Wesley looked up with hope as Jenny and Giles entered the library. "Did you find her?"
"No. Let's just hope Buffy had better luck," Rupert told him.
"Where's Willow and Xander?" Jenny asked as she sat down at the table, away from Wesley.
"I sent them home."
"Good idea. You might as well do the same thing. Rupert and I will stay here and wait for news from Buffy."
"No, I couldn't do that. Faith is my responsibility."
Rupert took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Wesley, just go. I'll call you when I hear anything."
"But. . ."
"But nothing. The last person either Buffy or Faith is going to want to see if they turn up here is you. Just do something right for once, and let Jenny and I smooth this mess over as best we can."
Beetroot red, Wesley rose from his seat. "All right." He looked at Jenny, who looked away from him. "I er, I'm sorry." Dropping his head, he walked out of the library.
"I'll make us some tea," Rupert suggested and walked into his office.
Jenny sighed and ran her hand through her hair, tired. What a long couple of days? The last thing they needed was a rogue Slayer on the loose. Rupert came out of his office and gently placing his hands on her shoulders, started to massage them for her. "Mmm. That feels good." She leaned back against him.
The whistle of the kettle indicated that the tea was ready. "I'll be back in a minute."
Jenny made a little moan of protest as his hands left her shoulders. "And you'll carry on with the massage? You promise?"
"I promise."
He emerged from his office with two blue cups and saucers of tea. He handed one of them to her, and took a sip of his own, before placing it on the table and resuming the massage.
The library doors opened and they both looked over to see Buffy. "Did you find her?" Giles asked, stopping massaging Jenny.
"Yeah. She was at the docks." Buffy sunk into a chair opposite Jenny.
"And?" Giles prodded.
"We got attacked. I almost got killed but she saved me. She could have just let me die Giles, but she didn't."
"That sounds promising," Jenny mused.
"I managed to persuade her to come back to Sunnydale with me. I think their might be hope in her being okay."
"Yes, maybe. You do realise that it isn't going to be easy Buffy? She's taken human life," Giles reminded.
"I know. But I think she stands a chance of getting through this Giles."
"Well, I certainly think she does with you standing by her," Giles said and smiled proudly at Buffy. "I suggest you go home and get some rest now Buffy, you deserve it."
"Yeah, I could do with some sleep." She stood. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight Buffy," Jenny called as Buffy headed for the exit. Looking up at Giles, Jenny raised her eyebrow, "Fancy going to bed yourself?"
His face broke into a huge smile. "Yes, I'm assuming that you'll be coming with me?"
"Ooh, that sounds like fun!"
He blushed and fidgeted with his glasses, before stuttering, "Mmy pplace?" He held his hand out to her.
Taking his hand, she agreed, "Sure." He pulled her up to her feet and towards him, kissing her on the lips. "Besides, I want more of that massage. Maybe a full body one, hmm?" She chuckled as he went even redder. Tugging on his hand, she said, "Come on England," and pulled him towards the exit.
- - -
Afew Days Later
An urgent knocking on the door interrupted Jenny's marking. Getting up off the sofa, she moved to the window and peered out into the darkness. Angel. He saw her and indicated for her to come to the door. Doing so, Jenny opened it, saying, "Angel? Is everything okay?" Her eyes went wide as she took in his appearance. He had blood on the front of his white shirt, and coming from the corner of his mouth. "Wwhat happened?"
"Faith. She attacked me." He looked around nervously. "Jenny can I come in?" Some instinct made Jenny hesitate. He noticed and pleaded, "Please Jenny? Faith will turn up any minute. I need to phone Buffy and tell her."
From the safety of her doorway, she looked closer at the blood in the corner of his mouth. She couldn't see a cut. "I. . .I don't know Angel."
He started to get agitated. "Oh come on Jenny? I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to phone Buffy."
She locked eyes with him. It was then that the realisation hit her. "Angelus? Oh my God!" She slammed the door in his face and gasping, leaned against it. He started hammering on it and she jumped away from the door. Moving to the window, she looked out. He had his game-face on.
"No. Let's just hope Buffy had better luck," Rupert told him.
"Where's Willow and Xander?" Jenny asked as she sat down at the table, away from Wesley.
"I sent them home."
"Good idea. You might as well do the same thing. Rupert and I will stay here and wait for news from Buffy."
"No, I couldn't do that. Faith is my responsibility."
Rupert took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Wesley, just go. I'll call you when I hear anything."
"But. . ."
"But nothing. The last person either Buffy or Faith is going to want to see if they turn up here is you. Just do something right for once, and let Jenny and I smooth this mess over as best we can."
Beetroot red, Wesley rose from his seat. "All right." He looked at Jenny, who looked away from him. "I er, I'm sorry." Dropping his head, he walked out of the library.
"I'll make us some tea," Rupert suggested and walked into his office.
Jenny sighed and ran her hand through her hair, tired. What a long couple of days? The last thing they needed was a rogue Slayer on the loose. Rupert came out of his office and gently placing his hands on her shoulders, started to massage them for her. "Mmm. That feels good." She leaned back against him.
The whistle of the kettle indicated that the tea was ready. "I'll be back in a minute."
Jenny made a little moan of protest as his hands left her shoulders. "And you'll carry on with the massage? You promise?"
"I promise."
He emerged from his office with two blue cups and saucers of tea. He handed one of them to her, and took a sip of his own, before placing it on the table and resuming the massage.
The library doors opened and they both looked over to see Buffy. "Did you find her?" Giles asked, stopping massaging Jenny.
"Yeah. She was at the docks." Buffy sunk into a chair opposite Jenny.
"And?" Giles prodded.
"We got attacked. I almost got killed but she saved me. She could have just let me die Giles, but she didn't."
"That sounds promising," Jenny mused.
"I managed to persuade her to come back to Sunnydale with me. I think their might be hope in her being okay."
"Yes, maybe. You do realise that it isn't going to be easy Buffy? She's taken human life," Giles reminded.
"I know. But I think she stands a chance of getting through this Giles."
"Well, I certainly think she does with you standing by her," Giles said and smiled proudly at Buffy. "I suggest you go home and get some rest now Buffy, you deserve it."
"Yeah, I could do with some sleep." She stood. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight Buffy," Jenny called as Buffy headed for the exit. Looking up at Giles, Jenny raised her eyebrow, "Fancy going to bed yourself?"
His face broke into a huge smile. "Yes, I'm assuming that you'll be coming with me?"
"Ooh, that sounds like fun!"
He blushed and fidgeted with his glasses, before stuttering, "Mmy pplace?" He held his hand out to her.
Taking his hand, she agreed, "Sure." He pulled her up to her feet and towards him, kissing her on the lips. "Besides, I want more of that massage. Maybe a full body one, hmm?" She chuckled as he went even redder. Tugging on his hand, she said, "Come on England," and pulled him towards the exit.
- - -
Afew Days Later
An urgent knocking on the door interrupted Jenny's marking. Getting up off the sofa, she moved to the window and peered out into the darkness. Angel. He saw her and indicated for her to come to the door. Doing so, Jenny opened it, saying, "Angel? Is everything okay?" Her eyes went wide as she took in his appearance. He had blood on the front of his white shirt, and coming from the corner of his mouth. "Wwhat happened?"
"Faith. She attacked me." He looked around nervously. "Jenny can I come in?" Some instinct made Jenny hesitate. He noticed and pleaded, "Please Jenny? Faith will turn up any minute. I need to phone Buffy and tell her."
From the safety of her doorway, she looked closer at the blood in the corner of his mouth. She couldn't see a cut. "I. . .I don't know Angel."
He started to get agitated. "Oh come on Jenny? I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to phone Buffy."
She locked eyes with him. It was then that the realisation hit her. "Angelus? Oh my God!" She slammed the door in his face and gasping, leaned against it. He started hammering on it and she jumped away from the door. Moving to the window, she looked out. He had his game-face on.