After Wesley, Giles and Angel finished the story, everyone fell silent as if they couldn't believe what they just heard.
"Angel said that Wolfram & Hart gave him that pendant Spike was wearing. Maybe they have some files or something on it, maybe it has something to do with the pendant." Willow was already trying to find the solution.
"We are Wolfram & Hart. After Angel got back we tried to research it in their files, everything they knew about it was in the folder, and that wasn't much outside of the whole 'worn by a champion' sort of thing." Gunn said.
"Well do you know where they got it from?"
"Supposedly it was taken from a mausoleum about 100 years ago, then it sat in storage."
"Why does everything have to come off of a dead body? I mean thats just morose." Willow was visibly grossed out.
"That's it! Did it say where the mausoleum was or who's grave it was taken from?" Giles inner lightbulb went off.
"Why? Maybe it was just a guy with a flair for fashion!" Lorne laughed.
"Maybe this isn't the first time this has happened. Maybe that pendant, that jewel brought someone else back in the past. Fred, Gunn see if you can find anything out about the original owner, or at least the last owner, I am sure there is a file on it somewhere."
"It's a menage trois, you, me and file cabinets." Gunn looked at Fred.
"Eww. Thanks for the visual Gunn." Fred stood up and headed out the door with Gunn, assumably headed to W&H.
"Angel, do you have any magick books around? Maybe I can find a memory recovery spell, a spell to help him find his past."
"Willow are you?" Giles started.
"Giles, I'm fine, I can control myself."
"Come on cupcake, I'll show you to our personal collection of absolutely fabulous magick books." Lorne took her hand and they headed for the office.
"Someone should check on him. When I left he wasn't exactly conscious." Faith apprehensively spoke.
"I don't think its a good idea to send Faith back in, she might frighten him even more." Wesley started
"I'll go."
"Do you really think that's a good idea considering..."
"Considering I had my personal parade downpoured on today? Wes, thanks, but I think I can handle this, and I'd like to see this for myself." Angel stood up and headed towards the staircase.
"Be careful Angel, we don't know everything about him and why or how he is here."
"Its fine, really. I mean even if the First brought him back, its not like I don't know what that feels like." Angel smiled and walked off.
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The door was unlocked when Angel went to enter. He had gone upstairs and grabbed some of Wesley's clothes, if only to get the poor man out of the psychedelic tee-shirt he was wearing. When he entered the room, he noticed that the shade and drapes had been drawn tightly so the room was near black even in the early day. He flipped the light switch only to find a curled human form on the bed, the bed clothes hadn't even been moved.
He set the clothes on a chair and walked near the figure. The heartbeat was deafening, he could see the body rhythmicly moving with each breath, up, down, up, down.
He felt childish. Around Spike he had always felt childish, the way they bantered like young boys in a school yard. Fighting over girls, trying to show each other up, it was their thing, what they did. Angel had always felt threatened by Spike somehow. Drusilla was crazy, but Angel knew that when she chose Spike, she had done so for reasons he could never understand. Darla always thought Dru picked the first idiot that passed them, but now, Angel was sure Dru knew what she was doing. She had picked a champion, the bravest knight in all the land.
It had only been the icing on the jealousy cake to hear about Spike and Buffy being together. Apparently Angel couldn't have anything to himself. He had always done it first, but Spike always seemed to do it better. Hell, Spike could be the man Buffy needed, supporting her, being with her, loving her. That was just something Angel could never offer her, no matter how much time passed. Not now at least.
He couldn't help but wonder if things would have turned out this way had he stayed in Sunnydale. Maybe this had just been destiny, maybe no matter what he did or didn't do, didn't matter. Maybe this was all preordained, perhaps the Powers had given Angel that bit of hope when he needed it most, even though they knew it wasn't for him.
William. Spike. Whoever rolled over and laid on his back. Only then did Angel notice the pendant still around his neck. The previously dead stone was now flickering with light, the clear stone had given way to a dancing fire of color. The body's hand opened to reveal a square burn, it was similar to the zippo Faith said he had held. The wound was healing before Angel's eyes. He knew that Spike wasn't fully human, he was imbued with some sort of healing power. Angel wondered if Spike could heal his heart.
"Angel said that Wolfram & Hart gave him that pendant Spike was wearing. Maybe they have some files or something on it, maybe it has something to do with the pendant." Willow was already trying to find the solution.
"We are Wolfram & Hart. After Angel got back we tried to research it in their files, everything they knew about it was in the folder, and that wasn't much outside of the whole 'worn by a champion' sort of thing." Gunn said.
"Well do you know where they got it from?"
"Supposedly it was taken from a mausoleum about 100 years ago, then it sat in storage."
"Why does everything have to come off of a dead body? I mean thats just morose." Willow was visibly grossed out.
"That's it! Did it say where the mausoleum was or who's grave it was taken from?" Giles inner lightbulb went off.
"Why? Maybe it was just a guy with a flair for fashion!" Lorne laughed.
"Maybe this isn't the first time this has happened. Maybe that pendant, that jewel brought someone else back in the past. Fred, Gunn see if you can find anything out about the original owner, or at least the last owner, I am sure there is a file on it somewhere."
"It's a menage trois, you, me and file cabinets." Gunn looked at Fred.
"Eww. Thanks for the visual Gunn." Fred stood up and headed out the door with Gunn, assumably headed to W&H.
"Angel, do you have any magick books around? Maybe I can find a memory recovery spell, a spell to help him find his past."
"Willow are you?" Giles started.
"Giles, I'm fine, I can control myself."
"Come on cupcake, I'll show you to our personal collection of absolutely fabulous magick books." Lorne took her hand and they headed for the office.
"Someone should check on him. When I left he wasn't exactly conscious." Faith apprehensively spoke.
"I don't think its a good idea to send Faith back in, she might frighten him even more." Wesley started
"I'll go."
"Do you really think that's a good idea considering..."
"Considering I had my personal parade downpoured on today? Wes, thanks, but I think I can handle this, and I'd like to see this for myself." Angel stood up and headed towards the staircase.
"Be careful Angel, we don't know everything about him and why or how he is here."
"Its fine, really. I mean even if the First brought him back, its not like I don't know what that feels like." Angel smiled and walked off.
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The door was unlocked when Angel went to enter. He had gone upstairs and grabbed some of Wesley's clothes, if only to get the poor man out of the psychedelic tee-shirt he was wearing. When he entered the room, he noticed that the shade and drapes had been drawn tightly so the room was near black even in the early day. He flipped the light switch only to find a curled human form on the bed, the bed clothes hadn't even been moved.
He set the clothes on a chair and walked near the figure. The heartbeat was deafening, he could see the body rhythmicly moving with each breath, up, down, up, down.
He felt childish. Around Spike he had always felt childish, the way they bantered like young boys in a school yard. Fighting over girls, trying to show each other up, it was their thing, what they did. Angel had always felt threatened by Spike somehow. Drusilla was crazy, but Angel knew that when she chose Spike, she had done so for reasons he could never understand. Darla always thought Dru picked the first idiot that passed them, but now, Angel was sure Dru knew what she was doing. She had picked a champion, the bravest knight in all the land.
It had only been the icing on the jealousy cake to hear about Spike and Buffy being together. Apparently Angel couldn't have anything to himself. He had always done it first, but Spike always seemed to do it better. Hell, Spike could be the man Buffy needed, supporting her, being with her, loving her. That was just something Angel could never offer her, no matter how much time passed. Not now at least.
He couldn't help but wonder if things would have turned out this way had he stayed in Sunnydale. Maybe this had just been destiny, maybe no matter what he did or didn't do, didn't matter. Maybe this was all preordained, perhaps the Powers had given Angel that bit of hope when he needed it most, even though they knew it wasn't for him.
William. Spike. Whoever rolled over and laid on his back. Only then did Angel notice the pendant still around his neck. The previously dead stone was now flickering with light, the clear stone had given way to a dancing fire of color. The body's hand opened to reveal a square burn, it was similar to the zippo Faith said he had held. The wound was healing before Angel's eyes. He knew that Spike wasn't fully human, he was imbued with some sort of healing power. Angel wondered if Spike could heal his heart.