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Willow woke up in a cold sweat. She looked around. Where am I, she thought? She certainly wasn't in Brazil with Kennedy. She looked around. Kennedy wasn't there. She saw many cots filled with people bundled in blankets. Something was seriously wrong here. She got out of her makeshift bed and looked for someone familiar. She walked through the aisles of the building, looking at the beds to find Buffy, Dawn, or Xander. As she looked she recognized someone. She stumbled closer to the cot and slowly pulled the blanket off of the persons face. It was Angel. She quickly started shaking him, hoping he would know what the heck was going on.
Angel woke up to someone shaking him. He turned over to see Willow. The expression on her face was of fear and uncertainty. "Will... wha... why..." Angel was still groggy from the sudden awakening. "Angel! Wake up! Please! I need help. I don't know where I am. Please Angel. Wake up." The witch whispered to the heavy-eyed vampire. "All right. Give... me a sec..." said Angel. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his head. "What do you need?" He asked, almost fully awake. "Angel, this might sound crazy, and it probably is, but where am I?" She asked.
"You're at the shelter. What's wrong?"
"It's weird. I woke up and... Angel something's wrong!"
"Willow... Wait... how do I know you're not being controlled right now?"
Willow knocked him over the head. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" She said
"First, ow, second, so you're not being controlled, and third, ow."
"What's all this about being controlled?"
"Okay, let me start at the beginning. Apocalypse is now. Buffy, Xander and any other Scooby, is under the control of the Immortal, at least we think so. Spike, and me we're conspiring to do something about him. Oh, and Wolfram and Hart, evil law firm I used to control, is most likely involved somehow. Another thing, Fred and Wesley are dead. Illyria, a god-king took over Fred's body. Gunn's still in LA, in a hospital. Any questions?"
"Spike's alive?"
"Uh, yeah. Long story how. Funny at some parts. Spike was a ghost. Very funny." Said Angel smiling.
"Angel, are you alright?"
"I'm fine... at least I think so."
"Listen, I'm just going to pretend I'm still under this spell you're talking about. Maybe I can get some info. Hey Angel, do you know if Kennedy is under the spell?"
"Um, Kennedy?"
"Oh, you don't know her. I forgot... Um, have I been hanging around any girl besides Buffy?"
"Well, no. Not that I was looking at you or following you."
"Ok, well I'll find her by myself in the morning. By the way, thanks."
"For what?"
"I don't know. Just thanks."
It was morning. Angel woke up and remembered about Willow. He hoped it wasn't just a dream. He stretched his arms and walked to Spikes bed. He was still asleep. Angel thought he look so peaceful, so he decided to repeatedly kicked his bed. "Bloody monkeys. Bananas. Ugh... Go away... Leave me alone." He said, pulling the covers over his head. Angel kicked the bed again. "Poof, if you don't stop, I'll bleedin' skin you." Spike sat up and looked at Angel. "What do you want?"
"Lets go outside."
"Sure. Then we could talk while bursting into flames!"
"Why do you always complain about going outside? Most of the smoke from the fire is blocking it out. Besides, apocalypse? It's never sunny while an apocalypse is happening, especially THE apocalypse."
" I complain about going outside because maybe I don't like to! Besides it smells rancid out there!"
"Spike..."
"Alright peaches. But you go first. Just in case."
Spike and Angel tried to walk outside as casual as possible. They both sat down on crates when they got outside. It was very dark; it looked like midnight except it well it was obviously was morning. "Listen, Willow, she's not under the spell anymore. She's acting normal again." Said Angel as quietly as possible. "Red's back? Great!" Replied Spike. Spike knew this meant they had a better chance of beating the Immortal or whatever was controlling Buffy. She was the most powerful witch he knew and she did change that little slayer-every-generation thing. How could he not destroy the Immortal with her on his side?
Willow woke up in a cold sweat. She looked around. Where am I, she thought? She certainly wasn't in Brazil with Kennedy. She looked around. Kennedy wasn't there. She saw many cots filled with people bundled in blankets. Something was seriously wrong here. She got out of her makeshift bed and looked for someone familiar. She walked through the aisles of the building, looking at the beds to find Buffy, Dawn, or Xander. As she looked she recognized someone. She stumbled closer to the cot and slowly pulled the blanket off of the persons face. It was Angel. She quickly started shaking him, hoping he would know what the heck was going on.
Angel woke up to someone shaking him. He turned over to see Willow. The expression on her face was of fear and uncertainty. "Will... wha... why..." Angel was still groggy from the sudden awakening. "Angel! Wake up! Please! I need help. I don't know where I am. Please Angel. Wake up." The witch whispered to the heavy-eyed vampire. "All right. Give... me a sec..." said Angel. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his head. "What do you need?" He asked, almost fully awake. "Angel, this might sound crazy, and it probably is, but where am I?" She asked.
"You're at the shelter. What's wrong?"
"It's weird. I woke up and... Angel something's wrong!"
"Willow... Wait... how do I know you're not being controlled right now?"
Willow knocked him over the head. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" She said
"First, ow, second, so you're not being controlled, and third, ow."
"What's all this about being controlled?"
"Okay, let me start at the beginning. Apocalypse is now. Buffy, Xander and any other Scooby, is under the control of the Immortal, at least we think so. Spike, and me we're conspiring to do something about him. Oh, and Wolfram and Hart, evil law firm I used to control, is most likely involved somehow. Another thing, Fred and Wesley are dead. Illyria, a god-king took over Fred's body. Gunn's still in LA, in a hospital. Any questions?"
"Spike's alive?"
"Uh, yeah. Long story how. Funny at some parts. Spike was a ghost. Very funny." Said Angel smiling.
"Angel, are you alright?"
"I'm fine... at least I think so."
"Listen, I'm just going to pretend I'm still under this spell you're talking about. Maybe I can get some info. Hey Angel, do you know if Kennedy is under the spell?"
"Um, Kennedy?"
"Oh, you don't know her. I forgot... Um, have I been hanging around any girl besides Buffy?"
"Well, no. Not that I was looking at you or following you."
"Ok, well I'll find her by myself in the morning. By the way, thanks."
"For what?"
"I don't know. Just thanks."
It was morning. Angel woke up and remembered about Willow. He hoped it wasn't just a dream. He stretched his arms and walked to Spikes bed. He was still asleep. Angel thought he look so peaceful, so he decided to repeatedly kicked his bed. "Bloody monkeys. Bananas. Ugh... Go away... Leave me alone." He said, pulling the covers over his head. Angel kicked the bed again. "Poof, if you don't stop, I'll bleedin' skin you." Spike sat up and looked at Angel. "What do you want?"
"Lets go outside."
"Sure. Then we could talk while bursting into flames!"
"Why do you always complain about going outside? Most of the smoke from the fire is blocking it out. Besides, apocalypse? It's never sunny while an apocalypse is happening, especially THE apocalypse."
" I complain about going outside because maybe I don't like to! Besides it smells rancid out there!"
"Spike..."
"Alright peaches. But you go first. Just in case."
Spike and Angel tried to walk outside as casual as possible. They both sat down on crates when they got outside. It was very dark; it looked like midnight except it well it was obviously was morning. "Listen, Willow, she's not under the spell anymore. She's acting normal again." Said Angel as quietly as possible. "Red's back? Great!" Replied Spike. Spike knew this meant they had a better chance of beating the Immortal or whatever was controlling Buffy. She was the most powerful witch he knew and she did change that little slayer-every-generation thing. How could he not destroy the Immortal with her on his side?