Chapter Four

Angel stared blankly into space as Wesley entered his office. The watcher looked at him through narrowed eyes and began to speak calmly.

'You tried to stop them reuniting and I know why Angel.'

'The vampire didn't reply. He seemed to be ignoring Wesley completely. 'That prophecy I discovered the other day is the reason isn't it?'

Angel still didn't reply. Wesley moved into his direct line of vision and Angel looked up at him. 'You knew all along didn't you? About that prophecy I found the other day. You knew what it entailed. That Buffy and Spike were destined to get back together. And about the power being drawn back to the two Slayers. And the three warriors. Buffy. Spike. And Faith. And you couldn't handle it could you?' He stated. 'Jealousy is not attractive Angel. Neither is it profitable for any involved.'

'I did it because Spike isn't worthy of such a destiny. It should be me.' Angel spat.

'I studied the package that contained the magic's used to recorporealise Spike. It was from the Powers That Be wasn't it?' Wesley asked and Angel nodded. 'You are no longer their champion.' He stated and Angel winced at the remark.

'I took over here. I lost my way. Now Spike is their favoured boy.' Angel slammed his fist into the desk as Wesley sat opposite him. 'He'll get everything I worked for. I lost.'

'Look at the facts. Everything you did was to get the shanshu. The reward. But it was forced upon you. Spike searched for all he had. But not for himself. Because he wanted to better himself for love. It's slightly more noble don't you think? And your recent actions…'

'Get out.' Angel said through clenched teeth. Wesley stood up and frowned at him. He walked out of the door without a word, leaving the vampire to stew in his own mood.

Once in his own office, he shut the door and rang Spike on his cellular. He asked the vampire to get his office as quickly as possible and to bring Buffy with him.

'I'll be there in a jiffy, Wes.' The vampire hung up on him and Wesley sat at his desk, laying the scroll out before him. He stared at the manuscript and sighed, frowning when he thought of Angel's behaviour towards the situation.

A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. He looked up.

'Enter.' Spike's head popped round the door and he opened it, striding in with Buffy at his side. The atmosphere between the two seemed strained and Wesley hoped all was going well. He didn't voice his views but asked them to take a seat.

'What's this all about?' Spike asked and Wesley cleared his throat. Buffy remained silent, staring at the scroll on the desk.

'The prophecy I mentioned yesterday. When you were about to rip Angel a new one?' Wesley said and Spike nodded. The watcher noticed a small grin appear on Buffy's face but it quickly faded as he got down to business.

'The prophecy is about two souls, reuniting in the war against the weapon of the roses. The end of the world. It details that the scythe will draw the power back to the two originals.' He said, looking to Buffy. She nodded.

'So it will just be me and Faith again?' She asked. Wesley nodded.

'The two souls reuniting, that was obviously you two.' He said, looking for a reaction. There was none from Spike but Buffy raised an eyebrow.

'That explains the dreams I have been having.' She said, looking to Spike. He grinned at her.

'You can tell me about those later.' He whispered. Wesley pulled a face as Buffy hit the blonde vampire.

'Pig.' He stuck his tongue out at her and Wesley coughed to interrupt them.

'Anyway…we haven't figured out what the weapon of the roses is yet. All we can tell is that you two were meant to find each other again, that the power will be drawn back to the source and that THE apocalypse is coming.' He sighed. 'It seems that this isn't any old fight. This is the fight we have all been waiting for. The one that is inevitable.' He stood up. 'Preparations have to be made.'

He waited for protests from the two warriors and was surprised when Buffy shrugged and Spike nodded, standing up.

'Figures.' The vampire muttered. Buffy agreed.

'Always something going on.' The Slayer kicked her chair away and joined the two males in standing. She headed for the door. 'Get to work then Wesley, research and all. I'm going to get a couple of hours sleep and then I'll be back.'

Spike grinned at the watcher and followed her. 'Sleep sounds good pet.'

'Maybe we should talk as well.' She said. Wesley was left standing in his office, a bewildered look on his face as the two blondes walked away.