The Defense
By the Shadower
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WHEDON owns these characters. LEVIN is an idiot and I refuse to acknowledge his existence beyond that.
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A/N: I haven't written in a while. I apologize. I hope to write more very soon if I receive good feedback. Also, to Gemini-Moon1, please write more. Your work is an inspiration to AF writers everywhere, and you should continue it.
Thanks to all those who reviewed, I'm sorry I don't have time to write personal responses but I'm on a time limit. Personal responses next chapter.
Chapter Four
"
You can't hurt me
You can't stop me
You can't beat me
You can't break me"
-Drowning Pool
Faith hunched over, struggling not to cry. Angel had worked so hard, done so much for her, for her redemption, and now she'd killed again.
The lead that had hit her stomach when she'd taken out the cop was nothing to what she felt now. God, he'd even gone against Buffy's wishes because he thought she could be helped. And now she'd betrayed his faith in her, betrayed him.
He must hate her now. How could he feel anything else?
Angel exhaled softly as he finished the walk down the cellblock to the cell he wanted. He was here now, and he needed his wits about him if he was to help Faith.
He stared at the still form before him, reclined on the bed with eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Angel knew better. He could sense the awareness, the alien intelligence working before him.
He reflected for a moment that once, that mind hadn't been so alien to him. Once he'd known this thing that had once been a man better than any other in the world.
But that was then, this was now, and now was not the time for reminiscing.
The eyes opened and the thing acknowledged him with a nod, but said nothing. Angel searched for a way to open the conversation, and decided to go with honesty.
"Faith is missing. I want to find her so I can help her."
He paused, waiting for the thing to speak, but there was only silence.
"You said something to her, didn't you? Helped her escape, maybe?"
A spark flashed through the formerly dead eyes.
"Slayer was bein' kept locked up. Not bloody well fair. She did her time, she got herself out, an' now she has to go back, just because she's a slayer."
Angel focused on what Spike was saying, trying to ignore the fact that this was the first time he'd heard his childe's voice in over four years.
"Where is she, Spike? I need to find her."
Spike was silent.
"What, do you want them to find her first? To do to her what they did to Dru?"
"I think it's time for you to leave."
Spike's voice was different now, holding no trace of the accent that had once fit him like a color. Angel looked at his eyes and saw that they were cold, dead, emotionless. Almost like the eyes of an old man, but there was something else there. Something inexplicable.
Without a word he turned and left the cellblock.
Five hours later, they would find a mess of blood and gore entangled with something that might once have been a guard's uniform. They would immediately begin to inventory the prisoners, to ensure that all were where they were supposed to be.
Ten hours later, a search of William Hawke's cell would reveal a shank fashioned from a bandage and a shard of broken plate, caked with blood.
It would be fifteen hours before the necessary police could be gathered together and the hunt would begin.
By then, Spike would have disappeared off the face of the earth.
A/N: As I am in ignorance as to Spike's real last name, I have invented one. This is also a tribute to Robert Parker and his brilliant character of the same name, though I have altered the spelling.
Also, before you ask, there may be some B/S later in the fic but I can't promise anything. This is and always will be predominantly an A/F fic, and while Spike will play a significant role, I am still considering Buffy's and have no decisive plans as of yet.
Oh, and Lindsey IS going to be in this fic, I just haven't gotten to him yet.