Disclaimer: If I owned Buffy and/or Angel Sunnydale would not have turned
into the cliché crater when Buffy ended.
AN: Well. We're back. Sorry to all those loyal readers (if there are any of you left after this long delay) and thanks for all the reviews. Any way sorry for the delay, but real life and school intruded upon the idea of leisure time, but here is the next chapter. Hopefully the next chapter will be out a lot faster.
I Swear They're NOT MINE!
By Daggerpoint and Clinically Insane
Several hours later found Wesley and Lilah standing in an alley around the corner from the museum. Lilah paced infront of their parked car, as Wesley sat on the hood eyeing her restless movement.
"You do realize your going to wear out the soles of your shoes, before you come close to putting a dent in the asphalt?"
"Shut up. I didn't realize it would be so hard to think of a non- conspicuous way in. God, all those hours gone."
"Are you regretting the way we spent them?" Wesley sneered.
"No, but how the HELL are we going to get in?"
"Good." Wesley pushed himself off the hood of the car. "Now your in luck. You get to see the stuff I came from," he stated as he walked around and opened the trunk.
"What the hell are you talking." Lilah was abruptly cut off, as she found herself blinded by flying cloth. "What in God's name is this?"
"Female Watcher Standard Uniform."
"What?"
"As I said Female Watcher Standard Uniform. We're going to stroll in there like we own the place."
"Wes, this is a bad time to develop a sense of humor. Please tell me your kidding."
"Do you have a better plan?"
"Turn around so I can change."
"Why? Baby I've seen it all before."
"Asshole."
Smirking, Wesley turned around and pulled on his own clothing. With a final sigh, and a look of disgust, Lilah pulled on the damnable tweed.
* * *
"I am going to kill you for this, when we get out of here," Lilah hissed at Wesley.
"It's working isn't it?" He hissed back. "Besides we are almost there."
The only sound to be heard was the tapping of Lilah's heels on the floor of the corridor. Together they reached the door that lead to the library. Wesley silently opened it and walked in after Lilah, letting the door shut behind them.
Wesley let out a sigh and loosened his necktie, while Lilah looked around and groaned. "Alright" she said. "Let's get to work. We have a shit load of books to go through."
Wesley glanced at the walls covered in old dusty tombs, and shrugged. He immediately went to the section where the oldest books appeared to be. After running through several titles, he pulled one off the shelf. Lilah also choose a book and began looking for the required spell. This continued for a period of time.
Sighing to her self Lilah slammed the book back into its place. "Useless," she exclaimed moved to face Wesley. "Completely useless."
Wesley just stared past her.
"What?"
Wesley just shook his head.
"What ever," cried an exasperated Lilah. Throwing her hands in the air she spun around and her jaw dropped in shock. What moments before had been a solid wall and bookcase was now open revealing itself to in fact be a hidden door. Together the two bedfellows moved forward to peer into the hidden room.
"This must be a storage room," Lilah stated, pointing to the boxes stacked inside.
"Yeah. Come on let's take a look."
"Go in there? Are you insane?"
"Why? Scared?"
"No it's just dirty. And there is no light."
Wesley grinned and pulled out a small flashlight.
"Fine. Lead the way Master Tweed."
Wesley glared at her, but proceeded in to the small room. Lilah followed quickly. They had taken no more then a couple of steps before the door swung back, leaving them trapped.
"Shit," Wesley hissed.
"Way to go moron."
"Let's just find a way out."
"Fine"
With that the two began to look for another exit.
* * *
"Eventually we came back and began looking for a way to open the entrance we came in," Wesley finished.
"I suppose we must have done something right because we're out," Lilah added.
"And that's the reason you have a hickey the size of a quarter on your neck?" Cordelia asked cattily.
Wesley and Lilah flushed as Lilah attempted to pull up the collar of the blouse to cover the mark.
Conner grinned. "I guess they got a little sidetracked while they where looking for an exit."
Wesley glared.
"Watch yourself brat," Lilah hissed venomously.
Just as Conner was about to respond, he was interrupted. "Well now that we have that sorted out we can continue searching." Lady Knight glanced at the two newcomers. "And you two can help. Get to work. Now." Silently they all returned to the task at hand, albeit with several changes. Lilah and Conner were as far from each other as possible. Buffy curled up next to Angel, while Willow joined Fate upon the table. Spike stood disdainfully in a corner until Lady Knight glared at him, then he began searching, remaining in the corner. Giles sat at the table with the Lady Knight, as Cordelia and Wesley settled themselves on the floor. Peace and quiet again reigned, but not for long.
AN: Well. We're back. Sorry to all those loyal readers (if there are any of you left after this long delay) and thanks for all the reviews. Any way sorry for the delay, but real life and school intruded upon the idea of leisure time, but here is the next chapter. Hopefully the next chapter will be out a lot faster.
I Swear They're NOT MINE!
By Daggerpoint and Clinically Insane
Several hours later found Wesley and Lilah standing in an alley around the corner from the museum. Lilah paced infront of their parked car, as Wesley sat on the hood eyeing her restless movement.
"You do realize your going to wear out the soles of your shoes, before you come close to putting a dent in the asphalt?"
"Shut up. I didn't realize it would be so hard to think of a non- conspicuous way in. God, all those hours gone."
"Are you regretting the way we spent them?" Wesley sneered.
"No, but how the HELL are we going to get in?"
"Good." Wesley pushed himself off the hood of the car. "Now your in luck. You get to see the stuff I came from," he stated as he walked around and opened the trunk.
"What the hell are you talking." Lilah was abruptly cut off, as she found herself blinded by flying cloth. "What in God's name is this?"
"Female Watcher Standard Uniform."
"What?"
"As I said Female Watcher Standard Uniform. We're going to stroll in there like we own the place."
"Wes, this is a bad time to develop a sense of humor. Please tell me your kidding."
"Do you have a better plan?"
"Turn around so I can change."
"Why? Baby I've seen it all before."
"Asshole."
Smirking, Wesley turned around and pulled on his own clothing. With a final sigh, and a look of disgust, Lilah pulled on the damnable tweed.
* * *
"I am going to kill you for this, when we get out of here," Lilah hissed at Wesley.
"It's working isn't it?" He hissed back. "Besides we are almost there."
The only sound to be heard was the tapping of Lilah's heels on the floor of the corridor. Together they reached the door that lead to the library. Wesley silently opened it and walked in after Lilah, letting the door shut behind them.
Wesley let out a sigh and loosened his necktie, while Lilah looked around and groaned. "Alright" she said. "Let's get to work. We have a shit load of books to go through."
Wesley glanced at the walls covered in old dusty tombs, and shrugged. He immediately went to the section where the oldest books appeared to be. After running through several titles, he pulled one off the shelf. Lilah also choose a book and began looking for the required spell. This continued for a period of time.
Sighing to her self Lilah slammed the book back into its place. "Useless," she exclaimed moved to face Wesley. "Completely useless."
Wesley just stared past her.
"What?"
Wesley just shook his head.
"What ever," cried an exasperated Lilah. Throwing her hands in the air she spun around and her jaw dropped in shock. What moments before had been a solid wall and bookcase was now open revealing itself to in fact be a hidden door. Together the two bedfellows moved forward to peer into the hidden room.
"This must be a storage room," Lilah stated, pointing to the boxes stacked inside.
"Yeah. Come on let's take a look."
"Go in there? Are you insane?"
"Why? Scared?"
"No it's just dirty. And there is no light."
Wesley grinned and pulled out a small flashlight.
"Fine. Lead the way Master Tweed."
Wesley glared at her, but proceeded in to the small room. Lilah followed quickly. They had taken no more then a couple of steps before the door swung back, leaving them trapped.
"Shit," Wesley hissed.
"Way to go moron."
"Let's just find a way out."
"Fine"
With that the two began to look for another exit.
* * *
"Eventually we came back and began looking for a way to open the entrance we came in," Wesley finished.
"I suppose we must have done something right because we're out," Lilah added.
"And that's the reason you have a hickey the size of a quarter on your neck?" Cordelia asked cattily.
Wesley and Lilah flushed as Lilah attempted to pull up the collar of the blouse to cover the mark.
Conner grinned. "I guess they got a little sidetracked while they where looking for an exit."
Wesley glared.
"Watch yourself brat," Lilah hissed venomously.
Just as Conner was about to respond, he was interrupted. "Well now that we have that sorted out we can continue searching." Lady Knight glanced at the two newcomers. "And you two can help. Get to work. Now." Silently they all returned to the task at hand, albeit with several changes. Lilah and Conner were as far from each other as possible. Buffy curled up next to Angel, while Willow joined Fate upon the table. Spike stood disdainfully in a corner until Lady Knight glared at him, then he began searching, remaining in the corner. Giles sat at the table with the Lady Knight, as Cordelia and Wesley settled themselves on the floor. Peace and quiet again reigned, but not for long.