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Following her gut instinct, honed through the years, she walks up to the elevator, looking as if she belonged, and goes to the top floors. No one questions her, of course, that might have to do with the broadsword slung across her shoulder, pausing in the lobby, of where the real work is done, she walks up to the secretary in front of an office.
"Hey, the broody one in?" she asks curiously.
"Aliana! You're here already," Harmony jumps up and gives her a hug. "You smell good, new perfume?
"You say that every time," grins Aliana. "You know it's just slayer scent."
"Still, let me call him," Harmony nods. "Spike's still in there, do you want me to use your name?"
"Nah," Aliana shakes her head, her short curls bouncing. "Let's surprise them.
"Okay," Harmony nods. "Angel, your last client."
"Harmony, I don't have a last client," Angel comes out of his office.
"You don't? The why the hell did you call me?" Angel is met by Spike's brilliant blue eyes, in a female's body.
"Aliana?" Spike rockets out of Angel's office. He scoops the woman up and swings her around. She laughs like a child as Spike puts her down. "I thought it would take longer."
"Nope, I think I broke some speed limits though," she smiles sheepishly. "How are you?"
"I'm alright. What have I told you about breaking speed limits?" Spike replies. "Angel, this is my niece, Dr. Aliana, this is my poof of a sire, Angel."
"Your niece?" Angel repeats.
"Correct," Spike nods "Technically, great something niece, but we just shorten it to niece."
"Angelus, if you're planning on catching flies for dinner, keep your mouth open like that. However, if you want to impress me with your brilliance at conversation, please close it. I'm not a medical doctor; I don't need to see your tonsils."
"You're a slayer," Angel gasps.
"And what do we have for him today Wesley?" Aliana asks as Wesley steps out of the elevator.
"I don't know," Wesley replies. "A hug for my sister, certainly."
"I like that prize," Aliana grins. Wesley swings her around similar to Spike.
"Unc, Wes, I'm to old for you to do that to anymore," Aliana states
"You can talk to me when you're over a hundred," Spike states rolling his eyes. "Until then, you don't have a leg to stand on."
"No," Aliana shakes her head. "That doesn't sound right somehow."
"If you're a Slayer, why do you let him bully you?" Angel asks puzzled.
"He's bigger then me," Aliana mutters, glaring at Spike. Spike just leans back and grins at her.
"You're a slayer," Angel points out. "Size doesn't matter with you."
"Right," Aliana snorts. "He 'n' Wes are still bigger'n me, and push me around with that fact."
"But you don't have to let them," Angel states confused.
"Why not?" Aliana asks. Now she's the one who is confused.
"Might be the whole you can wallop on us pretty good now a days," Spike replies.
"Why would I wallop on you? You're family, okay, a vampiric part of the family, but still, it isn't polite to hit your relatives," Aliana frowns.
"Aliana doesn't often make sense," Wesley says. "She's flawed from caring too much; both for me and for her vampiric relatives. She and Spike were tighter than any family I've ever seen. She didn't care much for Father, but other than that, she cared for the few people she knew. She was one of the Slayer potentials taken from her family. Spike found this out and watched out for her. He was plotting to murder the council, again, but then her family was killed in a plane accident soon after, and Spike figured it was part of a higher plan to have her raised by a Watcher. Afterwards, he and Dru visited as often as possible. They had a truce when she was chosen. They didn't mess around in her town, and she wouldn't have to go after them. The hours of playing Rummy with Dru going on in the background." He closes his eyes, an almost smile on his face. "We passed many an hour in a flat they had rented out. They were present when she had the vision that caused us to do the almost but not really dead thing. I was a council spy for them. Actually, technically, I was the council's spy to make sure she wasn't associating with her Uncle. Of course she wasn't." He smirks. "They shouldn't have tried to make me rat on my sister."
"A bad idea?" asks Angel.
"Well, of course, you don't rat out your own family," Wesley rolls his eyes.
"You had better not," grins Aliana. "I missed you so much Wessers."
"Wessers?" asks Gunn.
"Ali's nickname for me when we were rather young," Wesley takes off his glasses and runs a silk handkerchief over them. "She liked it because it annoyed me."
"Well, how could I resist," asks Aliana innocently. "It was cute. And you liked it until you went through the whole puberty, bringing home girls to meet the family thing."
"Wes was a dater?" Gunn asks.
"The stories I could tell," Aliana's eyes light up. "My brother was the best catch at our school."
"Wesley?" Gunn asks. "Why didn't you tell us about this?"
"I forgot?" Wesley replies. "Really, it was mostly because of my intellectual powers that I got any dates. That and Aliana got me into the popular groups."
"So Cordelia wasn't the first girl to hang all over you?" Angel asks.
"Please, no more," Wesley begs. "You are so dead sister o' mine."
"Why?" Aliana replies innocently. "Because I revealed what a player you were? You should have told them your skills."
"Wes had skills?" Gunn asks.
"Well yeah, he once juggled three girls, a full schedule, slaying at night with me and chores at home," Aliana grins. "Skills don't even cover it. He was Mr. Player."
"Our Wes?" repeats Gunn.
"Yup," Aliana nods.
"It really wasn't anything," Wesley states. "It was merely some innocent fun, and Aliana was in the popular group, so I was by extension. It wasn't on my own merits. I would have merely been a geek without her help." He escapes into his office.