REPRECUSSIONS
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CHAPTER 25-DON'T MIND ME
Faiths scream of both terror and extreme anger had barely left her throat before her left foot connected with the stomach of the ubervamp that had attacked Wesley. The ubervamp let out an angry grunt before the force of Faith's kick sent it reeling back into a pair of ubervamps that had, until that moment, remained hidden in the shadows.
"Wesley," Faith nearly screamed out at the top of her lungs as she tumbled back over the gurney and collapsed to the floor beside her former watcher. At first for a few agonizing seconds Faith got no response, but then just as the ubervamp that Faith had kicked roared in anger and sprang back up to its feet Faith's heart nearly choked her before she was finally able to regain her composure. "Come on Wes…," Faith spat out hurriedly as she got off of her knees and hauled Wesley up with her. Faith and Wesley were almost to the door when the sound of the bed that Wesley had just been laying in crashing into a far wall echoed throughout the room.
"Nnh…Faith," Wesley said as the words more trickled out of his mouth before he could muster up enough strength to slap his hand meaninglessly against the doorknob.
"Wes wait, I'll…," Faith gasped out, as the task of carrying Wesley all of the way to the door coupled with her opening volley of attacks on the ubervamps had left Faith just a bit winded.
"Faith…we…," Wesley began again, with a clear sense of urgency in his voice, as he collected enough energy to actually be able to latch onto the doorknob before he grunted loudly and turned the knob. Faith and Wesley stumbled out into the hallway, startling the guards on duty with their sudden appearance. True to their reputation the guards reacted quickly, which is probably what saved a great many of their lives as what seemed like a hoard of ubervamps came tearing through the recovery rooms window, sending a painful shower of glass shards at the guards and Wesley and Faith.
"So where to first," Angel asked with a nervous but excited look on his face as he opened the door to let Cordy out of her former hospital room.
"Oh I don't know…maybe a little shopping, maybe some lunch…," Cordelia replied with a carefree smile on her face as she paraded out of her former room, leaving a stunned Angel to follow in her wake.
"What…," Angel stammered out with a confused and slightly concerned frown on his face before Cordelia spun quickly around on her heels and beamed her perfect smile back at him.
"Come on Angel, lighten up…I'm not stupid, I know what's going on in Sunnydale," Cordelia exclaimed with a borderline annoyed frown on her face before Angel stepped up to the plate, albeit not in the grandest fashion.
"Y…you do," Angel stuttered out with an odd look on his face as he tried to decipher what exact game Cordelia was playing.
"Of course…one of the lesser known side effects of my existing on a higher plane of existence," Cordelia replied with a confidant smirk on her face before her countenance grew serious. "No let's go before Sunnydale gets pulled down into the tenth level of hell," Cordelia added with a very serious and really nervous look on her face before she grabbed Angel's arm and started to lead him away.
"Why…as someone that's actually been to the tenth level of hell I feel…compelled, to say that it's actually quite nice at this time of the year," Angel quipped with a sarcastic smirk on his face as Cordelia momentarily thought above shoving him out of the nearest window.
Connor and Oz had been on their way back to see Dawn when the sound of glass shattering and of people screaming echoed down past them. Before Oz could even get a word in edgewise Connor had sprinted off down the hallway, madly dashing by one stunned security guard after another. Shaking his head in frustration Oz dipped his shoulders and tore off through the hallways; madly scanning each and every turn for any kind of weapon that he could find for his werewolf senses alerted him early on to the presence of those that were definitely not human. Oz made it through a few hallways, picking up a momentarily left fire ax, before he rounded a corner and was almost knocked flat on his back by a sudden rush of nurses in a frantic effort to flee the fighting.
"Hey watch…ow," Oz exclaimed loudly as he first tried to weave his way through the stampede of nurses charging madly at him before a rather large nurse that he had briefly noticed earlier nearly ran him over.
"Get out of my way…," Faith screamed with a fair amount of fear in her voice, coupled with the drive of getting Wesley out of the fray before taking out her pent up frustrations on anything that dared and be foolish enough to even wink her or her lover's way, as she scrambled towards Oz. Faith was mere inches away from running Oz over when Connor reached out and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him out of Faith's way at the last minute, or so he thought.
"Come on Wes we gotta…damn," Faith started to add to Wesley in a nervous voice before Wesley tripped over one of Oz's feet and the two went sprawling down to the ground, knocking over a couple of guards who were rushing to the scene in the process.
"Wesley…Faith, are you okay," Oz shouted loudly, trying to be heard over the screams and the bullets, as he shook himself free of Connor's grasp and went to help Faith get Wesley back to his feet. Faith started to accept his hand back up to her feet but stopped and snatched it back away as one of the ubervamps flung two guards aside like paper dolls and charged towards them.
"Damn…where's a weapon when you need…," Faith angrily begins to mutter with a frustrated scowl on her face as she keeps one arm around Wesley's waist while she frantically starts to search the immediate area for anything that she could possibly use as a weapon. Oz began to react as quickly as he could; wildly swinging the axe in an upward arc with all of his might, but the ubervamp was easily a step or two faster, batting the axe away as if it were nothing.
"One…," Wesley mumbled with an almost cocky smirk on his face before the clamor of the room was punctuated by the sight of the back of the ubervamps head being blown out by a powerful shotgun blast.
"What the fuck…," Faith gasped out with a very shocked and surprised look on her face before she turned back to look over at Wesley, the smoking shotgun still in his hand.
"Told you I'd have your back Faith," Wesley mumbled with a pleased smile on his face before he unceremoniously passed out, dropping the shotgun at his feet.
"Wesley," Faith exclaimed loudly with a shocked and very worried expression on her face as she quickly moved to keep Wesley from banging his head on the rail that jutted slightly out away from the wall.
"Shit…," Connor grumbled under his breath before a torrent of ubervampires began to pour out of the once safe recovery room and into the hallway.
"I don't like this…," Spike stated with an unhappy pout on his face before Buffy threw a heavy blanket overtop of him and tried her best to stifle a snicker.
"Quiet ya big baby, God…why do I always fall for the whiners…," Buffy moaned with a sarcastic smile on her face before she couldn't help but laugh openly as she caught site of a pouty Spike staring back at her from underneath the heavy blanket.
"Hey…now wait a bloody…," Spike began to angrily protest with a combative expression on his face before Anya rudely poked him in the ribs from behind and shushed him loudly.
"This is never going to work," Xander objected with a very worried look on his face as he ran his hands nervously through his hair, careful to not snag any part of his eye patch.
"Shut up yuh big bahbee…," Kennedy said in a sad attempt to mock Xander but because of her broken nose everyone in the room stood for a silent moment, staring oddly at her, before they realized what it was that she had said and tried to smile as if they thought that her joke was funny.
"Okay people, now I don't like this any more than you do but there's definitely something going on here and from the looks of things, as much as I loathe to admit it, the Initiative seems to be looking the other way…my husband included…," Sam announced with a hurried and pensive expression on her face as she made sure that she had an extra clip for her gun and then took a deep breath.
"Does it help any if we say that we're sorry…," Buffy offered with a hopeful and innocent look on her face as she turned away from Spike and faced Sam.
"Maybe in another lifetime…let's go," Sam replied softly after a quick sigh and a moment of silence before she straightened up and walked to the door.
"Ray of sunshine that one…," Buffy mumbled sadly under her breath to Spike, who snickered a bit before he walked out of the room with Anya and Xander just a step in front of him.
"Ah don't like dis…," Kennedy groaned with a nervous look on her face as she shuffled out of the room, quickly sneaking a peek down a nearby hallway before getting into step beside Buffy and Sam as the latter shut the door softly.
"Well join the club…now keep it down and when we get stopped let me do all of the talking, otherwise I'll put you out of our misery myself," Sam replied with a rather cold expression on her face, mere moments before the rag tag group met its first patrol.
"Bloody hell…," Molly shouted in surprise as the sounds of the fighting reached the trashed out cafeteria, almost causing her to fall off of her chair.
"What was that," Fred exclaimed with a shocked and nervous look on her face before she quickly dropped her files down onto the table and turned to Lorne.
"Heh…I'll give you three guesses, and they're all bad news…with a capital bad," Lorne joked with a weak smile on his face before he threw his hands up in defeat and jumped behind Fred.
"Big help you are," Kelli grumbled with an angry but scared tone to her voice as she chided Lorne for his lack of courage.
"Hey now kitten, we all have our parts to play, mine just don't happen to involve a lot of fighting and bloodshed, least of all my own," Lorne shot back with an almost smug look on his face before Molly spun around in her chair and gave him an odd look before she joined into the debate.
"But that's taking the easy way out Lorne, you know that right…," Molly added with an impatient look on her face as she got up out of her seat and began to walk towards the double doors that led out of the cafeteria and into a long hallway.
"Hey…where are you going," Fred asked loudly, as she came out of the almost stupor that she had fallen into after her last comment to Lorne as Molly gently tapped her fingers on the wall beside the double doors that led out of the cafeteria.
"Home…where do you think, out there…," Molly answered as she smiled a cheesy smile at first before her look grew serious and she made a move for the doors, only to be sent flying back into the room as if she were made of paper as several ubervamps burst through the doors, snarling loudly enough to wake the dead. Fred tried her best to speak in the immediate aftermath of the ubervamps bursting into the cafeteria but quickly lost her voice as the killers thundered towards them.
"This is so not good," Lorne cried out in a panic in the act of diving under the nearest table, making a feeble effort to pull Fred down with him, but she stood steadfast against the oncoming horde.
"Oh…no, I uh…," Fred mumbled out through chattering lips before Kelli surprised even herself and tackled the frightened Texan with a running shoulder to the gut as the two then went tumbling awkwardly, and painfully, across the room until they finally came to a stop near a shattered window.
"F…Fred," Lorne shouted with a very worried look of fear on his face as he sat up and frantically began to search the room with his gaze before the fray was loudly interrupted by the heavy and constant sound of gunfire.
"Ow…hey, let go of…Angel," Molly grumbled softly in pain at first before she was suddenly pulled back out of the line of fire in such a way that her left hip bounced through a bit of broken glass, and within seconds she knew that she hadn't gotten through that patch unscathed. She fought back a less than ladylike curse before she brought her hand away from her hip and swallowed deeply at the sight of her hand being covered in blood.
"Stay here," Angel ordered with a barely nervous glint in his eyes as he gave Molly a quick look before he hurled himself at the nearest ubervamp, the two going down in a cloud of dust.
"Damn…," Molly growled loudly with an angry scowl on her face as she pressed her hand back over her hip, which at that moment began to tingle.
"Are you okay," Cordelia asked with a worried look on her face as she knelt down to help Molly up but kept her gaze locked pointedly on Angel.
"Of course, don't mind the torrent of blood rushing out of my leg…I'll be fine," Molly replied with a very sarcastic snicker and smirk on her face before she blanched and tried not to look at her left hip and all of the blood.
"Oh good because…oh no," Cordelia started to mumble back appreciatively in reply before she glanced down at Molly's injured hip and her eyes grew wide and a look of shock came upon her face.
"I'm okay really…it's totally natural for me to lose this much blood and still…," Molly began to joke back with a smarmy smirk on her face before she couldn't keep the act up any longer and her shoulders drooped a bit.
"We should get you out of here…Angel, this girl…," Cordelia stammered out quickly with a panicked edge to her voice before she realized that she didn't know Molly's name and was about to ask when Kelly interrupted her.
"Angel…Molly's hurt," Kelly exclaimed loudly, after having found her breath, as she peered up and over the edge of one of the burnt out overturned tables, while Fred did her best not to cough up a lung.
"I can't do anything about it now…get her out of here…Lorne," Angel replied in between his well placed blows on the ubervamp as he tried to cause as much damage to it as he could without taking any himself. The odds however soon turned against him and by the time that Fred and Kelly had scrambled over to where Cordelia and Lorne were trying to drag Molly out of the room Angel wasn't faring so well.
"On it Angelcakes, you don't have to tell this little demon twice," Lorne chirped in with an all to pleased at getting the hell out of the cafeteria smile on his face as he helped Cordelia pulled a weakening Molly away from the battle.
"Can it Lorne and help me pull, Angel can't hold them off forever," Cordelia snapped with an angry and worried for Angel expression on her face as she lightly elbowed the empath demon in the shoulder.
"Hurry…," Fred added with an impatient look on her face as she took one of Molly's legs while Kelly took the other and together the four of them scurried out of the room carrying the injured Molly, mere moments before Angel was knocked to the floor and instantly beset upon by the assembled mass of ubervamps.
Driving like a maniac Spike tore across town towards the hospital, with Buffy in the front seat beside him and the others furiously scrambling to seatbelt themselves in seated in the back. Throughout the ride Xander had tried many times to apologize to Buffy but each and every time that thought that he had built up enough courage it'd desert him as he remembered the small bit of bad news that he and the others were carrying with them. Throughout the entire time spent locked up by the Initiative and then confronted with Spike and Buffy neither Xander nor any of the others had been able to say anything about Rhona's death. Buffy could tell that something was off with her former friend but had erroneously guessed that the difference in his actions was due to his voting her out of her house and out of being the leader. Spike on the other hand could smell the scent of her death all over Xander and Anya, but he let it slide as truth be told he had never really liked Rhona to begin with and the demon in him had instantly rejoiced at the news of the death of the potential slayer.
"Would you please slow down, I'd like to actually make it to the fight," Sam shouted over both the engine and Spike's cackles of glee before he spun the rear end of the hummer sharply around a corner and firmly pressed the accelerator all of the way down to the floor. Buffy had to use all of her slayer strength to keep from getting thrown out of the large vehicle while Spike bounced merrily around in his seat, his unused seatbelt flapping around beside him.
"What…I can't hear you, you're going to have to speak up," Spike exclaimed with an almost demented look of glee on his face as he only briefly glanced up at the rearview mirror.
"Slow down….you're going to kill us," Anya shrieked in a panic before she was flung hard into Xander by Spike going madly around another corner.
"Do you even know where you're going," Xander added with an impatient and scared expression on his face as he valiantly tried to keep a hold of the door on his side while not getting crushed by Anya, Kennedy, and Sam as the three women were thrown against him repeatedly by Spike's driving.
"Of course I do whelp…I'd know where I was going even if I was wearing a blindfold…speaking of which," Spike chirped back merrily in answer with a broad smile on his face before Buffy loudly cleared her throat.
"Don't even think about it Spike, we're probably already to late, the last thing we need is for you to get us all killed on the way," Buffy interjected with a very serious and nervous look on her face as she kept her grip locked onto the passenger side door.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence pet, really…," Spike stated plainly, trying to sound chipper but Buffy easily saw through his sarcasm and for a moment wished that she hadn't said anything.
"Who let him drive anyway," Kennedy asked with a terrified and angry scowl on her face before Spike spun the hummer around once more and slammed on the brakes, a triumphant smile on his face.
"We're here aren't we…now we just need to…," Spike began to announce with a happy smile on his face before he was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering.
"What was…," Sam began to ask with a surprised and somewhat confused look on her face before she was also interrupted, but not by the sound of glass shattering. Everyone in the hummer was nearly scared silly as a body fell onto the hood with a sickening crunch.
"Hi Buffy…," A very bloodied Angel stated with an incoherent grin on his face, scythe in hand, before his head flopped back down onto the hood.
"Angel," Buffy shouted in both surprise and anger as she frantically began to unbuckle her seatbelt before Spike laid a restraining hand on her shoulder. Before she could order him to let her go he pointed towards an onrushing horde of ubervamps.
END OF CHAPTER 25