Caitlin caught a few hours of sleep when they got back, but was
awakened by a dream – the same bad dream that she'd had since she was a
little kid. As usual, it left her a little shaken. She went down to the
lobby in search of some food, or at the very least some caffeine. It was
empty except for Giles, asleep on a pile of books. She tried to sneak past
him quietly, but he woke anyway. "Oh! Caitlin." He adjusted his glasses. "I
was hoping to speak to you."
"Me?" She asked, trying to come off nonchalant, but mostly just sounding dumb. "Hey, where's everyone?"
"Yes, you."
"Can it wait? I'm really-"
"I'm sorry, it can't. It's already ten, and the others should wake soon. Spike and Faith came back around five, before you, and Buffy and Willow showed up about a half hour after sunrise." He chuckled. "However, the problem with Slayers is that they can not be counted on to sleep very long."
"What about the vampires?"
"Will most likely awaken when the others do."
Trapped, she sat on the edge of the desk. "You want to talk about the visions." She said grimly. "I don't. I caught on right around the time you did, and I don't really care." He said nothing. She really hated that. Some people had the ability to remain totally silent, saying a million words without moving a muscle or betraying any emotion. She couldn't. She felt the need to fill any uncomfortable silence with some kind of conversation. When she'd first started training with Buffy, it had annoyed the older Slayer so much that she refused to patrol with Caitlin any longer. Which was cool with Caitlin – it meant she got to hang with Faith more.
Totally negating her last statement, she rushed on. "And thanks for not telling Buffy that it was my vision that brought us here. The way she was yesterday-"
"Yes, I'm afraid she would blame you. Rather unfairly, of course, just as she blames Angel." He cleared his throat. "Well, I think it's evident from the discussion yesterday where these visions originated."
"So?" She said defensively.
"If the purpose of these visions is to help Angel, they are most likely not going to go away."
"That's okay, though. I have a vision, I ring Angel up, tell him the good news, and go back to my business." She smiled brightly. "It'll be like I'm in two places at once."
He took his glasses off and announced sternly, "I believe that when we meet this morning, Buffy will demand to go home. If that is so, you will need to have reached a decision. I think you know that."
She looked down. "Why? I can't choose. Just tell me what to do." She began to pace. "I don't even know what my options are. I'm supposed to chose between leaving with the people who rescued me, showed me who I was and helped me understand this new powers, or staying behind to share the painful visions shoved in my head with a guy who may or may not be evil, who may or may not have the rest of the armies of hell coming after him?"
"Yes, well clearly you do know what your choices are." He began. "I-"
"I don't believe it! She's sleeping with bloody Nancy boy Xander!"
"Me?" She asked, trying to come off nonchalant, but mostly just sounding dumb. "Hey, where's everyone?"
"Yes, you."
"Can it wait? I'm really-"
"I'm sorry, it can't. It's already ten, and the others should wake soon. Spike and Faith came back around five, before you, and Buffy and Willow showed up about a half hour after sunrise." He chuckled. "However, the problem with Slayers is that they can not be counted on to sleep very long."
"What about the vampires?"
"Will most likely awaken when the others do."
Trapped, she sat on the edge of the desk. "You want to talk about the visions." She said grimly. "I don't. I caught on right around the time you did, and I don't really care." He said nothing. She really hated that. Some people had the ability to remain totally silent, saying a million words without moving a muscle or betraying any emotion. She couldn't. She felt the need to fill any uncomfortable silence with some kind of conversation. When she'd first started training with Buffy, it had annoyed the older Slayer so much that she refused to patrol with Caitlin any longer. Which was cool with Caitlin – it meant she got to hang with Faith more.
Totally negating her last statement, she rushed on. "And thanks for not telling Buffy that it was my vision that brought us here. The way she was yesterday-"
"Yes, I'm afraid she would blame you. Rather unfairly, of course, just as she blames Angel." He cleared his throat. "Well, I think it's evident from the discussion yesterday where these visions originated."
"So?" She said defensively.
"If the purpose of these visions is to help Angel, they are most likely not going to go away."
"That's okay, though. I have a vision, I ring Angel up, tell him the good news, and go back to my business." She smiled brightly. "It'll be like I'm in two places at once."
He took his glasses off and announced sternly, "I believe that when we meet this morning, Buffy will demand to go home. If that is so, you will need to have reached a decision. I think you know that."
She looked down. "Why? I can't choose. Just tell me what to do." She began to pace. "I don't even know what my options are. I'm supposed to chose between leaving with the people who rescued me, showed me who I was and helped me understand this new powers, or staying behind to share the painful visions shoved in my head with a guy who may or may not be evil, who may or may not have the rest of the armies of hell coming after him?"
"Yes, well clearly you do know what your choices are." He began. "I-"
"I don't believe it! She's sleeping with bloody Nancy boy Xander!"