try to lose them. I'll get in the way surely."
"Get down on the floor and hide yourself." She unbuckled her restraints, then lowered herself to the floor of the car, and faced the back of the plymouth, looking up at Angel.
"Don't let them get off easy for my benefit, okay?" He didn't want to hurt her, but knew she was strong enough to take a few jolts and pushes when pain took a hold of her.
"For your warning, I drive recklessly when being followed." Buffy nodded, and then gripped the seat; he sped up, letting the other car follow him.
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Wesley was waiting in Cordelia's apartment, impatient and nervous. It wasn't that long a drive from the hospital, and he knew the two wouldn't stop to get intimate if they valued their lives. They should've called, at least. He hoped they were okay, but knew better. Dawn was finally asleep; she had been crying for about ten minutes on Cordy's shoulder before drifting into a restless, nightmarish slumber. It was painful to watch her suffer as she had, her being the one whom a God was killing to get to. He knew if something happened to her Buffy would have nothing but Angel.
She and Angel yearned for each other, and one would compare their needs between the needs of a storm and its wind: one cannot function without the other properly, but it will if it has to. The two had a connection like no other; her slayer senses knew when he was near, and when he fed off of her he received some of those powers, but their connection was stronger than that yet. He tried to think of something that could explain their feelings, but his mind drew a blank. The phone rang, and he went to answer it rather quickly.
"Angel?"
"Wesley, we just got back. We were followed, but I lost them."
"How's Buffy?"
"She took a few hits, but she'll be okay."
"Good. I estimate about a month's rest for her, then start on training."
"We'll see."
"Her determination should be at an all time high?"
"Lets discuss this later, okay, Wes?"
"Sure. See you in the morning Angel. We have some information to discuss with you."
"Take care." The two hung up, and Wesley went to speak with Cordelia. He was going to check up on Dawn one more time before leaving for the Hyperion. He and Gunn had found some information in the books concerning Glorificus, and wanted to ask Buffy about it and what she knew of the God. The Council were not so compliant on certain matters, seemingly upset about something Buffy did. It seemed that she had gone and took matters into her own hands, listing off demands and getting them because she was the slayer, not their puppet. Good for you, Buffy, Wesley thought. That's the way to move them about. It made him happier than anything to know that she stood up to those idiots across the sea, and he anticipated that she would want to move on as quickly as possible, but one thing remained: Could they take out a God?
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A/N: Thank you those who reviewed. I would still be stuck on day one if I hadn't had the information and support of you guys.
by Daniele_Marx
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or Angel, but the plot is from my own brain, and forgive me, I don't know anything about the show Angel, but I am slowly learning the ways. There will be updates should my assumptions be incorrect. Thank you.
~.Marx.~
Storyline: What would have happened if Glory had succeeded in killing all of the Scoobies but Buffy and Dawn?
P.S.=AFTER THIS CHAPTER, "BENT BY THE POWERS" WILL BE LISTED UNDER THE "ANGEL" CATEGORY BY CAUSE OF OBVIOUS REASONS. THANK YOU.
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"Where are they!" Glory demanded from her minions. They smiled reassuredly at her. She had been assumed to give up should her plan fail, but she had only been given more power to play with. She could feel Ben inside her, weak as ever. It wasn't a pretty feeling.
"Your loveliness, they must have left after you defeated them." The woman suddenly smiled, and looked at her nails.
"I didn't defeat them because she's still alive! And I don't have a portal here!" Glory ground out her distaste in the thought and made claws with her hands, facing them towards herself as she glared murderously at her palms.
"Revenge is yours, your grace. They fled from your power and now you have the opportunity to destroy them once and for all." Glory took a seat on her couch, examining her hands. One of her nails had been chipped off to the skin and she ground out her frustration and clenched her fists, feeling the emptiness of her missing nail.
"I can't believe I broke a nail. That Slayer is going to pay, mark my words. She will pay." Her minions began to give her a manicure, and she sat back. "Invincible, huh Slayer? I could make you bleed. I would have had your heart in my grasp if it weren't for that vampire. Go to her house and see where she is hiding, and give me any information you can find." And Ben will not get his body back until I get what I want, which is revenge exactly, she thought, relaxing herself to regroup her strength.
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When Buffy came to, she saw Angel sitting in front of her and Dawn right next to him, resting on the side of the bed. He hadn't slept she noticed, dazed. The operation was apparently successful, and she was feeling the morphine still, which felt great, but there was something wrong about this. Usually when she got injured, she wouldn't feel the pain as much the next morning, but she was under the influence of morphine, and with it, anything could be misinterpreted as peaceful when it wasn't. She knew she would feel pain should she even move a muscle, so she lie there without doing anything harsh.
"Feeling better?" He touched her hand with his, and they exchanged glances. She nodded.
"Just feeling a little defeated, but I have time, I hope." It had been a while since they had been able to be together, and now that they were, it seemed almost worse since they knew they shouldn't be together. It was like they knew it was wrong, but how could something so wrong feel so safe?
"We don't think she figured out you and Dawn were in L.A., and if she did, they would have, I imagine, a hard time pinpointing your location."
"She'll be shopping a lot, very expensive places. Cordelia should watch herself. If she got into my persoanl stuff, though, that could lead them anywhere." Buffy thought about Dawn's journals, and knew that they were burnt to a crisp, and she wrote about everything. She thought about her own journal, but they weren't all too specific about where Angel was, but L.A. seemed like a good piece of evidence to start out with. Glory might send her minions to her house, and if they rummaged through her stuff, they would be led to look through her private things, which was dangerous enough as it stood.
"Cordy loves to shop, but she's cut it down a bit." Angel touched her cheek. Buffy drew her attention to her past lover, and he caught her worry before she could shield it from him. "What's bothering you?"
"There's evidence in my house that could lead her here to L.A. and I don't feel confident enough that she won't find where we're hiding. I mean, I probably shouldn't have even come here if I knew this would happen. I shouldn't have brought this onto you. She could kill everyone and I wouldn't be strong enough to fight her..." Angel looked into her eyes at first, not saying anything. He felt sorry for her situation, but he had never turned down an opportunity to help her yet and he would be damned if he let her walk out with the intention of just running. He wasn't worried about her not being strong enough, but he was worried that she would try to blame herself fully, which wasn't to be done in the first place.
"Don't." he said sternly. Buffy shut her eyes, holding back the urge to cry. They were easier to hold back if she only looked at him. "Whatever happens will happen. Even if she stormed through that door right now I wouldn't let her come near you. You did the right thing by coming here; you know I would never let anything bad happen to you so long as I am near. We've got a strong team here. Wesley has already gone to all of the books about Gods and he even went so far as to contact the Council. He did some threatening and things are getting done."
"Wesley is your boss now?" Angel smiled as she seemed to snap out of her thoughts.
"Yeah; he's not too bad when it comes to organization. Considering I'm over two-hundred years old that's something to be proud of. I was always a loner when it came down to it. When we began to expand, I found I couldn't be the right guy for the job, and I'm okay with it." Buffy felt guilt then. Man, she thought. I hope this doesn't keep up. I don't think I can take it.
"I want everyone to be safe, Angel."
"We'll take the hits as they come, Buffy. Don't worry about it until you're healed."
"Only one thing feels safe, though, and he along with his entire team can die because of one action made by me. It isn't supposed to be fair, but it isn't supposed to be a massacre. I've seen too much happen. Things go wrong and I can't stop them, deaths, chaos, everything..."
"It'll be easier to live together if we put the past behind us..." Buffy nodded, and then hesitated. She smiled, and he smiled in return. "But for the record it's my turn to make you stronger." They intertwined their fingers together and just stared at one another. "They're talking about your recovery time; it'll be awhile."
"But I should be healed soon."
"Wesley and I were concerned about your previous state. You weren't healing right. Even your slayer skills were limited unless you got some rest after the wounds were made."
"I know what you mean. The feeling is still here but it should have been gone by now. The problem was that I wasn't trying to relax or even let Dawn drive on the way down. I tried very hard to stay awake and alert in case she followed us and didn't think Dawn could handle the situation."
"Adrenaline can do that, but we're glad you didn't hurt yourself more." Angel brought his hand up and stroked her cheek. "You're going to pull through this and then we're going to help you with Glorificus."
"Thank you, Angel."
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Buffy spent one more day in the hospital, and after the prescriptions were handed over in Angel's care, she was allowed to leave. Dawn was to stay with Cordelia underwraps, and Buffy was going to stay at the Hyperion.
"Take care of Dawn, Cordy, and be careful."
"We're practically neighbors, Buffy." They had left ten minutes earlier, then the two finally got up and began to leave. Angel supported Buffy mostly, careful not to hurt her, and she was content to let him help her. They began walking towards the elevator. She had been roomed on the third floor, but they didn't think of the chance to take the stairs; it wasn't an option.
"Lets get you home..." Home, Buffy thought as Angel pressed the down button. He held her in his arms and she sighed, leaning into him. This felt like home, but their views of home were different on three different levels. One was his on going back to the Hyperion Hotel, one was hers as she thought of the home she claimed in his arms, and the other was hers as well, where home was Sunnydale, where there was death and destruction and chaos. He interrupted her thoughts and the door opened. "I was worried." He carefully guided her into the empty elevator and pushed the button for the main level. The doors slid shut. There was no shock or surprise at the sight or absence of a reflection on his part against the elevator wall. She leaned into his chest, and closed her eyes.
"I know. Thank you, for taking me to the hospital when I didn't think I needed one." He stood while supporting her weight and she leaned into him. Home...Maybe home was wherever he was, or where her friends were now, or maybe even in the darkness of Sunnydale where she fought the undead for years, but she knew one thing for sure: Home was a thought or place where you felt safe and secure. As soon as you come home from a hard day's work, the feeling of security takes over and you feel safe and everything will be okay. Angel was home right now, and Buffy didn't argue anymore. She had stopped arguing a long time ago.
"It would have taken longer if you hadn't been the Slayer." Buffy didn't know what she was expecting when the door pinged and she tensed; maybe it was the anxiousness of Glory being in there, waiting for her with an iron fist. Angel held her, comforting her as best he could; he knew what she was afraid of: Glory being somewhere near when she wasn't strong enough to fight. Buffy Summers the Vampire Slayer was one of many demon fighters; her name would be in the books with the Council, but as soon as she died, another would come. Another Slayer would come to save the world; not Buffy Summers. The door chimed, and slid open, revealing the lobby. The sun had begun to set, and they walked out the rear entrance to the parking lot. They began walking to his car, and she realized something. "I don't think I'm going to be driving my evidence anytime soon. Do you know where I can hide it?"
"Your car? What kind of condition is it in?"
"Fair. I don't want anything where Glory or her minions can find it."
"We'll find a place for it."
"Someplace far from here." Angel nodded, not questioning her because she wouldn't be driving it anytime soon. When they found his car he opened the passenger door for her and helping her lower into the seat. A slight hiss escaped her and formed a frown of pain to sweep across her features. When she finally was situated on the seat she buckled her seatbelt before Angel shut the door and went to get in himself. When she saw him sit down next to her and start the car.
"Well, I know I'm not going anywhere, so the only thing I'll be doing is helping with the research."
"We'll see, Buffy. Lets not push it right away." Angel stopped at a red light after awhile. They looked at one another, surprised somewhat that they were still at some kind of peace just being around one another. There was no rush to be closer as soon as they realized neither of them were going anywhere, and they met halfway, their lips touching in a gentle brush. The light turned green rather quickly, and they didn't move until someone honked at them from behind. They parted and he stepped on the gas pedal rather harshly, causing Buffy to fall back against the seat; he slowed down and turned left at the next intersection. She looked out the mirror to see a car turning behind them. She forced the pain down as she slid down into the seat. Angel looked over quickly as if wondering if he hurt her, but then saw her attention on the side view mirror. He looked back and saw the probable tail behind them.
"Did I hurt you?" She held her breath, trying to remain down despite her stretched back; her eyes were still on the car behind them as she lowered herself even more into the seat. "Buffy--"
"I'll live." He let up on the gas pedal and turned left at the next intersection; the car followed. He sped up to get to the next crossing, and turned right. Pulling into a dark alley, he shut off his lights, and waited for the car to pass; they weren't disappointed. The car moved right past them, not looking through any of the hiding places that had been concealed by the darkness and lack of lighting. "Have any enemies in these parts?"
"A bunch of lawyers, but these guys are probably from the local hideouts looking for information. They're waiting for something interesting to turn up. They probably don't know who you are."
"All the better. What now?" she said. Her voice was thick with trying to conceal her actual feelings.
"Wait until they get out of sight, then maybe hunt them down later. But for now, we need to get you to my place. They're gone." Buffy sat up, and looked around. Angel backed out of the alley, and saw the car following them appear at the same corner they turned at. "Down." Buffy did as told, and he touched her shoulder gently. "Tell me when it hurts."
"These aren't demons who are looking for information." she said quietly. They must have been some sort of bounty hunters if they tried again. Anyone suspicious would be followed until one of the parties won.
"Yeah."
"But Lawyers seem to be worse? I've never had to deal with them." Angel began to drive away from the driveway, slowly at first.
"You can't drive a stake through their heart."
"Didn't know they had them." She sucked in a breath. "Don't worry about me. Try to lose them. I'll get in the way surely."
"Get down on the floor and hide yourself." She unbuckled her restraints, then lowered herself to the floor of the car, and faced the back of the plymouth, looking up at Angel.
"Don't let them get off easy for my benefit, okay?" He didn't want to hurt her, but knew she was strong enough to take a few jolts and pushes when pain took a hold of her.
"For your warning, I drive recklessly when being followed." Buffy nodded, and then gripped the seat; he sped up, letting the other car follow him.
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Wesley was waiting in Cordelia's apartment, impatient and nervous. It wasn't that long a drive from the hospital, and he knew the two wouldn't stop to get intimate if they valued their lives. They should've called, at least. He hoped they were okay, but knew better. Dawn was finally asleep; she had been crying for about ten minutes on Cordy's shoulder before drifting into a restless, nightmarish slumber. It was painful to watch her suffer as she had, her being the one whom a God was killing to get to. He knew if something happened to her Buffy would have nothing but Angel.
She and Angel yearned for each other, and one would compare their needs between the needs of a storm and its wind: one cannot function without the other properly, but it will if it has to. The two had a connection like no other; her slayer senses knew when he was near, and when he fed off of her he received some of those powers, but their connection was stronger than that yet. He tried to think of something that could explain their feelings, but his mind drew a blank. The phone rang, and he went to answer it rather quickly.
"Angel?"
"Wesley, we just got back. We were followed, but I lost them."
"How's Buffy?"
"She took a few hits, but she'll be okay."
"Good. I estimate about a month's rest for her, then start on training."
"We'll see."
"Her determination should be at an all time high?"
"Lets discuss this later, okay, Wes?"
"Sure. See you in the morning Angel. We have some information to discuss with you."
"Take care." The two hung up, and Wesley went to speak with Cordelia. He was going to check up on Dawn one more time before leaving for the Hyperion. He and Gunn had found some information in the books concerning Glorificus, and wanted to ask Buffy about it and what she knew of the God. The Council were not so compliant on certain matters, seemingly upset about something Buffy did. It seemed that she had gone and took matters into her own hands, listing off demands and getting them because she was the slayer, not their puppet. Good for you, Buffy, Wesley thought. That's the way to move them about. It made him happier than anything to know that she stood up to those idiots across the sea, and he anticipated that she would want to move on as quickly as possible, but one thing remained: Could they take out a God?
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A/N: Thank you those who reviewed. I would still be stuck on day one if I hadn't had the information and support of you guys.