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Illyria shooed the annoying brats off her cot. She thought of Wesley as she sat down. I should have come sooner, she thought. Wait; was this grief she was feeling? No, it couldn't be! In all her many lives, grief was never an emotion she had. A tear slid down her face as she thought of Wesley. How can this happen? People feared me. They were just muck under my feat. And yet I cry for one? I NEVER cry! The thoughts surged through her head like a speeding beast. Someone touched her shoulder. It was one of the little brats that hung around her cot. "Hey, uh, miss. My mom told me to tell you sorry about hanging around your cot," The small boy said as he looked at his shoes. He waited for a response and got a rather cruel one from the god-king. "Begone scum! I wish not to speak with you any longer!" She said temperamentally. She wasn't angry at the little boy, she was angry at what happened to Wes. The little boy hurried back to his mother as Illyria thought, Am I capable of love?
Angel went up to Spike. He may not have liked Spike but he trusted him. "Listen we need to talk," said Angel.
"Listening," said Spike.
"No I mean outside,"
"Alright! I'm sure we'll be able to have a nice quiet talk with flames outside and demons running about!"
"Come on," Angel said sternly.
"I'm comin'."
Angel and Spike walked outside into the alley behind the shelter. Spike leaned against the brick wall of the shelter. "So, what do you want? It's probably pretty bloody important to stop your daily brooding session."
"Spike, for just a few minutes, could you just shut the hell up?"
Spike shut up only because he knew this meant Angel had something really important to tell him.
"Listen Spike, something's up with the Immortal. Have you talked to Willow, Xander, or Buffy? They sound strange, like they're under mind control. I think the Immortal is the one who did it. It's like one of those sitcom families where they're all happy all the time. We need to stop this now and I need your help to do it. Illyria seems to be having a break down because of Wes and Gunn is lying in a hospital bed right now fighting to survive, so their help is out of the question. So what do you, uh, say?" Angel said. Spike smiled and said, "I'm in."
Gunn was lying in an LA hospital bed. All his friends went to Sunnydale with Buffy and left him in LA to recuperate. He couldn't stand being in a hospital bed while all his friends were out saving the world. He turned the TV on. On almost every channel was breaking news about monsters destroying the earth. But not in LA. LA was monster free for some reason. No demons in the hospital killing patients and no fires or riots outside. Something weird was going on and he hoped that Angel would find out what soon. But what if he couldn't? After a day in the ER Gunn felt much better and his wounds were closing up. He could almost walk, too. So he decided that as soon as he felt better, he was going to Sunnydale to help Angel.
Illyria shooed the annoying brats off her cot. She thought of Wesley as she sat down. I should have come sooner, she thought. Wait; was this grief she was feeling? No, it couldn't be! In all her many lives, grief was never an emotion she had. A tear slid down her face as she thought of Wesley. How can this happen? People feared me. They were just muck under my feat. And yet I cry for one? I NEVER cry! The thoughts surged through her head like a speeding beast. Someone touched her shoulder. It was one of the little brats that hung around her cot. "Hey, uh, miss. My mom told me to tell you sorry about hanging around your cot," The small boy said as he looked at his shoes. He waited for a response and got a rather cruel one from the god-king. "Begone scum! I wish not to speak with you any longer!" She said temperamentally. She wasn't angry at the little boy, she was angry at what happened to Wes. The little boy hurried back to his mother as Illyria thought, Am I capable of love?
Angel went up to Spike. He may not have liked Spike but he trusted him. "Listen we need to talk," said Angel.
"Listening," said Spike.
"No I mean outside,"
"Alright! I'm sure we'll be able to have a nice quiet talk with flames outside and demons running about!"
"Come on," Angel said sternly.
"I'm comin'."
Angel and Spike walked outside into the alley behind the shelter. Spike leaned against the brick wall of the shelter. "So, what do you want? It's probably pretty bloody important to stop your daily brooding session."
"Spike, for just a few minutes, could you just shut the hell up?"
Spike shut up only because he knew this meant Angel had something really important to tell him.
"Listen Spike, something's up with the Immortal. Have you talked to Willow, Xander, or Buffy? They sound strange, like they're under mind control. I think the Immortal is the one who did it. It's like one of those sitcom families where they're all happy all the time. We need to stop this now and I need your help to do it. Illyria seems to be having a break down because of Wes and Gunn is lying in a hospital bed right now fighting to survive, so their help is out of the question. So what do you, uh, say?" Angel said. Spike smiled and said, "I'm in."
Gunn was lying in an LA hospital bed. All his friends went to Sunnydale with Buffy and left him in LA to recuperate. He couldn't stand being in a hospital bed while all his friends were out saving the world. He turned the TV on. On almost every channel was breaking news about monsters destroying the earth. But not in LA. LA was monster free for some reason. No demons in the hospital killing patients and no fires or riots outside. Something weird was going on and he hoped that Angel would find out what soon. But what if he couldn't? After a day in the ER Gunn felt much better and his wounds were closing up. He could almost walk, too. So he decided that as soon as he felt better, he was going to Sunnydale to help Angel.