DISCLAIMER: I don't own Angel. Mutant Enemy does. If you think I do then send $20 to me. CHANCE IS MINE THOUGH.
Chance walked into the lobby of Wolfram and Hart. She was looking around the lobby when Angel came down the stairs from Medical. She spotted Angel and they met half way.
"This place is wicked awesome." Chance said excitedly. She was still looking around.
"I need to ask you some things. Why don't we step into my office." Angel said while placing his hand on her shoulders to steer her.
In his office, Angel sat at his desk while Chance stood behind a chair. She looked younger than last night.
"Where are you from?" Got any family?" Angel questioned. He wanted to know more about the witch who brought back Wes.
"I know for a fact that you can get anybody's records with just a wave of your hand. Just in case though, I'm from Boston. I live with my dad, stepmom, and stepsister. I don't live with my mom and older sister."
Spike walked into the meeting without recognition that Chance was there. "Peaches, you have something I can do? I'm bored and I don't want Illyria using my face as a punching bag."
"Spike, I'm in a meeting right now." an irritated Angel said.
Spike looked and noticed Chance standing there. "Witchy! How you doing?" Spike said cheerfully.
"Good. Well, better than last night at least." Chance said with a smile.
"Why are you with Peaches?" asked Spike. He wanted to know since he thought Angel was still with the werewolf.
"Peahes? Anyway he gave a rang and I came." Chance said while laughing at Spike's pet name for Angel.
"I was about to ask why she doesn't live with her mother and sister." Angel was getting extremely annoyed with Spike.
"'Have you even met them' should be your question, Angel." Spike loved to correct the older vampire. The young vampire showed a hint of concern for the young witch.
"Yeah and I'm actually going to see my sister tonight." Chance said still in the same state. There was a quiet for a moment until Chance spoke up. "How's Wesley?"
"He's fine and awake. We put him in Medical to check if everything's fine. You can go check on him if you want." Angel said. He already told Wesley what happened the previous night except for who the witch was. Of course, Wes wanted to do research on the spell that was used.
"It's okay. I better go help with my dad's family reunion. Bye." Chance said. She headed for the door but stopped and turned around. "Can one of you do me a favor?"
Spike was standing by a skinny tree with fruit punch in his hand. He agreed to come to the reunion as Chance's 'friend' from England. It was somewhat true. He sort of was a friend and he was English. He saw that Chance was coming up to him.
"How are you doing?" Chance asked with a look of concern.
"Twenty seconds ago, I wished I had brought a stake and dusted my ownself. But now that you're with me, I feel better." The vampire said with a smile that looked foreign on his face.
"That's good. Not about the whole 'stake' thing but otherwise good. I've formulated an escape plan." Chance said while looking around at who was there.
"You formulated an escape plan? Good, add a pint of blood to it." Spike said with happiness and a longing for the pint plan. "'Cause another cup of this and I'm going to have to wash it down with blood."
Just then Spike noticed a dark-haired woman that looked awfully familiar. He understood what the woman felt like when the Potentials were bugging her back in Sunnydale.
Wow. It seems a long time ago since that conversation and cigarette in the basement.
"Haven't seen you in a long time, Chance. You've gotten taller. Hey, Spike. What are you doing at this bordeom fest." The dark-haired woman said in a Boston attitude.
"Faith! What are you doing here?" Spike said, gaping at Faith.
"I think I should be asking you why you're here. The last time I checked nobody in the family was romantically involved with you." Faith said in order to see if the young vampire would get upset.
"William the Bloody, meet Faith, my sister." Chance formally introduced the two long-time allies/enemies.
"Bloody hell."
