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[wickedslayer]

Took me and Wes a wicked long time but we finally managed to convince Cor to go confront Soul Boy with us. I, for one, was sick and tired of sittin' around and talkin' to the polite fridge while Angel was goin' off the deep end. Didn't really get why Cordelia was so scared to just go and ask him what the fuck his problem was. In the last month or

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[__visiongal]

It would've been easy to blame the whole headache deal on the hangover. Faith and I drank enough alcohol to-- Well, do what we did. My headache wasn't from that.

They'd stood there the entire morning, telling me that it was for the best - that me coming here, confronting everyone I'd tried to avoid - Angel - was a good plan.

I didn't look at them as I got out the car. Couldn't. What would I say?

I looked up at Fred's door when Wesley knocked, took a breath. She didn't remember - none of them did - and yet it felt like I was going up in front of judge, jury and executioner... And this was just Fred for God's sake.

I heard Wes say something beside me and turned, my eyes wary. "What?"

[boyhostage]

On our way to Fred's doorway I had noticed Cordelia acting strangely out of sorts, even for her. It was true, she had been behaving in a peculiar fashion all morning as Faith and I continued to coerce her into confronting Angel with us.

I feared that Angel had lost his soul, with the reappearance of Buffy Summers it did not seem improbable. On top of that if he was indeed aligned with the senior partners of Wolfram and Hart we were all in for a world of trouble.

"I asked if you were alright." I said, returning my attention to Cordelia. I had the feeling that she wasn't paying very much attention to me.

[__visiongal]

"I'm fine, Wes." I said with all the enthusiasm I could muster. I was always good at this - hiding my feelings, making sure I looked like I at least thought everything was fine.

I'd even managed, during these past few weeks with Faith, to pretend that everything was semi-normal. Apparently that hadn't wanted to last though. And also? Wes? Not believing me.

"Really, I'm okay." I looked at him. I really did have to snap the fuck out of this funk I was in. I took a breath and gave Faith a smile - albeit a nervous, semi-shaky one. If I believed I was okay, I'd be okay... It was the motto I'd lived by only for, like, ever.

[fredburkle]

I closed the book on ancient spells and curses when I heard the knock. It was late, and the only person who would show up here that late, was Wesley, or a demon. And since I was a 'glass-is-half-full' kind of girl, I was going to bet on Wesley.

I peeked out the peep hole and smiled at his familiar face. Opening the door, my smiled faltered a little as I saw Faith and then Cordelia standing next to him. It wasn't that I wasn't happy to see them, but I just wasn't expecting them. I opened the door wider and gave them all a big smile, "Hey...come on in."

I smiled as Wesley gently kissed my lips and walked into the kitchen. I followed him, because it was obvious that something was up, I just didn't know what. I leaned against the door frame and looked at him, "What's wrong, Wes? What happened while you were gone?"

[__visiongal]

"No...he wouldn't. Not without us...it would be..suicide."

I glanced over at Fred at that, shook my head gravely. "Yeah, and this is Angel. If he thinks he can do it on his own without risking anyone then the first thing he's going to do is just that. I love the guy but he has this twisted way of looking at things like... Like, his life doesn't matter as much as someone else's." And he was wrong - SO so wrong about that. I'd spent three years trying to tell him that despite everything he was someone, he mattered.

"I'm with Texas." I said quickly. "Let's get the hell out of here and figure out what's going on with Angel."I glanced over at Faith, meeting her eyes for a second. I had the vague notion of us being all 'needing to talk' but now? Really wasn't the time

[wickedslayer]

I turned dark eyes on Cor as she walked after me first and started doing that rambling thing that she had already started out doing this morning. I almost raised up my hand to quiet her and tell her that if she really was pregnant with my evil spawn we'd deal with it after we confronted the stupid vampire.

But she doesn't start talking about babies and impreganating her again, which thank God, cause I didn't know how much of that I could deal with on top of all this other crap we had to do.

Tilting my head to the side the corners of my lips played up in a slight smiles as Cordelia tried to tell me that she wasn't blaming it on the alcohol. Well no shit, C. I'm wicked hot, you just can't keep your hands off of me.

Without answering her, I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me, kissing her quickly and hard on the lips before letting go of her just as everyone else started to spill out of the doorway.

[__visiongal]

Faith kissed me. Faith... Kissed...

The guys are coming out the door now, Wesley's looking at us. Spike-- Did he see that? No. He came through the wall - he can walk through 'em, not see through-- Geez, I hope he can't see through.

I'm not quite ready for the undead portion of the group to know that I woke up from a coma and turned into some sort of raging lesbian.

"Okay, wait..." Everyone looks at me, Faith harder than everyone else. She's probably thinking I'm looking for another way to stall. Not the plan.

"We're going to go there and do what, hug him? Fight him with love? I don't think so. If Angel's flipped and we're expected to bring him back to the side of the good then we need weapons. Ones that won't dust his ass. Right?"

[_wes_pryce_]

I blink at Cordelia and Faith. Well, that suddenly makes things a whole lot clearer doesn't it? But now is not the time to talk about that. Nor is it actually my business. I just hope Cordelia knows what she's doing.

At Cordelia's word I get my gun from the small of my back and hold it up. "It'll not kill him," I tell her grimly, "But it'll slow him down." Not to mention that I've something heavier in the car.

I have not yet processed that Angel actually killed Gunn. Killed Gunn. Why? Cordelia is right. This reminds me of another time Angel found it necessary to visit the so called dark side.

You're all fired.

It worked out so well last time. And it's working out even worse this time. This time one of us died. Glancing over at Fred, who is still clutching her axe I sigh. One of us dead is enough and one too many. "Spike? Any useful tips?" If anyone would know it would be him.