Rating: PG-13 (I have my reasons for putting up the rating.)
Summary: Takes place a five months after Darla stakes herself.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters… It all belongs to Joss Whedon and co.
A/N: GRRR!!! Please review! Lol.
Chapter 23- Teeth
Angel swallowed as Darla glided towards him.
"Here." Darla plopped Connor onto Angel's lap.
"Uh, thanks." Angel shifted nervously when Darla sat down next to him.
"He's dribbling." Darla smiled up at Angel.
"Yeah." Angel chuckled and wiped Connor's mouth with his yellow and green elephant bib.
"I think his teeth are coming up at the bottom." Darla pried Connor's mouth open with a slender finger.
Connor squirmed and tried to shut his mouth.
"That's probably why he's dribbling so much." Angel grinned at the site of the tops of two small white teeth poking out of Connor's gums.
"It's cute." Darla took her finger away from Connor's mouth.
"Cute?"
"Yeah." Darla smiled fondly at Connor.
"Hey soulboy, we're going out for a drive." Faith wandered through into Angel's bedroom.
"What for?" Angel glanced at Faith leaning against the doorframe.
"To see if we have any more luck."
"Oh…" Faith smirked and looked at Angel's bare chest. "And if the baby wasn't there, I'd think something was going on." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Angel glared at Faith. "There's nothing going on."
"Yeah, sure."
"I'm serious, Faith."
"So all that making out was what?"
"It was…" Angel struggled to find the words to describe what it was.
"Did your tongue just accidentally get stuck in her mouth?" Faith teased.
"There was no tongue." Angel insisted.
"Yes there was." Darla took Connor from Angel's lap.
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Dr Stone watched silently as figures in blue plastic outfits busied themselves with prodding and poking at a large shape on the operating table. As he watched, two of the figures pulled away a large arm and carried it to the next room.
"Sir?" Dr Stone felt a tap on his shoulder.
"What is it?"
"It's finished sir."
"Good." Dr stone turned around and addressed the man directly. "Show me."
The man nodded and opened a door to his right. He motioned for Dr Stone to enter.
The room was filled from wall to wall with various beeping machines. Flashes of light occasionally lit up the otherwise dim room. In the centre was a table. Dr Stone stepped in to take a closer look.
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Wesley sighed and pushed his glasses further up his nose. He looked down at the map in front of him.
"Turn left here."
"What ever you say." Gunn pulled the old truck into a small track between the trees.
"If this one doesn't turn out right, we're going back." Faith wound down the window and stuck her head outside.
"Put your head back inside." Gunn kept his eyes on the road in front of him.
Faith reluctantly put her head back inside the truck.
"What's that?" Wesley pointed at a grey building just to the right.
"I'll go look." Gunn stopped the truck and opened the door.
"I'll go." Faith placed her hand on Gunn's arm.
"Why?"
"You'll see."
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Buffy groaned as she forced another mouthful of Faith's hangover cure down her throat.
"Disgusting." Buffy muttered and wiped her mouth.
"Try not to drink so much."
Buffy looked in the direction of the voice.
"You know what Darla? Why don't you just get lost? No one wants you here."
"Yeah? Well let me tell you something. I don't get told what to do. Especially by you."
"Really?" Buffy crossed her arms.
"Yeah. I'll do what I want around here. Got it?"
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Dr Stone pulled back the sheet covering the table. He smiled and held a photo up to it.
"Excellent."
"When should we start it sir?"
Dr Stone thought for a moment. "Give it another day. We need to run some more tests. We can't afford a mistake like last time."
"Yes sir."
"Call Annie for me. Ask her if there has been any news on Finn."
The man nodded and picked up the phone on the wall.
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"I told you it would work." Faith smiled smugly as the rickety old truck made its way back to the hotel.
"You were practically shagging the guy."
"I was trying to get some info out of him." Faith shrugged.
"You didn't have to do that." Gunn glanced at Wesley. "What's up English? Been kinda quiet."
Wesley kept staring ahead but he spared a small smile. "I'm just thinking."
"What? Not jealous are you?"
"Of course not, Faith."
"I'll say." Gunn laughed.
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Buffy slipped into Angel's room quietly. Her slayer senses told her that he was definitely in his room, but she didn't want to wake him in case he was asleep.
Buffy paused, she could now sense two other presences in the room. Neither were human and one of them stuck out like a sore thumb. That could mean only one thing…
To Be Continued…
A/N: Who else is in the room?