Really short chapter.  But this is something I didn't want to put with anything else.  Lots of violence and implied death.

Chapter Twelve – Things That Shall Remain Hidden

Faith could see the beast heading towards Angel, Cordy draped limply over his back.  Could see Wesley fighting his way forward, along a corridor in a hospital.  No sound though.  Slow motion, like one of those Matrix movies.

Wesley's guns blazed as Angel fought one-armed with a sword.  They weren't going to make it.  There were too many demons.  Then she saw Angel shove Wes through a door.  She was on the side with Wes immediately so she didn't know what happened on the other side.

He screamed no as he regained his footing.  It seemed to take forever, but she knew it took only moments.  The scream she heard though.  And he charged right back through, shotgun ready to blast away.  Only there was nothing to go back to.  Angel was gone.  The creature that had descended on them held a long, wooden pike.  The ugly thing actually grinned.  Dust still floated in the air.

And Wesley held out his shotgun and blew the thing's head off.

As he knelt down to pick Cordy up, he noticed a bright red stain.  The demon had stabbed through Cordy to dust Angel.  Two birds with one stone.  Blood covered Wesley's hands.  Cordy's blood.  Demon guts.  Dust.

And as he stood there, more demons entered the hallway.  Faith yelled at him to run.  He just stood there, transfixed by the mix of vampire dust and blood.

"Run, you stupid asshole," she yelled again.  And he looked right at her.  "For me."

He took off right after he dropped another demon with his wicked aim.  She'd gotten through to him.  Now she knew what had really happened.  Why he blamed himself.  God, how could he ever recover from that?

She could feel his tears on her, in his sleep.  He'd never do that while he was awake.  Inbred bastard, show some emotion.  But she'd take anything she could get at the moment.

Stroking his hair, she murmured to him that it would be OK.  Not that she believed it.  He settled somewhat.   She hugged him to her chest and sighed.

Then her brain popped.  How in the hell had she just seen his dream?  Whoa, nelly.  Something was screwy.  Too many coincidences.

Once Wes woke up, they'd compare notes and figure out what the hell was going on.

TBC