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Cordelia entered the pent house a little after eight to find a Sarai dressed slutty, a child Sarai sitting uncomfortably on the couch. And a group of adults talking at a table away from the two.
"What'd I miss?" She asked confused.
"Me being violated," Sarai answered, coming out of her bedroom. Darla was behind her holding the thermometer. "You will pay for what just happened to me," Sarai told Harmony, shooting a threatening glare at her.
"What happened?" Cordelia questioned.
"I was violated!" Sarai repeated before she sat in a chair and pouted. Skittles went and put her head on her owners lap in an attempt to make her feel better.
"Sure, you're nice too her," Angel muttered. "Darla, what's the results."
"One-o-one-point-eight," Darla replied, before washing her hands in the near-by sink.
"I should call the doctor."
"You should also explain to me what's going on!" Cordy demanded.
"I have a fever," Sarai told her.
"And the third slutty you, and Lindsey? How do they have anything to do with this?"
"They didn't cause my fever, it's the shotty job done by those damn doctors I was forced to see."
Cordelia turned to Willow in hopes that she could clear things up, since Sarai was too busy cursing the medical profession and Angel was on the phone. "What's going on with the new arrivals?"
"No idea about the vampire, she just showed up," Willow answered.
"And Sarai and I flew to Europe to bring Lindsey here, cause Sarai decided she wants him and her mother together," Dawn finished.
"Why?"
"Because she deserves to have a guy that loves her," Sarai answered. "And I deserve a bubble bath and a in-my-bedroom massage. I wonder if that's possible?" she questioned out loud. "I mean like a place where you could place an appointment with a masseuse, and they'll come to your home and do it. Like pizza delivery, but with massage."
Angel hung up the phone. "You need Tylenol, not a massage," he corrected.
"Says who?"
"The doctor."
She scoffed, "that's his great medical advise? Over the counter drugs? I could've guessed that! Apparently anyone can be a doctor."
"Yeah, Sarai," Angel said, "treating a fever is all it takes to be a doctor," he finished sarcastically.
"He doesn't want to see her?" Darla asked.
"If the fever doesn't break by tomorrow, I'll bring her in."
Sarai nodded. "Sounds about right. Because seeing a patient on the weekends is taboo. You can't get sick on the weekends. Whatever you have better be able to be cured over a call on the emergency line, otherwise you're screwed til' Monday, unless you go and wait eight hours in the ER. Where no doctor looks like John Carter, I might add," she complained.
"You really have a complaint for everything, don't you?" Ryan questioned.
"Yup. I'm an equal opportunity complainer."
"That's considerate, in a twisted way," Lindsey said.
Sarai smiled. "Thanks!"
Darla looked over at Angel, "why did you say that?" she asked.
Having been distracted by Sarai's latest rant, he had forgotten what he could've said that bothered her. "I don't know, what did I say?"
"That you'll take her to the doctor tomorrow if she doesn't feel better. What makes you think I won't want to take her? I could. You don't just get to decide everything and do it yourself," she told him.
"Well, I didn't think you..."
"That I'd what? Care about her well being? Who are you to just make these assumptions?"
"What? I... I didn't... there was no assuming. I mean I guess there was, but not in a bad way," he defended, nervously.
"So that's where she get's it from," Ryan whispered to Dawn, as he watched Darla put Angel in a position he'd been in with Sarai many times.
"Excuse me Ryan?" Sarai said, over hearing, "what did you say?"
"I love you?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
Cordelia cleared her voice a bit. "Angel, can I talk to you, alone?"
"Sure," he replied. They went into his bedroom.
"How is it all this stuff has gone on, and you haven't let me know any of it?"
"I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional, I just haven't had the time."
"Well, maybe you should've tried to make time, even one minute, to think of me and let me know what's going on."
"I'm sorry," he repeated.
"You should be. It won't kill you to keep me informed on what's going on in your life, you kn-"
"DADDY," Sarai screamed as if someone was murdering her, cutting off Cordelia's sentence. Angel and Cordelia ran to see what was going on. Sarai was in her room, back in her bed.
"Where are my piggies?" she asked her father, in a very child-like way. "I can't find them!"
"Your what?" Lindsey, Willow, Cordelia and Darla questioned.
"I washed them," Angel told her, knowing exactly what she meant. He left the room and came back a few seconds later holding a pair of slippers; pig slippers. A pig face in the front, and a little tail in the back.
"Those are adorable!" Willow exclaimed.
"I know," Sarai agreed, "and comfortable, and my favorite things to wear when I don't feel well. Thanks for making them clean and smelling like fabric softener...it's a good smell."
"It's what I'm hear for," Angel replied as he put them on her feat for her. "Would you like soup?" he offered.
"No thanks, I got a pizza on it's way."
"Pizza? Is that really a good choice when you're sick?" Angel rhetorically questioned.
"But hot soup when I have a fever is a great idea?" she replied. There was a knock at the door before Angel could answer. Willow went to get the door and returned with Wesley. "You're not pizza."
"That's certainly the strangest greeting I've ever received," Wesley stated, "and also the nicest from you."
"It's the fever talking, in that case. And where's Sophia?"
"Fred came home," Wesley replied. "Why is there yet another you in the living room?" Sarai explained the story. "Oh," he said when she was done.
"Pretty much," Dawn agreed.
"Why are you here?" Sarai asked.
"I think I might know why the...other you...you's, are here," he said. "The magic's used to send Darla back here are very powerful, so powerful that some realities and times were probably torn into..."
"Yeah, of course," Sarai cut off. Everyone stared at her. "What? What's the point of me letting him explain something we already know."
"We didn't know that," Angel pointed out.
"Well, I did," she replied, "come on people, it's extremely obvious."
"If you knew, why didn't you say anything?" Wesley questioned.
"Nobody asked me," she replied casually. "And it serves you all right for putting me through surgery hell!" she added, "Especially you, the leader of the hell," she told her father. "So, how do we get rid of them?"
"I don't know that part yet," Wesley told her.
Sarai took a deep breath. "Well, that's just peachy."
"I'm still working on it."
"No, you're here telling me shit I already know," she corrected.
"I didn't know you knew!"
"That's cause you didn't ask! If you would've asked, I would've told you," she said. "And like I said before too, I thought it was all assumed by everyone considering how freakin' obvious it is. Last time I give you peoples the benefit of the doubt."
"Are you done insulting us?" Angel asked.
She thought for a moment. "Sureness. For now. Cause I'ma nap. So get out, all of you. And if you wake me up, I'll be unpleasant!" she threatened.
"As opposed to when?" Angel teased. Sarai kicked his shoulder lightly, but hard enough for an 'oink' sound to be heard.
Willow was fascinated. "They oink on contact too?" she questioned, regarding the slippers.
"That's the best part!" Sarai exclaimed before once again telling everyone to leave her room.
As they left the room they heard a door slam. And then they saw only one Sarai in the living room. "What just happened?" Angel questioned as he heard Sarai yell something from her room about how that was not a good sound to be made when she's trying to nap.
"Big me, the other big me, left," Little Sarai explained.
"Left? Left?" Angel repeated.
She nodded. "Yes. She said um... this... sucked, and she was outtie. And then left. I don't really know what that means though. She also said she was hungry and horny, but never got anything from the refrigerator for her hunger. I guess she forgot," she explained further. "And what's horny?" she questioned. Angel ran out in the hall in hopes of catching her; but she was long gone. Wesley put an alert out throughout the building and everyone began planning out to find her. "Nobody ever answers my questions," the child sighed as she watched all the older people go about their business.
TBC
A/N: Well, that's all for now. Up next: Everyone looks for VampireSarai, which causes a weird chain of eventsfor Saraithat makes her declare her hatred for... the entire universe.
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