Finding the Dark

[_fredless]

I reached up to the top of the gurney, feeling for the sheet that had once covered the body for politeness' sake, or at least to keep any of the others from looking at the things they didn't want to really see in the first place. Or...the last place...or at all. All I knew was that it purpose seemed to be concealment, and that suited me as much as

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[chosenpotential]

Faith shoved me and I went flying across the room, hitting the floor and skidding into the wall. Um, ouch?

I stood back up, rubbing the back of my head and looking at her with a frown.

"Oops! Dude, sorry 'bout that Kenn, besides I totally wasn't tryin' to steal away Red. I mean hey I got my own smart gal right over there scannin' for her contacts!"

I raised my eyebrow, looking over at Fred, who was still crawling around on the floor and talking to it. I didn't have the heart to tell Faith, but I thought her new girl might be crazy.

And not so much "her girl" either. I mean, she was wearing glasses. Why the hell would she be looking for a contact?

I still wasn't entirely convinced this wasn't some kind of cover for her crush on Willow. So not gonna happen. She wasn't stealing my girlfriend away. Break or not!

Maybe I should call her. You know, just to check in. Reaching in my back pocket, I pulled out my phone and flipped it open and started to dial the number when Faith started talking again.

"Who the hell organized this

[da_lilah]

The ride down in the elevator had been a little awkward to say the least

[pryce_the_elder]

And at the evil lawyer's insistence, we made our way down into the belly of the beast. At least, that was the impression I could not dislodge from my subconscious as the lift ferried myself, Wesley and the Morgan woman down toward what she'd referred to as the 'Applied Sciences Division' of the firm. Hmpf. I could only imagine the horrors to which science and magic had both been applied at the behest of Wolfram & Hart.

Bringing up the rear, I observed some sort of odd jockeying for position occur between Wesley and Ms. Morgan, something I had no doubts at all had a great deal to do with the predicament I'd found them in when I'd first arrived.

"As I was saying earlier... Our facilities are state of the art. We pride ourselves on being cutting edge - metaphorically speaking of course..."

"Of course," I replied coolly, looking about the typical laboratory arrangement-- endless rows of workbenches, the de rigeur assortment of glass pipes and beakers, bubbling away with various liquids of different colors, the lingering smell of

[prodigalwatcher]

During the elevator ride down to the lab, it was all I could do to keep myself still, as I was nearly shaking with nerves. My mind, though, was racing at a mile a minute, trying to guess or anticipate every possible move that Lilah and her masters, the Senior Partners, might be making against me, even right at that moment. I didn't trust one whit her seeming change of heart towards me, of course-- that was a transparent enough ploy for even the most careless of men to see through.

But what was her real plan? What was the endgame? What was the trap in which she meant to ensnare me? That was the greater question with which I was grappling. That, on top of the possible dangers of the Hellmouth, it was quickly becoming a race to uncover the greater of the two evils.

Of course, that would assume that the two things would be disconnected.

My eyes widened at the concept, and I cursed myself a fool for not seeing. Everything had to be connected. Lilah's ploy, whatever it was, must be part of a grander, more devious scheme.