There's No Light Without Darkness Chapter 4, an angel fanfic

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Higher Plane

"Go fish." Doyle shrugged his shoulders at Cordelia as she rolled her eyes. "What! You asked what we could do. I mean I have a deck of cards."

"I meant about them, they're so not ready for this. They're not even healed up." Cordelia's hand gesticulating towards the image of the various occupants of the Hyperion, "I know, I know. It's against the rules. No meddling is meant to be allowed. It's not fair though Doyle, they're going to be blind sided."

Doyle raised his eyes upwards, thinking for a moment. "Dammit Cordy, you always do this. It's not fair I tell you." A faint whine in his tone as he glanced around for a moment in the whiteness of the area they were in. "Maybe… Maybe we can do something, but I don't know what."

"We have to figure something out."

"I know we do, otherwise you'll never let me hear the end of it."

Room 276 of the Hyperion

Kaya was in the middle of getting ready to take her shower. She had been able to find a pair of pants and a shirt that she presumed to be Angel's. They were all black, and fit the dour vampire to a tee. As she took off her clothes, she sighed softly, feeling at a great loss, more so than usual.

She had lost contact with Eric two nights prior, when she had gone to his bookstore, it was closed, and no signs of him. She had tried contacting him last night, but to still no avail. He had always told her that the Watcher's key goal was to always look over his Slayer, and it was a charge that he had taken sometimes with absolute zeal.

Stripping off her shirt, she felt the weight of the world as if it were bearing down on her shoulders, letting the shirt fall to the floor in the bathroom; she leaned against the sink, staring at the white tile on the floor.

Gunn was injured, more than likely would be out of commission for a while, and it seemed as if there was a whole soap opera brewing downstairs that she didn't want to have any part of. If anyone didn't fit in, it would be her.

All these people had so much history together, most of it intense. It had to be with someone like Angel and Spike around. She had heard of Wesley Wyndam Price as well, a watcher who then went and became a rogue demon slayer after being kicked out of the Watcher's council, along with Rupert Giles. To spice it up, there was Lorne, he seemed like the kind soul of the entire crew, and however she had also heard stories of Cordelia Chase, the seer that had been the link to the Powers that Be. But she had passed away not too long ago; it seemed that this group was mired in loss in one way or another. Fred, she had heard that name a few times when there was talk about Wolfram and Hart. Fred was still technically around, at least in the bodily sense, Illyria had taken over her body somehow, she wasn't exactly too sure.

Kaya didn't have the entire story, and in turn she felt lost. Where did this Lindsey guy truly fit in? She had no clue on that one. Hadn't really heard anything about him until he mysteriously showed up today, stating he came back for redemption. What a way to have to earn a ride to heaven.

After Kaya slowly stripped out of her clothes, she stepped into the shower and, turned on the water. Hoping perhaps that the water will ease her tension, her worry, and clean away all the self doubts that she had floating through her mind; hoping to ease the pain that was coursing through her body.

As the steam built up in the bathroom, Kaya's eyes closed, and she slowly tried to make her body relax.

Foyer

Spike was on his sixth cigarette in less than half an hour, as the silence had become once more evident without the Slayer's bubbly personality to instigate conversation. He hadn't expected to survive the final battle last night, and if he did… Well Spike expected to be a real living boy at that moment, but it seemed that wasn't in the cards for him, or Angel (though that'd piss him right off). It seemed that they would never have their chance at a normal life.

"Bloody 'ell." He muttered under his breath, as the grey blue plume of smoke seemed to billow around him.

"What's the matter blondie?" Lorne asked, being stirred once more from his own thoughts, however he had been taking Kaya's advice and trying not to allow himself to feel too guilty about killing Lindsey anymore, though unfortunately it wasn't working.

"It seems like all o'this.. All o'it was f'nothin'!" He exclaimed, standing up and began to pace. "We won th' night didn't we?" Glancing over towards Lorne, pleadingly. "Didn't we?"

Lorne was at a loss for words, he had no sage advice to give, no beautiful musical anecdote.

"No, Spike, you didn't." Lindsey replied, something finally dawning on him. "If you had, we wouldn't need to be here. Maybe this wasn't the prophecy for the Shanshu, it's not like sage scholars haven't been wrong in the past. If I was some evil force, I'd use this as a way to dishearten you guys and make it to where you would be weak for the true fight."

"You were an evil force though." Spike spun around, looking at Lindsey, then shrugging. "Then again so was I."

"So if this was the warm up act for the main attraction, what do we do?" Lorne asked, more to himself than anyone else.

"Get ready for the big hoorarah." Spike said with a shrug. He had never been a leader before, always a follower. It just seemed that this time, the fearless leader was having yet another debilitating angst fit, and wasn't gonna come out of it anytime soon.

"You never asked about Eve." Lorne spoke quietly, glancing towards Lindsey a moment.

Lindsey arched an eyebrow, looking back towards Lorne. "…Eve? She she should be some place safe." For a moment, he felt his heart clench.

"Sorry t'break it to you mate, but your squeeze actually got nabbed by the Senior Partners, and became a li'l fireball. She's camped out on Angel's couch, like Snow White waiting for her prince to come and plant th' big kiss 'er and wake 'er up." Spike glanced over towards Lindsey. Leave it to Spike to be absolutely blunt.

The news seemed to make Lindsey crumble just faintly, as he licked his lips and swallowed. "I… I told her to go some place safe, dammit!" He sighed, getting onto his own feet, looking as if the world was crumbling around him once more.

"She'll … I don't know, I wish I could say she'll be fine." Lorne tried to re-assure the man that he had just killed the night previous. "But… I can't."

Lindsey's eyes had fallen upon the office door; he began to walk over there. No words, no motions could get him to stop, though both other men had tried to do just that. He had to see her.

His hand turned the knob, flinging the door open.

Spike and Lorne shared a look before both stood up, and meandered slowly towards the door as if to not appear to be eaves dropping, which they were.

Angel stood up quickly, moving from behind the desk to face off with Lindsey. "What do you want? Come to gloat?" Angel sounded apathetic, tired, without his normal rancor or fire.

Lindsey said nothing as his eyes fell upon the too quiet Eve. He began to move towards her, Angel took a step towards him, though stopped as he heard the words, "Take one step towards me and I'll gladly go to hell after sending you there." The words were flat, calm, and he knew the lawyer boy meant them.

He crouched down beside Eve, he held his composure for a moment, before it crumbled down, his bottom lip and chin trembling as his hand reached out, taking hold of hers and just held onto it. His head bowing as tears began to roll down his cheeks. He had said nothing, absolutely nothing. Her skin felt so warm under his touch, though she didn't stir as a tear drop fell onto her flesh…

"Wake up." He whispered to her, pleadingly. "Please wake up."

His free hand coming out and stroking her hair gently, as if trying to soothe her back into wakefulness, reminded horribly of the past… His past, where he found his mother dead in her bed on a cold winter's morning… It was almost like deja vu for him, it left him with a cold feeling slowly growing into his stomach.

"Eve, wake up." The voice getting louder, as if this would stir her back to him. "God dammit wake up!"

Angel watched on, perhaps shocked at this so human of a display of affection. He had never known Lindsey to care about much, sure there was a few times he seemed to have gotten on the right track… But he always seemed to fall back into the clutches of Wolfram and Hart. As Lindsey began to shake her, Angel realized he had to do something, before there was irreparable damage done to the girl. He walked up behind Lindsey, and after a long moment of his hand just suspended in air; he set it down on his shoulder… It felt so odd, comforting him.

"Lindsey, what she needs right now is to rest, it's the only thing that can bring her through." And quietly adding to himself, if anything can.

Lindsey fought the urge to shrug off the hand on his shoulder, fought the urge to spin around and yell at the vampire's face. His eyes lowered, closing them as he took in a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. Eve didn't deserve this, it was his fault, it was his entire fault. She'd be alive today if she had never met him, she would be able to walk freely if he had never gotten her into his nefarious schemes, but now, there she was laid as silent as death on Angel's couch.

Whispering ever so quietly, "Do you think she'll make it Angel?" As if he had to try and find validation anywhere, and that included one of his most bitter of enemies.

"If she's meant to she will." That was the only answer Angel could honestly give. He had lived in belief of prophecies and fates before, what would change this now? He still had to validate his good and righteous heroic ways somehow.

A snort, the only reply he got as Lindsey stood up, and began to walk out of the door. "I need some air." And with that Lindsey McDonald walked out of the Hyperion Hotel, silently with tears burning in his eyes.

"That… could have gone better." Spike sighed out before moving to sit back down in his chair as he lit up a seventh cigarette.

The brooding vampire known as Angel shook his head a little bit, glancing towards Lorne for a moment. Lorne just have a faint wince of a look, before his eyes fell upon Eve, feeling Angel brush up against him as the en-souled vampire left.

Room 243

The room was still dark and cool, and the labored breaths of the sleeping Gunn echoed against the walls as Kaya opened up the door, slowly stepping in and shutting the door behind her. Her eyes landing upon Gunn's prone form laying there in restful sleep, something the body needed to heal up. A faint smile coming to her lips as she watched him for a moment; however she knew that she had to do this, she had come here for a purpose, there wasn't much time.

Her steps slowly took her to the bed, and she moved to sit on the edge of it, not to disturb him. As he moved just faintly, she covered him up, and sighed softly. Her hand coming out gently, and stroked his head as her eyes closed, head bowing faintly.

"Ka… Kaya?" Gunn's hoarse voice whispered out.

"Didn't mean to wake you yet." Whispering softly in return, as her head turned to look at him.

His eyes closed though a smile was on his lips. "You should know you can't sneak up on a black man, we don't wanna loose our sneaks."

Smirking faintly, she sighed, though didn't say anything.

"Hey… what is it?" Gunn slowly sat up a little bit with a groan. "Kaya, are you okay?"

She shook her head a little bit. "I… I should go Gunn, seriously. Everything is all right, and you guys have a lot of well… issues to deal with."

"Don't I know it. But Kaya, you can't go girl. I thought we were going to stick through this and all."

"I can't, Gunn I should go. Really, there's a lot I need to do. Find Eric and - - "

Getting cutoff by Gunn, "Eric, who's Eric?" The sound of perhaps jealousy or protection in his voice.

"Eric's my Watcher; I can't get in touch with him."

"Oh.. Riiight, Watcher, I got you, but it's not safe out there for you."

The look on Kaya's face just screamed how much of a 'du'h' statement that was for him to make, as she then shook her head. "Gunn… I should go. It's not like I'm going to another country, I just have some things I have to do… I… I just wanted to say goodbye."

Gunn was quiet for a moment, and then a confused look comes over him. "What in the world are you wearing! It's like you raided Angel's personal closet."

Rolling her eyes, "I did."

"Oh… Right… You'll… Come back, right?"

"Yea, I'll be back. I didn't save your ass for no reason."

"Hey! My ass didn't need to be saved, he was falling right into my trap."

"Mmmhmmm, sure." Leaning over she kissed his forehead. "Get healed up, I owe you a game of basketball still." Standing up, she slowly made her way towards the door.

"Take care girl."

"You too."

Foyer

With subtle footwork down the stairs of the Hyperion, Kaya made her way, running a hand through her wet hair as she moved, a sigh escaping lips, lost in her own thoughts. She would have to try where Eric lived, and the bookstore other than for that she had no idea where she could possibly look for an errant Watcher.

"Hey li'l one you seem to be looking a lot better." Spike's voice slowly brought her out of her thoughts as she hit the landing.

"Yea, feel a lot better too. I'll see you later Spike." Her head turning to look at him, also noticing Angel leaning against the lobby desk; who seemed to give a surprised look by her statement of departure as he looked on to the Slayer.

"Later? Are you going somewhere?" Spike asked, standing up; looking almost as if someone had told him Bowie's hair wasn't actually blonde.

Giving a small nod of her head, Kaya reluctantly answered. "Yea, I need to go. There's some things I have to take care of now."

"Sweetums have you even slept yet?" Lorne asked, coming out from Angel's office. "You should rest before you go and try and save the world some more."

"He's right, plus it'd just be good for you to stick around. Who knows what's left after that portal last night." A meager attempt at leadership delivered by the brooding vampire himself, he sighed softly. "Besides, it'd be a good idea to rest before you left."

The three men somehow almost forming a perfect line of worriers over the Slayer's safety, each of their faces etched in concern and stress, tiredness. Looking on her as if she had all the answers, or perhaps giving themselves false hope that she would save them all somehow, perhaps with a snap of her fingers.

"I have some people to find, you have your own things you need to work out. Honestly, I came here to help, and I did. So now I say asta luego and that I'll come to check on Gunn later." Beginning to head towards the door, she glanced over her shoulder. "And I have to find clothes that actually fit me." And then she was gone.

Angel gave a faint if not sheepish smile for a moment. "She does look good in my clothes."

Spike's hand connected with Angel's side. "She just can't go like that, can she?"

"I think she just did." Lorne replied with a faint frown. "She's a good kid, but she's right. We have a lot of questions that need answers, and a lawyer who needs to be found."

"Spike, Lorne's right. Besides she'll be back later, that's my favorite black shirt she has on."

Neighborhood Outside of the Hyperion

The street traffic for LA was never a beautiful thing, gridlock, smog, road rage, however the street traffic this day did not seem to be as lively as it usually was. A few buses were seen, and the cars that would take their passengers to work, exercise classes, spa appointments, however it did not seem to hold the same hustle and bustle as it usually did.

Kaya Jordan slowly walked down the sidewalk; lighting up a cigarette without little trouble, there was hardly a breeze around, nothing to push the clinging humidity that she could already feel building around her. As her footsteps paused, she looked around for a moment as if gauging where to start. She had no car of her own at that moment, she'd have to hoof it to a bus stop or flag a cab, as her hands reached into the pockets of the pants she was wearing, she found them empty.

"Great, just fucking great." Slapping her pocket as she rolled her eyes, it seemed she would have to beat feet to get her car, and then start looking for Eric.

"Having problems?" The sweet Oklahoma accent of Lindsey McDonald came fluttering over her shoulder and to her ear.

Turning around a smart mouthed remark on the ready, dying on lips as she saw the torment in the guys face, she had seen torment but this was something on a whole new level for her. "Something like that."

"Yea, we all do kid." The bitter tone in his voice wasn't hard to identify, even if he had tried to conceal it, it was far too much.

The want for feeling incensed flared up within the slayer, though it also warred with the want to ask him what was wrong. Instead, the girl just furrowed her eyebrows, looking straight at the man who had just been raised from the dead, for a purpose he may or may not be able to fulfill.

After a few seconds of Lindsey glancing to the passing vehicles slowly making their way down the street, his eyes slowly returned to Kaya. "So where are you going?" His stubborn chin slowly jutting out as he spoke to her.

"I have some things I need to take care of." She watched as the tendon near his mouth tensed faintly, and then slowly released. "I need to find a friend of mine to make sure he's all right."

Lindsey watched the girl in front of him for a moment, before he shrugged his shoulders. "Could you possibly use some help?"

"I could use a ride if you can offer it."

"Come on then." He offered no smile, he offered no sort of look besides the steely glare he seemed to have adopted in the short time while she was taking a shower. He began to walk past her then without looking back, expecting her to follow.

Foyer

"So…" Spike glanced to Lorne and Angel a moment, raising his eyebrows up as he settled back in his chair.

"So…" Angel repeated as he folded his hands in front of him.

"Right… We seriously need to figure out exactly what we're going to be doing in La La land now, stick around see if a fight breaks out, or maybe go to Vegas and see the Siegfried and Roy show." Lorne looked up from his seabreeze as he settled back with an air of absolute diva-ness.

"Or we could perhaps find the reason as to why neither Angel nor Spike reached their Shanshu." The soft Oxford accent of Wesley heard coming from the back of the room, where he was standing beside Illyria.

"Ah, and if it's not our lady Blue and our resurrected rogue demon hunter in the house, was wondering where you two kiddos got off to." Lorne glanced to the two who seemed to be faintly worse for emotional wear.

"We were having a discussion." Illyria's typical cold emotionless tone replying.

"Discussions are… Good." Angel blinked, turning to look at Wesley a moment, a look of confusion on his face.

"Yes, Angel?" Wesley's eyes connected with his for a long moment.

"Explain to me how you got back here."

Twenty Minutes Pass

"And here I thought you two got the short end of the stick, but you got caught up in a clause because Faith killed innocents before, and now you have to somehow earn a one way ticket on a midnight train to Georgia… Damn." Lorne watched Wesley for a moment with a faint frown. "I'm sorry Wesley."

"Why would you apologize, you have not caused this to happen." Illyria spoke softly as she had remained standing beside Wes.

"Because blue bonnet, I can associate and sympathize with Wes. I think we all lost something last night." His eyes lowering faintly as he said those words. Replaying the last few moments before he had taken a mans life.

"Bullocks! All of it, absolutely all of it is shite!" Spike stood up with a vehemence and anger that echoed through the somewhat empty foyer. "They lied to us, they pulled the wool over our eyes again! There was no Shanshu, there is no heaven for the good guys, bloody Christ there isn't even peace for Blue here!" His hands moving with every single word as he began to pace. "And the sweet little bint who helped us out? Left, and why? Because we're all screwed! That's right, I said it, we're all bloody screwed. We sold our souls to the devil LONG before last night, and now we are paying for it! I not only had to pay without my Shanshu, my one single solitary glowing hope of mortality but also my coat! Angel not only lost the bloody love of his life, had to give up his son, he had to work for the bastards he hates! Lorne here killed a man, he lost his club, and he lost that little gleam in his eye. We lost Fred, sorry Blue but it's the truth, we lost her. Granted it's kind of cool to have an old god around but we still lost her. Wesley lost the woman he loved, he lost his life, and to be thrown back in after being told 'Sorry mate we can't help you because of the psycho slayer killing innocents.' Gunn not only gave up his principles and his street smarts for what? A suit and a tie and became as slimey as Lindsey and even then HE got screwed out of the hell he should have been in. We all got our balls chopped off and for what! NOTHING! I say rot in bloody hell for all I care, the Powers that Be can count me out." With that he began to head towards the door.

Angel's hand raising up, his mouth opening to say something, but he was unable to find the words.

"Spike, I would like to point out it is still daylight." Wesley looked towards the blonde with a faint shake of his head. Surprised by the outburst perhaps, but he knew that it would be coming.

Lorne and Illyria watching on in quiet stillness.

"BLOODY CHRIST!" Spike yelled, grabbing hold of an old pot for a palm tree they had for a while and threw it across the room. "They even took away my ability to have a good snit!" With that Spike just stomped up the steps.

"He'll be okay, he does this every now and then." Angel replied quietly, thinking over Spikes words.

"He is angered." Illyria watched as the man who had at one time been her guide stalked away, up to the second floor where the door is heard slammed.

"That's not even the tip of the iceberg cookie." Lorne sighed softly.

Higher Plane

"Wow, now you know if this was television, I think he would get an award for that diatribe."

"Cordy… This is just torturing you, not being able to be down there and to say those things to them isn't it?"

"Oh blow it out your backside."

"Testy, however I think I have something that will make you happy. I have figured out in all my infinite wisdom, how we can get them some help."

"Oh Doyle!" Cordy leaped into his arms. "See I knew you could do it!"

"Yea, but I have to figure out where to get some chains." He gave a faint wincing look.

"Chains? … Doyle you're not going kinky on me?" Cordelia looking towards Doyle with a curious glance.

"No! Sure okay maybe it sounds like fu.. NO! I just need to play an old Ghost of Christmas past that's all."

Cordy just eyed him for a moment.

Downtown LA

The car drove slowly through the traffic while Kaya picked up the cellphone and tried once more, only receiving Eric Carrington's voice mail again. Slamming the phone shut she tossed it onto the dashboard.

"Something the matter?" Lindsey's eyes remaining on the road, as his cold demeanor shined through.

"You just love asking that question don't you?" Kaya's own mood turning dour due to the fact that she was tired, worn out and worried.

"Aww and she has fits too, I heard that's typical for slayers."

Rolling her eyes. "If you must know, my watcher's missing. I can't find him." The sound of loss heard in her voice, as she looked out the passenger window. "Not that you would care."

Lindsey glanced over towards the faintly sulking Slayer, before he looked back to the road. "Why not be worried over your family, you have family don't you?"

"Sure, if you can call them that. They don't need me, and I sure as hell don't need them." Pushing the stray strands of hair out of her face.

"You so sure about that?"

"What do you care? Honestly, from what I heard you haven't cared about anything in a long time."

"Fine, I'll just turn on the radio."

His hand reaching over, he turned on a country station, much to Kaya's surprise. He hummed along to the song that was playing, and fell back into a silence he seemingly enjoyed, even if the country music was like nails on chalkboard to her.

Finally after three minutes, she couldn't handle it anymore. "If I tell you will you turn off that garbage they call music?" Her eyes snapping towards him, noticing the faint cocky and arrogant smirk that Lindsey McDonald had always been famous for.

"Sure, but only after you tell me."

Rolling her eyes she let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, they disowned me after I got attacked by vampires. I didn't want to go back to school, they didn't want to have a loser for a daughter who was on drugs… I made the mistake of telling them what I saw."

Lindsey frowned, his hand moving over and turning off the radio, he said nothing after that.

"What no retorts? Nothing sarcastic to say? Wow and here I thought you had an acid tongue."

"Nah, figured I'd let you off easy once." Forced sarcasm that came off as tiredness and belligerence, which in turn showed off Lindsey's bad attitude.

Arching an eyebrow, Kaya was quiet. She could understand exactly why no one liked this guy, he seemed like a dick to the highest power. A soft snort coming from her as her eyes glanced out the window, hand moving slowly, rhythmically against her old wound.

"What, got something to say goldilocks?"

"You're a dick you know that? Seriously, people have always said I have a seriously bad attitude, but you take the abso-fucking-lute cake. Do you really have to work hard on being such an asshole, or does it come naturally? I actually felt sorry for you back at the hotel. I regret that compassion now, you don't need it, and hell I don't think you even want it. Seems it doesn't matter if you worked for that law firm or not, you're always still an asshole aren't you? I hope it's something you take pride in; lord knows you won't have pride in anything else. And no one will have it in you either." Finally doing what Kaya did best, telling people what she truly thought.

The car brakes slam, if she hadn't been able to brace herself, Kaya would have flown through the windshield, as she hadn't buckled herself in. White knuckles clinging to the steering wheel, as Lindsey's face was a mask of anger. "Get out." The only two words he could manage to say, and even then it sounded like a growl.

Kaya stared for a moment, and then did get out just as he had ordered. A few moments later, Lindsey McDonald came around the car stalking towards her, his fist coming up and slamming hard into her jaw.

Kaya's head snaps back. The taste of copper in her mouth, hand coming up to brush at it gently, as her eyes slowly came back towards him, standing up straighter with a smirk. "Thought you'd hit softer." She spit the blood on the ground. "Come on, you can do better though." Her hands raising at her sides, as if she wasn't going to stop him or defend himself.

Lindsey just stared at her, perhaps surprised that he had hit a woman, or that he had just delivered such a powerful punch to a female who seemed not all that phased.

"COME ON HIT ME!" Yelling into his face. "Hit me you son of a bitch, come on big man fucking hit me already!" Goading him, something inside both of the people having snapped. "Hit me, or I'll make you regret the first punch." Something in her tone, showed that she was telling the truth.

Lindsey doubled back once more, his left fist connecting with her face, while his right fist delivered right into her stomach; causing the Slayer to double over in pain, as the definite gush of blood coming from her nose showing it was broke. However, Lindsey did not stop, he brought his knee up hard against Kaya's face, as he then brought out his foot, connecting to her stomach, as she fell to the ground he was ontop of her in seconds, his hands wrapping around her throat.

In Lindsey's mind however, it wasn't the Slayer he was choking, it wasn't the girl that had made him laugh earlier. It was himself, he was trying to kill himself for all the wrong things he had done in his life, it was Angel, the damned vampire who always ruined everything, it was Marcus Hamilton the son of a bitch that had perpetuated the Senior Partners plans, it was Holland Manners who started it all, it was even Lilah Morgan who had been his partner in the darkest sins. He did not realize he was about to choke the life source out of the Slayer under him. Or so he thought.

As the girls eyes closed, and she did not struggle, he raised his hands from her throat, staring at them for a moment. "Kaya?" He didn't feel her stir nder him. "Kaya wake up!" Shock not registering the fact that she was breathing, nor the fact he was being set up.

Kaya Jordan had been a fighter for a long time, and had always been the punching bag when things got out of hand, she didn't mind sparring with people if it made them feel better, and this was no different. Within seconds her legs came around his waist as she rolled quickly, and then pinned him to the ground, looking down into his shocked eyes, some of her blood dripping off onto his face.

"See, not so hard to get it out sometimes is it?" Her hands pinning him to the ground, he tried to fight back but realized that he himself was not strong enough for the slayer ontop of him. "Sometimes, you have to realize that shit you keep piled in you? … Is worse then things you have done, because it leads to you wanting to kill someone. But, I still have to teach you a lesson about hitting women." With that her head came slamming down against his, knocking him out. "Don't do it." She stood up, grabbing him by his feet and pulled him into the car.

Higher Plane

Cordy just stared at the image in front of her, while Doyle was off doing lord knows what. "And I thought Faith was crazy."