Wesley had his soul back. That was a good thing, a very good thing. And I should have been happy that he wasn't running around killing people, but instead I was crying. I wasn't just crying, I was sobbing. My life had been turned upside down while I was gone, and the one person who loved me unconditionally, the one person who made me feel like
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Angel. Lost the mission, just like I knew he would. Gunn. Dead, just like I knew he would be. Fred, taken over by a goddess. Wesley, sired by Angelus. Lorne, leaving town for good. I knew about them all and I didn't say a word. The problem was, I knew what the alternative was. I'd seen it while I was sleeping...Comas are good for long term visions.
I followed Fred up the stairs hoping Faith could talk some sense into Wesley. Opening the door, I frowned when I saw that flushed look across her face.
"Are you okay?" I asked, as I walked over to her.
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I started rocking back and forth, feeling the rhythm of the energy flowing in and out of me, faster and faster. I looked up at Cordelia and managed to get out, even though I was panting heavily, "Sss..something's...something's....hmmm, something's really...wrong, Cordy..." I closed my eyes and whimpered softly.
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I was about to say something when a loud crash sounded from downstairs. Faith and Wes were either fighting to the death or...oh. OH!
"Fred?" I walked closer to her and sat down beside her on the bed. "What's going on? What do you mean something is wrong?"
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Cordy rushed into the hall just as I felt myself spill over the edge. I didn't call out, or scream, only let out one long, hard, shaky breath. The tremors of whatever just happened finally subsided and I unclenched the bed as I called out, "Um...ok, Cordy...you can come back in." I was completely mortified, but...what the hell just happened?
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