I promised myself that as soon as the story gets a review I would post the second chapter. It's another re-write of a particular scene dropping hints as to what the real plot is of the story but again not the entire picture. That will be laid out in more detail in the next few chapters. Again, just a few hints and an episode from Angel. The next chapter will be of an episode of Buffy...stay tuned.
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Episode Tag 2x9 "The Trial"
Cordelia was fixing things in the office as Wesley read his newspaper when she heard the doors to the Hyperion open and saw Angel come in.
"Angel's back," she whispered to Wesley who only looked up not moving from the chair. Cordelia then saw another person come in and to her shock realized who it was. "And he has Darla with him!"
That got Wesley up from his chair and he and Cordelia walked up to Angel and Darla.
"Hi." said Cordelia, she then eyed the bag that Darla had. "You're - planning on sleeping over?"
"I'm dying." said Darla as she dropped the bag to the floor.
"So just for the one night then." remarked Cordelia.
"Dying?" asked Wesley, looking closely at Darla.
"He doesn't believe it." said Darla.
"Angel, what's going on?" asked Wesley turning to Angel.
"Wolfram and Hart showed her some medical files supposedly proving that she's only got a few months left to live." explained Angel.
"So maybe more than the one night." said Cordelia.
Wesley glared at her then turned back to Angel. "And you believe it's some kind of trick."
"We're talking about Wolfram and Hart! Of course it's a trick." said Angel. "They're trying to play some kind of mind game."
"To what end?" asked Wesley.
"I don't know," began Angel. "But we're not gonna take the bait."
"No, you just don't wanna believe it, that's all." said Darla, rolling her eyes.
"I don't wanna believe anything from them." said Angel turning to her.
"It's true." began Wesley. "They can't really be trusted."
"I don't trust them," started Darla. "But I know a thing or two about mind games." She turns to Angel. "So do you. We played them together for over a century."
"Yes, but you were just soulless bloodsucking demons, they're lawyers." said Cordelia.
"She's right." said Angel, then he looked back at Darla. "We were amateurs."
"And if you're wrong?" asked Darla.
Angel paused and looked at her. "I'm not. And I'm gonna prove it to you."
Darla rolled her eyes then looked back at Wesley and Cordelia. Wesley looked familiar to her. "You're Dick Pryce's nephew aren't you?"
Angel and Cordelia both looked from Darla and Wesley. Wesley stiffened at the mention of his uncle's name and nodded.
"He was a good man," began Darla. "More than I can say for your father who I had a pleasure of pushing against a wall."
"Wish I had the same privilege," whispered Wesley and both Cordelia and Angel looked at him in shock. "How did you—?"
"You look a lot like him," answered Darla. "And Wolfram and Hart had a file on you."
Wesley's eyes widened and he turned to Angel, a slight trace of fear in his eyes. "What? Why?"
"They might have a file on all of us," answered Angel but the bit of information was unsettling for him as well. Those lawyers wouldn't give ordinary people the time of day so why did they have a file on Wesley. Was it because of the whole Faith thing or Watcher experience? "Seeing as we've messed up their plans quite a lot of times now."
"I would rather think it's because of him being a previous Watcher and now believing that evil empire has a file on me as well," said Cordelia, glaring at Angel that told the vampire he was not helping at all.
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about Wesley," began Angel as he walked closer to them. "Can you guys just watch over her for a while? I'll be back soon."
Wesley sighed and said, "Of course."
"Don't worry about a thing." added Cordelia.
"Thanks." He then turned to leave.
"You can't force me to stay here." said Darla, turning to face him.
"You're not a prisoner." said Angel, as he did a double take to look at her.
"I've been hearing that a lot lately." said Darla, not meeting his gaze.
"Just give me a chance. - Okay?" pleaded Angel. Darla remained silent but eventually she looked up at him and Angel left. Darla turned to look at Wesley and Cordelia.
"So, first up - you're a prisoner." said Cordelia, her usual tone of annoyance ever present.
"I'd have to concur with that, yes." added Wesley, his voice plain.
"See, you've got our friend - all - in knots." continued Cordelia, walking towards Darla.
"Can't say we like you much." said Wesley, following her lead.
"So, sorry about the dying, but if you try to escape - we will hit you." emphasized Cordelia.
"On the head." added Wesley.
"With very large and heavy objects. - Okay?" finished Cordelia with a smile and Darla just nodded. "Glad we understand each other." Cordelia then turned to head back to the other side of the counter as Darla looked at Wesley.
"I'm sorry about mentioning your uncle," began Darla.
"So the whole human thing making you act this civilized?" said Wesley. "Maybe you should just stop trying."
Darla glared at Wesley as the Watcher continued. "I guess there's a reason why you and Angel's paths crossed all those years ago because you are both faced with the same dilemma."
"Well I'd rather be a vampire than a human," said Darla.
"With a soul, I don't think you would offer that again," said Wesley. The drifted into silence. "Why are you sorry about my uncle?"
Darla looked at him and sighed. "Maybe because I am human now and I sort of see the reasons for his actions." She looked up at Wesley and back down to the floor. "He died protecting your father and as your father called him an idiot for trying to save him, your uncle only said that he didn't want you to live without a father."
Wesley ducked down his head and swallowed a lump forming in his throat. "You're free to roam around. It's a big hotel, if you'd rather be alone."
Wesley walked back to the office and Cordelia made to go after him but stayed behind the counter to glare at Darla. But she knew that Wesley needed her, so she walked up to where he sat, arms resting on his knees, head bowed down.
"Wes?" asked Cordelia and she heard him sigh before lifting his head and offering her a smile.
"I'm fine, Cordelia," began Wesley. "Just a few memories. But honestly, I'm ok."
Cordelia didn't believe him but she nodded. "Just...don't take everything she says into account. And that whole Wolfram and Hart having a file on you...Angels' right. They might have a file on every one who ruins their plans, so don't worry."
Wesley nodded. "I'd best keep an eye on our guest," said Cordelia and she left Wesley to his thoughts.
