REPRECUSSIONS

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CHAPTER 13-GIVING IN TO ONE'S DESIRES

With all rational and self preserving thought shattered in her mind Kennedy threw herself at Caleb, the point of her sword aimed directly at his heart.  Caleb only intensified the almost giddy smirk on his face before he snapped out his hand and wrapped it around the sword, stopping the point scarcely an inch from his chest.  The force of the abrupt and sudden stopping of her assault left Kennedy with little time to react, as the sword's hilt was thereby driven back into her nose, breaking it instantly in a torrent of blood.  At the release of blood the ubervamp dropped Rhona's lifeless body to the ground and growled hungrily. 

"Kennedy no," Xander shouted with an extremely panicked edge to his voice as he couldn't help himself and ran to Kennedy's side, dragging the potential away as she feebly clutched her broken nose and moaned and groaned in pain.

"Well that was a stupid thing to do…now we're all going to die," Anya added with an impatient and somewhat hurt frown on her face before another ubervamp materialized out of the darkness behind her and slammed its fists into the small of her back. 

"Anya…," Xander shrieked in total fear as Anya was flung into the room, before her head crashed into the edge of a burnt desk and she slipped into the darkness.

"Can…can we stop, please…," Molly pleaded through what little breath she had left to her after she had raced through the halls and then down the stairs to try and catch up to Spike and Buffy and the others.  They had traveled down to the ground level and Angel reluctantly ordered a halt in the parking garage at the back of the hospital. 

"Alright Molly we'll stop, but just for a little while, Wesley…," Angel said with a nervous look on his face as he turned around and tried his best to smile at the young potential.

"She's almost back to full strength," Wesley answered, without looking back at Angel as he knelt down beside Faith, as he closely inspected Faith's right hand, slowly turning it over and over again in his hands.  Faith looked on with an uncomfortable pout on her face while she wiggled her toes and let out a held in breath as she felt virtually no pain from the act.

"Are you sure," Buffy asked in between deep breaths as beside her Spike jumped up onto the hood and then roof of one of the abandoned cars and kept watch.

"Five by five B…," Faith replied with a tired smile on her face before she turned her right hand a small bit and took a hold of Wesley's right hand, nodding with her head her want for him to pull her up to her feet.  After mulling it over for several seconds Wesley agreed and pulled Faith back up to her feet, smiling as the dark slayer wiggled her toes and took a few steps, all without wincing or doubling over in pain and agony.  "See, what'd I tell ya," Faith added with a proud and boastful grin on her face as she turned to Buffy.

"Any word on the convoy," Gunn asked softly as he turned away from Faith and laid his hand gently on Fred's shoulder.

"They've entered Sunnydale and are headed this way, e.t.a. ten minutes," Fred replied softly with a relieved smile on her face as she held her earpiece in her ear and listened to the convoy's transmissions.

"Good, once certain other parties leave the hospital we'll set up a perimeter and figure out exactly what we're dealing with here," Angel announced with a serious look on his face as he walked around the garage, checking every door that he came to.

"What do we do if they won't leave," Spike wondered with a slightly amused smirk on his face as he half turned to look back at Angel.

"Well we…," Angel started to reply with an unsure look of worry and concern on his face before Faith jumped in.

"We make them leave," Faith interjected with a confidant look on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and tried to look like she had it all together again, although Spike chuckled a bit as he caught Faith sneaking a couple of peeks behind her to make sure that Wesley was still there.

"By any means necessary," Buffy added with an impatient scowl on her face as she pulled Spike down off of the car and pulled out the scythe.

"Huh, where…ow," Kelli started to mumbled with a scared look on her face, and her eyes tightly squinted shut, before her hand got to the point on her neck where the dart had struck her.

"Good you're awake," Riley stated with a less than thrilled furrowing of his brows as he pulled up a chair and sat down next to Kelli.

"Yeah, what's so good…hey wait, let me go," Kelli started to reply with a smartass smirk on her face before she realized that her ankles were shackled together along with her wrists.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that, the city of Sunnydale is not safe for someone like you to be going out there all alone," Riley added with a hopefully sincere smile on his face as he twiddled his thumbs a bit.

"But I won't be all alone…I just have to find Robin," Kelli stated with an angry and frustrated look on her face as she strained to free herself from the restraints.

"Robin, the boy wonder…," Riley asked with a confused and slightly surprised look on his face as he sat back a bit in his chair.

"No…Robin Wood, I was supposed to stay close but…then he ran off after Andrew and…," Kelli answered with an angry scowl on her face as she tried once more to free herself, but stopped when she inadvertently scratched her wrist and grimaced.

"Why were you at the hospital," Riley asked as he pushed on even though Kelli looked a bit sickly after having stared at her wound for some time.

"None of your business…," Was Kelli's quick and angry reply as she looked around the room, hoping to find something to use to free herself.

"Anything concerning this town is my business, most of all a young woman like yourself sneaking through an abandoned hospital in the middle of the night," Riley stated plainly with a less than happy look on his face as he stood up and walked over to the other side of the room. 

"Hey, I wasn't sneaking, I was…looking for someone," Kelli exclaimed loudly as she clenched both hands into fists and threw her head back to throw some of her belt length purple hair off of her face.

"Is that so…and just who were you looking for," Riley asked politely with an almost joking smirk on his face before the smirk disappeared instantly at Kelli's reply.

"Our leader Faith…she's the vampire slayer," Kelli replied with a proud smile on her face before her countenance changed to a fearful expression as Riley then turned around and glared across the room at her, his right hand lying on top of his gun.

"Ooh…that looks like it hurts," Caleb taunted with a merry smirk on his face as he knelt down beside Anya and turned her head to the side, just enough to expose a small trickle of blood running down her forehead.

"Get away from her or else," Xander shouted angrily with an almost frantic look of terror on his face as he was torn between helping the bleeding Kennedy in his arms and rushing to Anya's side, fearful of the now two ubervamps in the vicinity and the sudden appearance of Caleb.

"Or else what…no my friend, I'm afraid that you're not in any place to be making empty threats…least of all when it's your girlfriends life that hangs in the balance," Caleb mocked with an arrogant smile on his face as he stood up and sat down on the edge of the desk, his hands down at his sides pushing some burnt papers away.

"I don't care what happens to me, but I'll be damned if I let you harm one hair on…," Xander began to say with a threatening glare on his face before he stopped awkwardly and trailed off as Caleb began to laugh.

"You'll be damned…that's a good one Mr. Harris, you're damned alright, you just don't know it yet, but it's not as if any of that is going to matter after these two are through with you," Caleb said in between chuckles as he stood back up and began to confidently pace around the room, making sure to keep Xander and the tearful Kennedy hanging on every word and gesture.

"Son of a…," Xander started to say hopefully as a threat before he was interrupted by a sea of bullets that tore through the ubervamp that had just clobbered Anya.

"Who dares to…," Caleb started to shout with a furious sneer on his face before several commando style soldiers rushed through the hole, followed closely behind by the last person that Xander thought that he'd ever see again.

"That would be me," Sam stated with a very firm and commanding edge to her voice as she strolled into the room and leveled her weapon at Caleb.

"See…I told you that someone was in here, this blood is still fresh," Andrew declared triumphantly with a pleased smile on his face as he held up a bundle of bloodied bandages to Robin.

"Wait…let me see that," Robin growled with an angry scowl on his face as he snatched the bundle of bloodied bandages out of Andrew's hands and studied it intensely. 

"So what do you think Kelli…Kelli," Andrew started to ask with a proud smile on his face as he turned away from Robin and leaned up against the hospital bed and crossed his arms.  Blinking a few times before he stood fully back up Andrew frantically began to look over the entire room. 

"Kelli…," Robin asked with a confused look on his face after realizing that he hadn't heard the purple haired slayer answer Andrew's question.

"Where's Kelli," Andrew asked with a sad pout on his face before he turned to Robin and looked at him with big and sad puppy dog eyes of worry.

"How should I know, you were supposed to be watching her…not fleeing down the hallways on a whim," Robin growled back sharply in reply with an angry expression on his face before Andrew quickly cut in.

"I was not…and I wasn't fleeing, I was hurrying, there's a difference," Andrew interjected with a defiant and grim look on his face as he balled his hands up into fists and glared back up at Robin.

"Whatever, we'd better go and find her…," Robin grumbled softly under his breath with a less than pleased look on his face and furrowed brows before he stormed back out of the room and down the hall with a skittish and now scared Andrew trailing behind.

"Picking up anything," Buffy whispered softly back to Spike as the two crept down a long darkened hallway.

"Nothing yet…but you're perfume is making it hard to concentrate," Spike replied with a slight snicker as he gently brushed some hair off of Buffy's neck.

"Stop it Spike, not now…I need you to focus on finding the others, not lusting after me," Buffy shot back with an impatient pout on her face as she slapped Spike's hand away even though a part of her rebelled mightily to the act.

"Fine…Dawn was here, Red to…," Spike mumbled back his reply with a somber look on his face as he hung his head a bit and leaned back up against the wall.

"Spike…," Buffy moaned with a slightly annoyed tint to her voice as she hated it when Spike took her words a little too seriously and descended into a funk that he could only have learned from Angel and then improved upon.

"Come on let's go," Spike stated very plainly with a frustrated pout on his face as he pushed off of the wall and walked past Buffy, who started to weakly reach out to pull him back and set him straight but she sighed halfway through and let her arm drop and fell into step behind Spike, hoping that she'd get a chance to talk to him soon.

"I should be out there Wes," Faith pleaded with an impatient pout on her face as she paced around the parking garage, arms crossed, acting as antsy as a penned up kender.

"Easy Faith, you haven't fully healed yet," Wesley replied calmly with an almost bored look on his face as he leaned back up against a stack of pallets and busied himself with checking and double checking that he had all of his weapons in easily accessible positions.

"So…you're here, you sure that you've fully healed yourself," Faith snapped back with an almost angry tone to her voice even though the look in her eyes relayed her fears about his health.

"As fully as you," Wesley replied softly with a somewhat hurt frown on his face as Faith had to dig her fingernails deeply into her biceps to keep from shooting a scathing remark back at Wesley.

"Whatever…why'd Angel leave you here to look after me anyway, doesn't he trust me enough to know that I'll stay here until he gets back," Faith groaned with an unhappy look on her face as she threw up her hands and turned away from Wesley.

"Probably because he knows that other than him I'm the only one that you'll be honest with and not completely blow off at your first opportunity," Wesley surmised with a half smirk on his face as he slid one of his guns back into its holster.  Faith glared menacingly at him for a few seconds, as if she were coming up with something evil to do to him, before she walked up to stand directly in front of him and smiled.

"And just what makes you think that you've got me pegged accurately, for all you know I could blow you off any second now and go off and help Angel," Faith asked with a sly grin on her face as she leaned forward towards Wesley.

"Because you've changed Faith, you're on the path to redemption…rocky as it may be, and aren't ready to jeopardize it over something so trivial as blowing me off," Wesley answered softly with a sly grin of his own as he leaned forward a bit and looked down at Faith.

"You sound pretty confidant there Wes…why are you so sure that I've changed, for all that you know I could be fooling you right now…," Faith let her voice trail off with a daring look in her eyes as she took a step closer to Wesley and tried her best to calm her nerves.

"Because if you were the same old Faith then you would never be caught dead doing…," Wesley started to reply with a very softly serious look on his face before it happened. 

At first Faith's lips softly brushed up against his, after neither fully realized how close they had become, before Faith glanced up into his eyes in a search for permission.  With a slight shiver Faith took the look in Wesley's eyes as granting permission and she started to pull Wesley close to kiss him but was surprised when her actions were preempted by Wesley pulling her lips to his.  After snapping Faith's tongue with his own Wesley started to slowly pull away, giving Faith time to think things over and push him away and verbally slam him if she felt like it.  However Wesley never got very far before Faith wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down into a bruising kiss that she thrilled at as she soon felt the kiss being returned with a force equal to hers.  Neither noticed a befuddled Lorne as he unceremoniously entered the parking garage and looked around.  Both were so enthralled in the kiss that they didn't notice Lorne nearly beginning to tear up at the vibes emanating from them before he remembered his mission and took off to find Angel, hoping that the special ops units behind him stayed in there jeeps and didn't disturb the happy scene.

"This is spooky, like Silence Of The Lambs spooky," Dawn whispered to Willow with a timid look on her face and eyes wide.

"Huh, I thought that you were to young for that movie," Willow replied with a slightly confused look on her face as she half turned back to Dawn as she continued to set out the spell components that she'd need to cast the Thy Will Be Done spell.

"It is…but I rented it one night while Buffy was busy tracking some slimy demon down," Dawn said with a proud smile on her face as she puffed her chest out slightly and then shrugged her shoulders.

"Did she ever find out about it," Willow asked softly as she tried to keep Dawn, and herself, from getting to emotional about their current state of affairs with Buffy.

"Of course not…by the time that she got back she was so tired and stinky that she just took a shower and went to bed, mumbling something vague about Spike…," Dawn started to reply with a half smile on her face before two twin tears slid down her cheeks and she sniffled a bit before her voice faltered and she sat down in the corner of the room and pulled her knees up under her chin in a vain attempt to keep from sobbing outright.

"Really, did she say anything about…Dawnie, oh…," Willow started to ask with an interested tone to her voice before she heard Dawn crying and stopped preparing the spell and walked over and knelt down in front of the former key.

"How could we…could I, after she…," Dawn started to get out before she lost her fragile grip on her emotions and she didn't resist when Willow pulled her into a comforting embrace.

"We all made mistakes Dawnie, hopefully when this is all over we'll get a chance to," Willow said with a soft and hopefully soothing tone to her voice before Dawn pulled back and cut in.

"Get a chance to what…hope and pray that she doesn't hate us, what if when this is all over she doesn't want to come back…I don't, she can't, she has to come back…she has to," Dawn interjected at first with a clear voice before it began to falter considerably and by the end she was babbling almost incoherently. 

"I'm sure she will Dawnie…," Willow replied softly as she hoped that her words reassured the younger Summers sister, even though if she was being completely honest with herself she would have admitted that she was trying to convince herself every bit as much as Dawn.  As Dawn continued sobbing Willow tried to stay strong but after a few moments she found herself wiping away her own tears.

Ever since their earlier tiff in the hallway Spike had stayed almost as silent as a church mouse, a fact that both unnerved and scared Buffy to no end.  She understood his frustration and anger at her curt reply earlier but they had been doing important work at the time and a quickie was simply not in the plans, not that the thought didn't appeal to her.  When they finally stopped moving Buffy had opened her mouth to try to talk to Spike about what had happened earlier but he took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it with another lighter and sulked off to stare out at the eerily empty city through the waiting rooms windows.  With a sad and worried pout Buffy plopped down into the plush seat behind the nurse's desk, drawing out her own cigarette and using the lighter that she had kept hidden from Angel to light it, hoping that it would be able to calm her nerves.

"Come on Spike, enough with the five year old routine, talk to me…please," Buffy pleaded softly with a fair amount of regret in her voice before she put the cigarette back between her lips and inhaled deeply.

"Thought you didn't want to talk to me," Spike mumbled softly back in reply after several agonizingly silent moments.

"What, I never said that, I just didn't think that this was any time for a quickie, no matter how much we both want it," Buffy quickly declared with a serious and somewhat shocked look on her face as she got back up to her feet and made her way out into the waiting room as she blew out a large puff of smoke.  As she finished speaking Buffy couldn't help but smile at how Spike's right eyebrow curled up in subtle confusion as he half turned back around to look at her.

"I hear you saying it but…," Spike said softly with a sad pout on his face as he turned away from the window and leaned back up against it, staring not at Buffy but instead at a discarded magazine left out on one of the chairs.

"Spike stop it, I want you to listen to me right now and forget every single one of your misgivings and hang-ups about our relationship…the reason that I didn't want to…go at it right there in the hallway, was because we're going to have plenty of time to do it later…over and over and over and over and…," Buffy said with a very forceful and serious expression on her face as she slowly walked up to Spike and took in and then exhaled another lungful of smoke along the way before a sly grin crept upon her face at the end of her short speech to Spike.

"What if Angel," Spike started to mumble back with an uncertain look on his face as he dropped his cigarette to the floor and stomped it out with the toe of his boot.

"Fuck Angel…," Buffy growled with an angry and fed up scowl on her face before she tossed her cigarette away and pressed herself hard up against Spike, nearly driving him into the wall, before she devoured his mouth with her own, letting first her hands roam where they may and then allowing his to do the same, with one hand slipping underneath the hem of her shirt and traveling upwards while the other slipped in between her jeans and her panties and gave her butt a good squeeze.  Soon the only thing keeping the two on their feet was the sturdiness of the wall.  Mere moments later Spike and Buffy cast their inhibitions to the wind and gave themselves over to their desires as they collapsed to the floor, with their clothes flying off faster than a twister.  They barely avoided being seen by Andrew as he peeked his head into the waiting room because he thought that he had heard a noise.  With a nervous shrug of his shoulders the former nerd shook his head and followed off down the hallway after Robin.

END OF CHAPTER 13