After tending to mother and child Mana helped her daughter to her coffin, knowing it was where she was most comfortable, kissing both daughter and granddaughter on the forehead before she moved back to her own room to hold her son, sitting in the dark shrouded room, mourning her love, rocking the boy the rest of the day.
Quietly Selene laid within her coffin, cradling Serenity to her breast. Suddenly she began whimpering softly, hearing sounds rush the building as the helicopter landed on the roof depositing the rest of the team. It was here she was found several hours later when her door opened, allowing her to hear the sounds of a man struggling in someone's grasp, the smell reaching her through the thick wood urging her to push the lid open to peek at the red haired gangster, licking her jaws gently, "F-for me?" she asked, Selene had never eaten in the firm, always alone on her own. Slowly she sat up cradling Serenity's utterly silent and still form close staring at the male, licking her lips again before laying the girl gently in her bassinet before leaping on her meal, "Merci. If you all are here...Angel...is he back?"
Fred turned away from the window and smiled weakly at the woman. "Not yet. But sundown is still a little ways off," she said hopefully.
"I want them back now," the ancient stated, wiping her mouth.
"I imagine so," Winifred frowned, remembering how worried she had been herself before Wesley had returned with the others in the early morning hours and her heart went out to the woman. She moved towards the bassinet, not getting too close. "She's beautiful! What's her name?" She glanced at the mother.
"Serenity," she smiled a little, "Serenity Angel O'Neil."
"Oh!" Fred smiled, "That's absolutely precious!"
Back at the warehouse Spike began looking out at the darkening sky, "If we can jump roofs we might be able to make it home."
"You don't think they'll send the chopper?" Angel asked.
"They don't even know we're alive," Spike replied, "Better off running ourselves if you wanna see her."
"I guess you're right," Angel sighed, following Spike up the ladder towards the roof top.
Swiftly the pair began leaping from rooftop to rooftop across LA, before Spike suddenly turned down a different street for a moment to an unneeded roof bringing a frown to Angel's face, causing the Irishman to pause before the need to reach his love became too great and he continued on ahead of the Brit.
Within minutes Spike had caught back up, his bag over his shoulder, "Home ahoy!"
Back inside Selene slowly moved behind her desk, lifting up the utterly silent child who hadn't made a single sound since her initial cries, and began singing softly rocking the girl in the moon light, her eyes transfixed on her silvery hair.
Once within the building, Angel flew up the stairs and onto the floor, shoving people who got in his way as he caught her scent, and followed it to the office where Selene sat, looking up at him after he distracted her from the tiny girl in her arms, a soft smile on her lips, "Bonjour."
He crossed in two and a half steps, taking her into his arms and kissing her deeply, "I'm so sorry."
Smiling softly, the ancient kissed him back with equal passion, purring gently, "For what amour?" Without giving him a chance to answer, she gently took his hand pulling him towards the bassinette and just like Spike had predicted the girl didn't seem to favor Angel in the least. Unnoticing of this Angel gazed down at the sleeping infant, a smile touching his lips as he reached down and touched her with a gentle finger.
"She's small, a bit weak too," Selene started before he silenced her with a single finger, "She's beautiful," he breathed the word softly.
Elsewhere within the firm, Spike was slipping down the hall with a bottle of bloodwine and a dozen pink roses, moving towards his apartment where Will lay swaddled in his blanket, slumbering on the bed beside his grief stricken mother who lay with her face buried into her lover's pillow, breathing in his scent. "Hmm wouldn't you rather sniff the real thing love? Maybe around the bollocks?"
Mana's head popped up, at first thinking herself insane but turning slightly she saw him in the door way, she squealed loudly and the bed erupted in a pile of blankets as she threw herself across the room at him. "Don't ever do that to me again!" she yelled at him between fevered kisses.
"Not my fault the pixie needed help catchin' some pussies," he laughed.
She clung to him tightly, peppering his face and neck with kisses. "You stopped talking!" she whimpered, "I thought you were dead!"
Spike held her tight stroking her curls gently, "My voice gave out love," he whispered handing her the roses & bloodwine.
She placed a kiss to his throat, taking the items from him and setting them down on the bedside table before pulling him towards the bed, pushing him down onto his back and climbing in beside him, curling up with her lover with a sigh as Spike smiled, encircling her tightly whispering, "I'm so sorry love."
"I thought we lost you..." She murmured as she drew the blanket up around the three of them, sealing them in a bubble of safety.