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Chapter Five

Quarantine

Everyone arrived at the library before school started so they could get their assignments for the day. It happened every time there was a big evil. Giles would tell them what to research after school and when Buffy would Patrol and train. There were no books in this kind of meeting because anybody could walk into the library and find them. As Giles was giving out instructions Cordelia walked in.

"So nice of you to join us Cordelia," Xander said sarcastically.

"Bite me Harris," Cordelia returned before taking a seat next to Willow.

"Enough…"

But Giles was cut off when the doors to the library swung open and three men in weird clothing.

"In the name of the government you are all placed under quarantine," the first man through the door said.

The group exchanged looks.

"Huh?" Buffy was the first to speak.

"There is a disease and its origin is the high school. So you may have been exposed."

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Hours later Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Cordelia found themselves in a room in a hospital with another male and female. Willow sat next to Xander on his bed. Cordelia and Buffy sat down in chairs next to Xander's bed.

"Why are we here?" Cordelia asked.

This was the first time in hours that they were able to talk.

"I think the government put all of Sunny Dale High in Quarantine," Willow explained.

Willow looked over at Buffy. Fear shone in her eyes.

"We'll be ok Buffy," Willow assured her.

Everyone knew of Buffy's fear of hospitals.

"But will Angel?" Buffy asked.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Xander assured, "he's a fighter."

"I hope your right. I'm going to bed."

Buffy got up and went over to her own bed and slid into it. They all heard her distinctly say that that she wished Angel were there.

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Angel lay in pain. He needed Buffy. She had told him before she left last night that she would stop by after school. But school had been over for two hours and there was no sign of Buffy. Angel got out of bed slowly and made it the kitchen before he couldn't go any further. He was hungry, but to weak to move. Just as he thought that he was going to die a mug was brought to his mouth. He drank the contents. When it was empty the mug was removed and he had been given just enough strength to look up.

"Buffy," Angel whispered.

"Nope." A familiar British accent said.

"Spike. What do you want?" Angel tried to make it sound demanding but it came out in a hoarse whisper.

"Came to help me grandsire," replied Spike.

"Why?"

"Bollocks. You're bloody family. You're my Grandsire for Christ's sake."

"I haven't seen you since you tried to kill me to save Dru."

"I had no other choice. I needed… I don't need to explain myself to you. You're the one that left us. Not us leaving you."

"You got that all wrong. I can't believe after all these years you thought I left you," Angel laughed.

"It's what happened wasn't it?" Spike asked, becoming a little unsure of what really happened.

"When I got my soul Darla was disgusted with me. Since I couldn't kill anymore she kicked me out," Angel explained.

Spike didn't know what to say.

"Was Dru in on it?" Spike asked.

"Not that I know of," replied Angel.

"Good.