CONSEQUENCES

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for the ones that I created like Morgan and Katy.

Wesfan1234-The groups will be getting together soon, except that a couple very important things have to happen first, as to Wes…well you know that you can't keep a good ex-watcher down for long don't ya…and Dawn's about to get a shock…

CHAPTER 15-A CHANGE OF ADDRESS

She slipped her sweaty, dirty, and grimy jeans off as she slowly walked into the bathroom. She marveled at the size of the room by itself alone. The bathroom that she now found herself in was larger than her living room and kitchen in her apartment. She shut the door and stripped off what little clothing she had left on. David had come up a few moments earlier with a large shopping bag full of clothes, some of them with labels attached to them that Katy had only read through store windows. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, pouting and scowling at the various assortment of bumps, bruises, cuts, and scrapes that now marred her usually overly pampered skin. She still looked the part of a Russia to southern California transplant that had found lucrative work as an exotic dancer but in her mind she knew without a shadow of a doubt that those days were firmly and forever behind her. She shook her head sadly and pulled her hair tie out before she stepped into the shower and turned the water on. She spent longer than she thought that she probably should have in the shower, long enough so that afterwards every mirror in her room was fogged over.

"Oops," Katy quipped with a slightly embarrassed smile on her face as she wrapped the towel around her and slowly made her way back out into what she had been told was now her room. She dumped the bag out onto the bed and sifted through the mound of shoes and other clothing before she picked out the raciest pieces of lingerie that she could find and then pulled on a comfortable pair of blue jeans and a two sizes two big sweater over top. She did her best to squeeze the rest of the water out of her hair before she put on a little bit of makeup and ventured downstairs. She had visited great mansions when she was a little girl in Russia but she soon discovered that none of them could compare to the building that she now found herself in.

"You're new here…right," A young blonde woman asked with a nervous look on her face as she just a few feet from Katy, arms full of books, and her left leg leaning out at a slightly odd angle.

"Uh…yeah, and you are," Katy answered with a nervous look on her face before she turned the question around on the young blonde woman, who looked scared for a moment before she set the large amount of books that were in her arms down on a table nearby and did her best to make herself presentable.

"Michelle, Michelle Currington, pleased to me you," Michelle replied with a somewhat hesitant smile on her face as she held out her hand, which after thinking about it for a moment Katy extended her own hand and the two shook hands awkwardly.

"Are you a…you know," Katy asked under her breath with a nervous expression on her face as she slowly pulled her hand back and slipped it back into one of her pockets before she almost ashamedly slid her pants further up her hips until her thong didn't show any longer as she felt undressed next to Michelle, who looked ready for a day at private school.

"A slayer…yeah, except you wouldn't think it given my condition, the lower to bones of my leg were so twisted when I was born that I've walked with a limp my entire life, for a while I had the false hope that if I were to become the slayer then my leg would be fixed," Michelle replied with a sad look in her eyes even though she smiled sheepishly on the outside.

"Sorry it didn't work," Katy said with a sympathetic look on her face as she tried her best to not stare at the awkward way that Michelle stood.

"Thanks but I'm past all that now, I know that I'll never be one of the great slayers like Buffy Summers, but I can still be useful in other ways," Michelle replied with a cheerful smile on her face before she picked up one of the books that she had been carrying and handed it to Katy.

"Slayers Throughout The Ages…hmm, catchy title," Katy joked with a half-hearted smile on her face as she turned the book around and read the title.

"Very funny, that book is one of two that details the lives of the slayers from the founding of the new world to today, it's very old…so be very careful with it," Michelle said back with a rather stern look on her face before she picked up another book.

"What one is that, slayer etiquette," Katy wondered with a humorous smile on her face as she handed the first book back to Michelle before taking the next one that she handed her.

"No, that book is in this stack, quite a good read actually, but I think that since you're new that you'll want to read this book first, it explains all about what a slayer is, how she's chosen and what all of it means," Michelle corrected Katy with a slightly frustrated frown on her face as she shook her head and put the book that she had just taken from Katy back to its spot on the top of the pile of books that she had previously been carrying around.

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"Should we have followed them," Xander asked with a tired yawn as he stretched out in the chair in the lobby that Lorne had been sitting in earlier.

"No, we didn't know where they were going and we have responsibilities that they don't, like guiding the new slayers," Giles replied with a tired yawn as he shook his head and rubbed his tired and weary eyes.

"Besides what we should be focusing our attention on is finding Angel, now that we know for a face that he's here we can scour the hospitals until we find Faith, and she'll lead us to him," Buffy said with a very serious look on her face while Willow sat in the other chair opposite to Xander and clicked away on her computer, bringing up a list of all of the hospitals within the London city limits and trying to get information about everyone brought in that night. She had only begun her search when Lorne walked into the lobby and spoke up.

"Just leave them alone sugarplum, right now Angel doesn't want to be found…by anyone," Lorne interjected with a solemn frown on his face as he rubbed his hands together slowly and shook his head.

"I don't care Lorne, I have to find him and sort all of this out, he needs to know that we…I, did not turn my back on him, I made a mistake, I didn't know the whole story, and by the time that I did it was to late, and now that I know that I'm going to do everything in my power to remedy that," Buffy shot back with a very serious and guilty expression on her face as she began to angrily pace back and forth in the middle of the hotel lobby.

"You can't bring Cordelia, Fred, Gunn, or Wesley back from the dead…there's a pretty substantial probability that you won't be able to mend the fence with Angel and that he won't want anything to do with you," Lorne said with a very calm and confidant look on his face as he took a deep breath and turned to look over at Willow.

"But once we explain things to him, that we never knew that he called, that we're still on his side then we can take on this phantom adversary of his together," Willow said with a nervous and hopeful look on her face as she looked up from her computer screen and smiled as Kennedy walked down the last few steps and into the lobby.

"I'm afraid that it don't work that way cupcake, ya see Angel is fighting against the senior partners of Wolfram and Hart, a group that will stop at nothing…and I mean nothing, to wipe him out of existence, along with anyone that gets in their way…namely you," Lorne countered with a very grim and unhappy pout on his face as he half heartedly smiled down at Willow before he looked around the lobby and wished that there was a bar somewhere nearby.

"But how could Angel make an agreement with people like that, knowing how they operate," Kennedy asked with a confused and not very impressed look on her face as she walked over and sat down on the armrest of the chair that Willow was sitting in.

"There were…extenuating circumstances, circumstances that you could never understand," Lorne answered with a sad and grim frown on his face as he walked over to the nearest window and stared out.

"Really, like what," Kennedy demanded with an impatient and demanding grin on her face, as she marched right up to Lorne and stared him straight in the face.

"Being a parent, having to watch your only child being continuously led astray before finally…having to…before having to kill your own son to save others that you didn't even know," Lorne calmed shot back at the new slayer without the slightest amount of venom, anger, or untruthfulness in his voice as Kennedy stood completely still in front of him, totally entrapped by his words.

"Angel killed him, but how, Buffy and Xander and Giles said that," Willow began to ask with a very confused and somewhat concerned expression on her face as she closed her laptop computer and stared up at Lorne.

"What…you think that you're the only one that can bring people back, alter reality…well sorry honey, but you're not, Angel signed us all on to Wolfram and Hart so that his son could get a normal life, if only for a little while…and the only reason that I know any of this is because I overheard Angel and Wesley talking about it when they thought that everyone else had gone home for the night," Lorne calmly replied back, with a very solemn and somber look in his eyes, before he wiped away a tear and leaned up against the counter.

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Angel washed the blood from the Wolfram and Hart guards off of his hands and then walked back out of the bathroom. He had been discreet about disposing of the bodies, sliding them into any vacant drawer in the morgue that he could find. Before he had shut the door on them all he had searched through their pockets and unfortunately come up with nothing. He returned to the waiting room and leaned up against a corner right near the nurse's station, mostly because that was the only location free of the sunlight that streamed in through the bank of windows on the far side of the room.

"So how is she," Spike asked softly with a tired edge to his voice as he leaned up against the other corner, just out of the suns reach.

"Not sure yet, but she's a fighter, she'll make it," Angel replied with a nervous look on his face as he desperately hoped that his answer was correct.

"We…have a problem," Spike said slowly with a nervous expression on his face as he leaned away from the wall and stood fully up.

"Pray tell, what now," Angel wondered with a very frustrated scowl on his face as he angrily shook his head and looked over at Spike.

"It seems that when Buffy left Rome and came to London she didn't tell her new beau a good enough lie, because he's here, and up to his old tricks, we had a word while Morgan was getting her injuries looked at," Spike answered with a grim frown on his face as he walked across the small entryway and leaned his back up against the wall beside Angel, who looked surprised to say the least.

"You met him…in person," Angel asked with a stunned and unpleasantly surprised feeling in the pit of his stomach as he turned to face his grandchild.

"Yeah, gotta say that he wasn't what I expected, thought he'd be taller somehow, but he's wickedly powerful Angel, I could feel something nipping at the edges of my mind the whole time that we were talking, haven't felt anything like that since ole blue was around," Spike replied with a solemn and unhappy look on his face as he fished around in his pocket for a cigarette, even though there wasn't one there.

"Illyria…wait, where's Morgan," Angel mumbled back softly with a very confused furrowing of his brows before he looked up at Spike.

"Waiting in the car, her arms in a sling the size of Texas and they've got her on enough drugs that she won't feel anything till next Christmas, but other than that she'll be fine, slayer healing and all," Spike said back with an optimistic smirk on his face before he pulled his hands out of his duster.

"Are you sure she's safe," Angel asked softly with a cautious look on his face before an oddly familiar scent caught his attention and he started to spin around and away from Spike.

"I guarantee it Angel, have I ever let you down before," David announced proudly with an overenthusiastic grin plastered across his face as he hurried up to Angel, still wearing the cape that Katy had last seen him in.

"D…David, what are you doing here," Angel asked with a very surprised look on his face as inwardly he wondered how much crazier could his day get.

"Coming to the aid of a fellow demon fighter in his time of need," David said back with an eager smile on his face as he patted Angel on the shoulder.

"But how did you know where I was, I kept Faith's name off of the register and made sure that the nurse changed just enough so that anyone checking the hospitals wouldn't find us," Angel asked with a concerned look on his face as he turned and looked past Spike and down the hallway through the small rectangular window in the set of double doors just behind Spike.

"I tracked you down Peaches, not that hard, given the little bloodbath in the morgue," Spike replied with a slightly nervous shrug of his shoulders before the doctor that had taken Faith up to surgery walked into the waiting room and looked around.

"How is she," Angel demanded with a very serious look on his face as he quickly skirted through the open patch of sunlight and approached the doctor.

"Despite her injuries she should be fine, but whatever she was stabbed with went deep enough to knick her kidney, it was so damaged that we had to remove it, but what really surprised me is that near the end of the surgery it seemed that her body was already starting to heal itself…I've never seen anything like that before," The doctor replied with a serious but stunned look on his face as he quickly recovered from Angel's sudden charging towards him.

"Can we see her," Spike quickly asked with an impatient frown on his face as he warily eyed the line of the sunlight on the floor as it slowly began to creep towards his boot.

"I'm afraid that you can't just yet, she's still in intensive care," The doctor answered with a tired look in his eyes before David spoke up.

"Is she well enough to be transferred, we have excellent facilities at the mansion, I know that my sister would heal better and feel faster if she could recuperate at home," David interjected with a sympathetic pout on his face as he stepped up beside Angel and smiled.

"Not right now, but in a few hours if she keeps healing as fast as she did in the operating room then if we took it very slowly then…maybe," The doctor answered with a slightly confused and unsure look on his face as he looked Angel over first and then David.

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"Whoa…never seen them before," Michelle said with a look of awe on her face as her eyes glazed over while she looked over the railing of the second floor down into the entryway.

"What are you talking…whoa," Katy started to ask with a frustrated and anxious look on her face before she looked where Michelle was pointing. For a brief moment both young slayers gazed hungrily down at the two vampires with souls, both of whom were at least a hundred years older than both girls put together.

"Nice place ya got here," Spike said with an approvingly sarcastic smile on his face as he took in his surroundings, even the two young lady's drooling all over themselves up on the upper level.

"Thanks," David replied with a very nervous smile on his face as he shut the door behind them and relaxed.

"Friends of yours," Angel asked with an odd look on his face as he nodded his head in Katy and Michelle's general direction.

"Yes, they are fellow demon hunters, they," David started to answer with a very excited and proud grin on his face before Michelle cut in.

"Actually Katy and I here are both slayers, Mr. Nabbit here has graciously taken us in to keep us safe," Michelle interjected with a polite but very nervous smile on her face as she limped down the stairs, followed closely behind by Katy.

"Ya don't say," Spike said with a tired expression on his face before he turned back just in time to see Gwen, Groo, and Connor walk into the entryway from one of the side rooms.

"Dad," Connor said with a relieved look on his face as he walked up to Angel before he was enveloped in a quick hug, one that he awkwardly returned.

"Are you okay, where's Nina," Angel asked with a worried look on his face as he let go of Connor and turned to Gwen and Groo.

"You're girl's fine Angel, second floor third door on the right, she's sleeping right now," Gwen replied with a tired look on her face before she couldn't help but yawn widely and lean lightly up against Groo's shoulder, her head drooping forward slightly.

"Which is exactly what all of us should be doing, we should be safe here for awhile," Angel said with a tired look on his face as his shoulders drooped forward just a bit.

"Good idea Angel, but first there's someone that's been asking about you since she got here, she's in the study," David agreed at first with a yawn of his own before he began to walk out of the entryway and down a long hallway. Angel reluctantly followed him after glancing up the stairs at the door of the room that Nina was in. Spike and the others walked closely behind him before David quickly pushed open the study's doors.

"Angel…I am Illyria, reborn into a new body," Illyria announced with an eerily calm look on her face as she stood up and changed her clothing from the outfit that Angel and Spike had seen her wear while she resembled Fred to an outfit that she had seen in one of the magazines that she had found in the back of the closet of the room that she had awoken in. Luckily for her she had chosen to change her outfit into one from the historical magazine instead of from the other, more expressive one.

"Bloody hell," Spike mumbled, partially in shock and partially in surprise, as he did his best not to stare at just how much Illyria had changed since looking like Fred. Angel as well was having trouble adjusting to the vast difference between Illyria's two shell's before something that sat on top of a small stack of papers on a desk on the other side of the room caught his eye.

"It can't be…the Axis of Pythia," Angel stuttered with a very stunned and surprised look on his face as he hurried over to the table and cautiously picked the object up, pleased to find that his assessment had indeed been correct. He however barely heard Michelle's nervous admission of, "Oh that…I uh, was using it as a paperweight."

END OF CHAPTER 15