Beginning's History
Chapter 1
Hank had received a call. A call that he was more than willing to answer and comply with; his daughter asked if she could finally come home. He would never turn her request down. He asked her if he needed to come and get her. Buffyjust said he would only need to come get her at the bus station at the designated arrival time.
She did, however, make an almost unusual request which was if he could please pick her up in the convertible. Her reason being she was not comfortable in small enclosed spaces and having the top down would make her feel better. He had no issues with bringing that vehicle; it was her car after all.
So as the time to pick her up drew closer he made sure the convertible top was down and secure- he was thankful it was a clear night. He set off towards the bus station but as he was passing by the old hotel- the Hyperion Hotel- he noticed that there appeared to be lights on inside.
That made him slow down and take pause. He decided he would check it out briefly; he still had plenty of time before he needed to pick his up daughter. He pulled up to the front of the building and turned off the engine. He walked up to the doors and entered the large lobby, where he saw a young dark-haired woman behind the old reception desk and a man with a book in his hand.
"Hello?" Hank said to get their attention but it seems that only the guy holding a book heard him.
"Hello," replied the man, "can we help you?"
"Yes," Hank said, "who are you?"
"My name is Wesley and her," he gestured to indicate the dark-haired woman, "name is Cordelia." He took pause and asked, "who might you be sir?"
"Hank Summers," he simply responded.
It took Wesley a moment to ask, somewhat in shock, "Buffy's father?" he said. Cordelia was still over by the desk, not even paying attention to the two men.
"You know Buffy?"
"Yes, her and Cordelia were classmates in Sunnydale," said Wesley. Cordelia still was not paying any mind to their interaction.
An expression of relief seems to have upon Mr. Summers' face. He was seemingly pleased that they knew her. An easy smile graced his face.
"So," Wesley started, "what brings you here tonight?"
"On my way to pick up Buffy I saw the lights on. I wanted to stop by and see what was going on. I'm glad it happened to be someone Buffy knew," Hank replied with a relieved tone in his voice. "I try to keep an eye on it."
"Really?" Wesley asked. Hank just nodded his head. "You watch over it?"
"Yes, she has not been able to do it right now," he replied.
"Not able to watch the place?" Wesley also asked, "why would she need to watch the Hyperion?"
"Well you already kn-" Hank started but he was interrupted by two people; Angel was coming down the main staircase and a well-dressed man entered the hotel.
Before anything more could be said the man that just came in walked confidently up to Angel and Wesley, pulling out some documents from the briefcase he was carrying. "Nelson, of Wolfram and Hart; this is for you," the man said while hand over the folder to Angel.
Wesley looked at what was in the folder and he was shocked to see that the had just be served lawsuit papers.
"We are being sued? For what?" Angel asked this Nelson guy.
Nelson gave them a smug look. "Trespassing, illegally operating a hotel, running a private business out of the hotel etc.," he spouted out.
"And who filed this suit?" Hank inquired, curious.
The smug expression on Nelson's face faultered. "Wolfram and Hart filed on behalf of the owner, of course," he stammered.
"Of the owner, you say?" Hank asked, wanting to have it clearly stated out loud. Nelson just nodded.
Hank took a moment to think. "Then you will have no problem returning in a few hours to have confirmation from the owner," he said to Nelson. Nelson nodded, a little to confused, and made his way out of the hotel.
Hank, Angel and Wesley watched as he left, two of them confused themselves. Hank clasped his hands together and faced the two gentlemen, "I'll return shortly and we can get this all settled," and made his way out of the hotel, too, pulling a phone out of his pocket at the same time.
Both Wesley and Angel stared at the door he head exited, still puzzled. "Who was that man?" Angel asked.
"Hank Summers," he answered, which caused Angel to abruptly face him.
"Summers?" Cordelia piped up from the reception area.
"As in Buffy's father," Wes replied to her.
"Who's Buffy?" Gunn asked at the same time Cordelia asked "Why was he here?"
Angel just kept his focus on Wesley, wanting the answer to that same question. Wesley met his gaze. "Mr. Summers said he saw lights on in the hotel and he thought it odd so he decided to come take a look."
"He was purposely looking at the hotel?" Cordelia questioned, suspicion in her voice.
"Yes. He says he tries to keep an eye on it since she cannot," he continued, "and he said he was relieved that he found it was people she knew." Gun looked at him, still confused.
"The 'she' being this Buffy chick?" he asked him. Wesley just nodded.
Angel still had not said anything, remaining quite and in thought. He wanted to know those answers as well, excluding Gunn's last question of course.
"He said he would be back in a few hours," Wesley said," perhaps we will be able to get his reasons then."