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Buffy POV
Twenty minutes later Wesley dropped Angel and me off at the hotel parking lot, wear we were met by the gravy haired man driving Liam's limo.
"Daniel" Liam said. We retrieved the files."
"Brilliant" Daniel replied, casually as if Liam was talking about the new suit he picked up at brooks brothers, not a file he risked his life for. Liam climbed into the limo, and I slid into the seat next to him.
"Hello Buffy" Daniel (Formally known as gray haired interrupty guy) said.
"Hi" I replied. It sounded stupid I know, but I couldn't think of a better thing to say. I have never prided myself on long conversations.
"I can drop you off near your apartment on the way back from the airport" Daniel carried on nicely, ignoring my stupidity. I nodded, and then looked over at Liam who had popped the file into his computer, and was now busy swearing at the screen.
"What?" Maybe I could help.
"The code is in code"
"There does my weekend" Daniel said hitting the handlebars.
"He and willow are the I.N'S chief code breakers." Liam explained to me.
"How is willow?" Wow I just kept on getting stupider and stupider. If stupider was even a word? Liam's kiss certainly had messed up my thought process.
"Fine" The minute Liam said that I couldn't stop thinking about his lips. Even though he continued talking I didn't really hear him, I was more focused on the way his gorgeous lips moved to sound out those words.
The second his lips stopped moving, I pounced. In all reality, Liam should have been shocked, but his lips certainly pressed readily against mine, his hands shifting the laptop out of the way and pulling me onto his lap. Why didn't I do this earlier?
This time we were interrupted by the car stopping, fifteen minutes later, in front of LAX.
Liam got out, reluctantly, and grabbed his suitcases from the trunk. Then he popped his head back through the widow and said to me "Next time I promise a real date."
Then he left and we drove away. Now that Liam was gone I directed my attention to Daniel (or tried) "So you're a code breaker?"
"Among other things"
"One of them being Liam's best friend?" Daniel confirmed my hunch by nodding "So what are you beside that?"
"Well technically I am not a chauffer but I'm playing one today" I smiled Daniel's mellow tone immediately put me at ease.
"I am also a linguist, co-chair of the I.N, and Liam's son in law"
Those words reminded me of Liam's age. How much older he was then me. Two weeks ago, I had mentally called Daniel old man even though I was in love (no, no, in lust) with a much older one.
We drove the rest of the way to my apartment in silence; as I let the implications of what I had learned tonight sink in.
Liam was immortal (his son in law was older then I). The CIA had created part of me. I was like a machine or a clone, I wasn't entirely myself. And I couldn't help but feel awkward, and mad. Not at Liam specifically, but life in general.
I got out of the car silently, Daniel knew something was bothering me, but he was too polite to probe. I climbed the stairs to my apartment in silence opened the door, poured myself a glass of wine, turned on the radio. Sighing I turned it off as a mushy song came on, only adding to my irritation.
I turned to the TV, but that didn't help either. I started running the bath, but halfway through I lost interest. Nothing was working. It was like being in pain. I could think of nothing but my own back story and Liam's role in it.
I looked at my self in the mirror. Trying to see what was wrong. If there was some sort of clue to the experiment's on my body.
There were none, so I went back to thinking. How mad I was at the CIA, at everyone. I began to write down words slowly at first. Then quicker: my fears, my hatred, spilled on to the lined paper. I wrote for hours. Exhausted by the emotion in it, I managed to stamp the letter and put it in the mail before I could really comprehend exactly what I had done.
Daniel POV: A week later
Willow typed as I read the code out loud. We had managed to break down the structure of the code (after hours of swearing, and consuming a toxic amount of junk food, including to my horror one deep fried Mar's bar). But we had yet to put it back together properly, now it was just a matter of trial and error. Utter emphases on the error.
We had to breack the code in order to read the file. And we have to read the file. In it are the CIA's six mounth plan's. If they know about Buffy, the information would be in there. If they knew about the KGB'S to start an open war. It would be in there to, as well as what they planned to do about both 'problems'.
Liam was supposed to help us with the decoding, but for the last three days he had been moodier then usual which was saying something. It was the letter that did it. The letter that Liam thought I didn't know about.
The letter from Buffy. I had read the first few lines, nothing more, but I knew what it was about, his age. Their mutual back-story, the fact that her parents had betrayed her, turned her over to the CIA and let her be a human guinea pig.
I knew that Angle's story would cause a rift between them, and I was surprised by the delay. Angel was too; it lulled him into believing that she could deal.
No one could that quickly, give it time, I thought as I typed, give it time. And all of a sudden the solution was in front of me. No not the solution to Liam's love predicament, (I'm not a miracle worker) but the solution to the code.
I typed it in, and the documents unscrambled themselves before my very eyes, Willow heard my exited murmuring and ran over. A big grin on her face, the grin vanished the moment she began to read.
I called Liam into the room, if his mood was classified as gloomy before, it was down right grim after he read the Files.
"Evacuate all but are primary sources. Now." He barked.
I nodded. Tomorrow was the day when Ireland would take on the rest of the world.
Next Chapter: Our Hero's are reunited (I hope)
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