CONSEQUENCES
Disclaimer-I don't own any of the characters except for the ones that I created like Morgan and Katy.
Wesfan1234-Both groups aren't really together, Buffy and the others have only seen Connor, Gwen, and Groo. They still don't know about Spike being there or Morgan. Thanks for reviewing and as for Angel…well he…has had it with playing by the rules…and thanks for reviewing, glad you like the story.CHAPTER 14-RAMIFICATIONS
Angel angrily paced up and down the hallway outside of the waiting room. He had tried to stay in there for a little over an hour but his nerves had ended up being too much. To many of those that he considered kin had spent far too much time in hospitals in his eyes. Buffy, Spike, Willow, Cordelia, and Wesley had all spent time in the hospital because of something that he had done. But now having delivered Faith into the emergency room for the second time in less than a week his frayed nerves had worn out. Faith had been rushed into the emergency room and put under in what seemed like the blink of an eye. The forms that the nurse had handed him to fill out had ended up being thrown into the trash, with Angel knowing it would be best for everyone if Faith's existence within the building was kept under the tightest web of security possible. Luckily he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary within the hospital for the first hour after he had brought Faith in. However that did not last another hour. Not five minutes after a quarter past eleven Angel caught a scent that he had come to know well, Wolfram and Hart teams systematically making their way through the building. Not feeling in the least like playing nicely, or by the rules, Angel slid his game face on and decided to work off some of his frustration. The hospital morgue would add several bodies to its collection before the night was over.
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Buffy had done her best to keep up with Connor and the others, who were having their own trouble following Nina's path of destruction. As they ran through the streets the signs of Nina's presence were unmistakable. At nearly every street corner there was a large crowd of people that surrounded what was left of an innocent pedestrian that had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. As she ran Buffy hoped that both the morning would come soon and that Giles had regrouped and found the services of either a taxi or some other vehicle because London was too big of a town to chase a rather pissed off werewolf around all night. As she went she began to be amazed at how the three people that she had just met were able to not only keep up with her but in fact be ahead of her and not seem to be slowing down to readily. The young man that had confronted her earlier looked driven beyond repute in his tracking of the werewolf. She was just about to momentarily stop to catch her breath when the werewolf doubled back and began to come back her way.
"Least I don't have to chase you all over London anymore," Buffy gasped out with a tired look on her face as she bent over slightly and tried to catch her breath.
"What are you doing here," Gwen growled sharply with a less than thrilled scowl on her face as she and Groo ran around the corner and almost ran into Buffy.
"Could ask you the same thing, what's going on here, why are you trying to catch that werewolf, one of Wolfram and Hart's experiments gone awry," Buffy demanded with an impatient expression on her face as she refused to physically back down from Gwen.
"She has nothing to do with Wolfram and Hart, she's a friend of a friend," Gwen replied coldly as she pulled off both of her gloves and turned away from Buffy.
"Actually a girlfriend of a friend, who would be most unhappy if something were to happen to her," Groo added with a concerned smile on his face as he looked around the sidewalk for a weapon.
"You want to tell her everything else while you're at it," Gwen grumbled with a very sarcastic and scathing sneer on her face as he glared over at Groo, who looked down at the ground and shrank away slightly from her glare. Groo started to respond with a sullen look on his face but Nina interrupted him by hurling what was left of a human torso at them. Buffy ducked behind a car while Gwen ducked in through the open door of a business as someone was beginning to open the door to leave. Groo stood his ground but only turned sideways to avoid being struck by the torso.
"Buffy," Xander exclaimed with a very nervous expression on his face as Giles slammed on the brakes and stopped the car right beside Buffy.
"Don't move, she's coming back this way," Buffy shouted back with a very serious and concerned look on her face as she straightened up just a bit but stayed behind the parked car.
"How do you know it's a she," Giles asked with an impatient look on his face as he slowly opened the car door.
"Because she's Angel girlfriend alright…now stay in the damn car," Gwen sneered back with a very angry scowl on her face before Nina leapt forward onto a car only three car lengths in front of Giles and Xander.
"Angel's what," Buffy choked out with a look of surprise and total disbelief on her face as she spun around to look questioningly at Gwen.
"Girlfriend, now stay down," Gwen quickly replied with a hurried look on her face before she ran forward towards Nina, hoping that she could get lucky enough to get one good shot in and knock Nina out so that they could get her to the holding cell that she and Groo had found earlier.
"Nina stop…please," Connor shouted with what little breath he had left in his body as he leaned up against a light pole in an attempt to try and catch his breath.
"Stay back Connor, dealing with Angel's girlfriend's bad enough, I am not going to let you get yourself killed trying to…," Gwen started to shout over to Connor before Nina leapt her way. Falling flat on her back, and scraping her elbows, Gwen soon found herself looking straight up into the snarling face of a rather pissed off werewolf.
"Don't move," Giles started to say with an extremely nervous look on his face as with his left hand he started to shut the car door and with his right hand he moved it from the steering wheel to the keys still dangling in the ignition.
"Sorry honey…but you're not my type," Gwen whispered softly up to Nina with a scared smile on her face before she reached out, grabbed Nina by the ankle and wrist, and sent every volt left in her body into Nina. Nina was caught completely by surprise and howled in alarm before she was knocked out and landed with a thud on the ground beside the curb. For her part Gwen was left completely drained of energy and passed out before Nina even hit the ground.
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Katy awoke, unbound, on what felt like a very nice and soft bed. She puzzled at the sudden change of surroundings and décor. She rubbed her red and sore wrists and was thankful that she was no longer bound and gagged in the back of a moving van. She did not remember any of the plane ride or have any idea where she was but for some reason Katy felt completely safe, if a bit out of place. Her head was still a bit off and when she went to stand up she had to quickly sit back down lest she collapse to the floor. Her legs would support her but she felt dizzy standing up. She was about to try again when the door to the room opened and a middle aged man wearing a cape and wielding a sword stepped into her room.
"Stay away from me," Katy shouted loudly with a great amount of fear and confusion in her voice as she scrambled back across the bed before finally falling off the other side onto the floor.
"Huh…oh sorry, really sorry," The man exclaimed at first in surprise before the smile fell from his face as he saw Katy staring at his sword. Quickly he laid the sword down on the dresser beside the bed and backed away from it.
"Who are you…where am I, what do you want with me…where's Illyria," Katy demanded with what she hoped was a very firm and threatening tone of voice, even though she kept herself hidden behind the bed.
"I'm sorry for everything, the men that I hired weren't supposed to hurt you, I told them to be discreet about getting you here…guess I didn't convey that properly to them before they left," The man replied with a sheepish smile on his face as for the first time since he stepped foot into the room it looked to Katy as if he wasn't sure exactly what to do.
"No shit…now answer me, who are you and why…," Katy continued with a steadily growing look of anger on her face as she lifted herself up from behind the bed just a bit.
"I truly am sorry about all of this miss, David…David Nabbit, my name is David Nabbit, you're in my new country estate in London, I brought you here because you're a slayer, they…Wolfram and Hart was going to get you if I didn't do something," David answered with a nervous smile on his face as he pulled a chair out from beneath the desk and sat down.
"You know about me…about slayers, and Wolfram and Hart," Katy asked softly as she slowly stood up put a hand out onto the nightstand for support.
"Oh yes, I've known about slayers for years, ever since my college days when I came into possession of a really ancient text, it took me awhile to get it deciphered but in it there were passages that mentioned someone called they slayer, a young girl that was the protector of light and humanity and all that is good…I pretty much forgot about all of that until a few years ago when I got into a…rather sticky situation and was lucky enough that a vampire with a soul named Angel and his friends helped me out of it…ever since then I…," David replied with a nervous at first but then quickly growing look of eagerness to explain himself on his face as he bubbled out his history to Katy, who remained silent and tried her best to take it all in and judge if David was a threat to her or not.
"A vampire with a soul," Katy wondered aloud with a confused and shocked look on her face as she sat down on the bed and looked over at David.
"Yeah cool…isn't it," David exclaimed with a very cheesy grin on his face as he quickly nodded his head before the door opened and a groggy, but walking Illyria walked in, looking mostly none the worse for wear.
"Ja…Illyria," Katy shouted with a great amount of happiness and relief in her voice before she tried to stand up but found that her legs still were not strong enough and had to sit back down on the bed.
"Be still Katy, I am well," Illyria said with a serious but not angry look on her face as she walked further into the room and sat down on the bed beside Katy.
"See Katy, you're both okay…now if you'll excuse me I need to speak to my assistants about getting you something to eat and some new clothes," David said with an optimistic smile on his face before he stood, nodded his head, and left the room.
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Spike had gotten Morgan to a hospital quickly enough, ushering her into the emergency room over the shouted protests of the nurse on duty. He had barged through the front doors of the hospital, knocking Morgan's foot up against the door because he hadn't waited for it to open wide enough yet. She had yelped a bit in pain, mostly because the contact with the door had shaken her body just enough to make her shoulder and arm twinge. By the time that Spike was able to get Morgan to the emergency room her arm had already begun to swell up and turn every shade of black and blue in the color palette. The doctor's had immediately given her something for the pain and within twenty minutes she had been wheeled off to surgery two floors up. Stalking back and forth in the waiting room was all that Spike could do while doing his best to avoid trying to fill out the paperwork that the disgruntled nurse had handed him after the doctor's had taken Morgan away. He didn't have a clue as other than her name, the fact that she was a slayer, and that her heart rate would greatly increase every time that he stood close to her he knew absolutely nothing about her. As he walked he twirled the pen that she had given him around again and again, hoping that no one would notice the fact that if his duster billowed out just enough that the fact that the sides of his shirt were covered with blood would become known and the authorities would be alerted. That was the last thing that he needed at that moment, trying to evade the police while protecting Morgan at the same time. As he paced he kept an eye on the large panel of windows that made up one wall of the room, making sure that he knew exactly how far sunrise was away. He hoped that Angel had gotten Faith to another hospital in time and that she was okay, mostly because he knew how her death would adversely affect Angel but also because their ranks were small enough as is and he felt that they couldn't afford to lose anyone. He was just about to walk up to the nurse's station to ask how much longer Morgan would be in surgery when the familiar scent of gun oil caught his attention, and it wasn't coming from the guards.
"William the Bloody, stay where you are," A rather gruff voice announced as three people stepped into the waiting room.
"And if I don't," Spike teased with a slightly unsure grin on his face as he lifted his leg and leaned forward a bit, mimicking that he was about ready to take a step forward.
"Then you will never see Buffy again," Another voice said with an almost taunting tone to his voice before Spike turned around and knew instantly who had spoken.
"Bloody hell," Spike grumbled with an annoyed scowl on his face as his hands balled up into fists and he prepared himself for anything.
"It's nice to finally meet face to face…isn't it William, after waiting so long," The man said with an arrogant smirk on his face as he stepped forward and pulled of his gloves.
"That remains to be seen, maybe we should see just how…immortal, you really are," Spike snapped back with a defiant and confrontational sneer on his face as he spun around and looked ready to fight.
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"Where are you taking her," Giles asked with a very serious expression on his face as he got out of the car and looked ahead to where Connor and Groo were hurriedly loading Nina up into the back of a commandeered station wagon while Buffy and Xander hurried over to Gwen.
"Somewhere safe, where she won't hurt anyone else until morning," Connor replied with a frustrated look on his face as he cautiously closed the back hatch and turned back to Giles.
"I will take her," Groo added with a concerned look on his face as he slowly bent down and carefully picked Gwen up off of the sidewalk, before hurrying over to the car.
"I'm coming with you," Buffy announced with a very firm and assertive tone of voice as she stood up and followed Groo over to the car.
"No…you're not," Connor shot back with a very convinced and unwavering edge to his voice as he pulled open the door and got behind the wheel, picking the keys up off of the dashboard.
"If you think that I'm just going to take you at your word that no on else will get hurt tonight then…," Buffy started to say with a very defiant scowl on her face as she pulled open the back door and put one foot in.
"I said no, this is not your fight, you chose to turn your back and walk away from my father when he needed you most…so do us all a favor…and keep walking," Connor stated with a very serious and unwavering edge to his voice as he started to open his door back up.
"Turn my back on your father…what are you talking about, I don't even know your…," Buffy started to vehemently protest before Connor spun his head around and she suddenly noticed how familiar his looked seemed. "N…no, it can't be…you can't be," Buffy stammered out with a completely surprised and overwhelmed look on her face as she took a couple of stagger steps backwards but kept her gaze locked firmly on Connor.
"I can't and I shouldn't be but I am," Connor replied calmly, although with a certain bit of disdain and annoyance in his voice seeming to suggest that he was loathe to acknowledge his parentage again to those he barely knew.
"Angel's son…but that's impossible, right Giles," Xander exclaimed with a very confused and nervous look on his face as he opened his door, stood up, and turned to look over the top of the car at Giles.
"Yes Xander…completely impossible," Giles replied with a very stunned and stupefied look on his face as his mind raced as to how it would be possible for a vampire to have a son.
"Is he a vampire," Xander asked with a nervous look on his face as he fumbled for the stake that he had shoved into his pocket on the way out of Buffy's room earlier.
"Do I look like a vampire to you," Connor snapped with a increasingly angry scowl on his face as he slid back into his seat and slammed the car door.
"Not really but I've been fooled before," Xander mumbled with a scared look on his face as he slid his hands into his pockets and looked off down the street.
"Why does that not surprise me…you really are an idiot," Connor grumbled with a slightly astonished expression on his face as he shook his head and started the car.
"Hey," Xander shouted with a slightly angry scowl on his face as he shifted his gaze from Giles to Connor, before the latter put the car into gear and tore off down the road and away from Buffy, Giles, and Xander.
END OF CHAPTER 14