Chapter 3
AN: Buffys thoughts in italics
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"Buffy?" Willow suddenly asked. She was lost in her thoughts about certain savage and didn't notice her friend's coming. "Oh, hi Willow" She says, unable of keeping the smile away from her face. "Mmm… either you took too much soma or you had a really good night with Riley." Buffy wasn't sure if she should tell Willow what had really happened. What am I supposed to tell her? She thought. Hey Wills, I went to the Savage Reservation and there was this guy I completely fell for. She laughed at her own thoughts. What the hell was happening to her? Willow just stared at her. She was acting really strangely. Just when Willow was about to say something, Buffy stood up and grabbed her jacket. "I have to talk with the DHC, I'll see you later." She smiled and left the room leaving a very confused Willow.
From her apartment to where she had to meet the DHC she went through what she was going to say in her head. I can say they have to bring Ang… the savage to LA to experiment conditioning techniques. It's a good way of bringing him, but there will be tests made on him. Oh Ford, what am I going to do? Before she could finish, she found the DHC. "Doyle," he said extending his hand. "You must be Buffy." She nodded. "Sit down," he ordered. He had a strong Irish accent. "You wanted to talk to me." She nodded again, she was so nervous. "What about?" She started playing with her hands as she begun to talk. "Well…" She said nervously, "I went to the Savage Reservation recently. There was a savage whose," she swallowed, "mother," she whispered, "was part of civilization. So really, he is one of us." Doyle stared at her unbelieving. "I spoke to Winifred Burkle and she said conditioning techniques are failing" Doyle nodded, it was a problem. People were starting to have a mind of their own. Not a good thing. "We could bring the Savage and…" She was about to tell him to forget about the conditioning thing, and bring the savage to see how he lives. That way no experiments would be made on him. But Doyle interrupted. "Great idea, we'll make experiments on him" He got his soma from his jacket. "Whiskey soma, want some? They only have this in little 'ole Ireland and a few other places." Buffy smiled sweetly and got the soma. "Thanks." Doyle took one and signed a paper. "Bring him here, until we make a special place for him, he must stay at your apartment. Can you? It's dangerous but worthy for the good of Community. "No problem." She smiled. She was going to have big problems, granted she did want Angel here, he seemed unhappy there, but she didn't want anyone experimenting on him. She left the room and got her helicopter to go back to the New Mexico Savage Reservation.
In the Savage Reservation
Angel was sitting in his usual place, painting a portrait of the woman he fell in love with… the woman he would never see again outside his dreams. Buffy.
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