"And that's about it then," Spike said, finishing the last drag of his cigarette.
Spike's story had been an incredible one; one he would have taken as the vampire's bravado, yet from what little Gile's had known before he talked to Spike, he thought it all to be true.
It was all making sense now, or at least more sense. Drogan was dead, which bothered Giles. Not because he care for the man, not that he didn't, but what weighed on Giles conscience was the fact that the Deeper Well was unmonitored and unprotected. Illyria had been released from the Well while Drogan was there, what could escape if he wasn't?
Maybe something already had? That would explain his and Buffy's current situation, whatever they were dealing with was powerful and several events tied back to the Well…
Yet, something didn't seem right about that. Spike said that the Drogan had come over a week ago, maybe less, so that meant that the Well had been unguarded for just a little time; too little to explain what was happening back home.
Something else bothered Giles - Wesley. Giles and Wesley had never really connected interpersonally, however he had been a Watcher – One of the last remaining Watcher's outside of Giles. He had been Faith's Watcher, a hard job to say the least, and apparently from the way Spike spoke of him, a very important part of Angel's dynamic in Los Angeles.
Giles had hoped to talk to Wesley about the Watcher's Council and the possibility of him taking an active role in its reformation, but he had been a day late. That seemed to be a reoccurring theme as of late for him.
Well, he still had Spike, something Buffy would be glad for. Another ally she had said. Giles wasn't sure how far to trust Spike, soul or no. He, like Angel, had been in the belly of the beast for too long for it to not have effected them, yet like it or not, they need allies; even allies that walked the edge of light and dark.
It had all seemed so simple and straight forward when he had first become a Watcher. Slayer, good. Demons, bad. Then Angel had come along, then Anya, then Willow's transformation, and now Spike. Giles wasn't comfortable in the gray areas, but that seemed to be were he always ended. Pragmatic paradise.
Giles had to consciously fight the urge to pull his glasses off his face and clean the lens.
"Spike," Gile said, as he slowly folded his hands together to keep them away from his glasses. "Do you think you can find him? Angel, I mean. If he..uh..is findable."
"I suppose I could. Though you, Andrew, and the Psycho could just as easily find him yourselves, just follow the smell of hair jell and listen for someone whining like a bloody little gir…."
Spike didn't have time finish his sentence as a burst of light filled the room. The light suddenly coalesced into a single point of light that looked like a baseball-sized ball of pure light.
"What the bloody…" Spike started to say as the light headed straight for him. It hit him square in the head, driving him to the ground.
He lay there for several seconds, probably up to thirty, not moving an inch despite Giles repeatedly calling him name. Giles, not knowing what happened, didn't want to touch him until he knew what happened. If that had been some sort of magical attack who knows what it would have done to Spike. Then practically speaking, if Giles startled Spike…
Finally, Spike started to move, slowly at first, then finally normally as he pushed himself back to him feet.
"Spike, what happened?"
"I'm not sure…." Spike shook his head slowly, as if he was trying to shake the cobwebs out, and then began to curse under his breath.
"But I think I know where Angel is."