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[_wes_pryce_]

Fred and I discussed some more things considering the resistance in the car. The one thing we knew for certain that wouldn't be bugged by Wolfram and Hart. We may have worked there for some time now, that didn't mean we were stupid. We knew what they had done before we joined, neither of us could believe they'd just give up on that just because we

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[fredburkle]

After dropping the information for our contact off, we headed back to the office. We rushed so we wouldn't be late for our weekly meeting with Angel and thankfully we didn't get a ticket. There were things to be done after the meeting that would benefit the resistance and now I had an ally. I finally had someone, after all this time, that I could rely and count on

[_wes_pryce_]

"I'm...just anal?" Raising my eyebrow, I glance at her and shake my head. "Or, I'm really just a shape shifting demon and I'm about to tear your throat out," I nod seriously at that. "Except, If I were a clever shape shifting demon I'd wait until you were alone and it was dark." Shrugging I give her a small smile. "I guess I'm just...err...anal." Though I really thought I had left that part behind me.

Closing the doors of the stairs after me I walk up to her, shifting my notes a bit in my hand. "Either that or you have a very vivid imagination." Blinking, I glance down at my notes and them back up at her. "What was the subject again?" I think I'm drifting from the topic of conversation here. Did we have a topic? Running a hand through my hair, I give her a small sheepish smile. "I guess my mind is elsewhere today."

[fredburkle]

I grinned at him. He was so fun to fluster and confuse and I'd rarely had the chance to do that lately. It was nice to be able to talk freely with him like I used to, especially now. Although, with as many ears as these walls had, I wouldn't be doing much of the free talking in Wolfram and Hart.

I nodded as we walked down the hall, "It's ok, Wes." I looked at the people walking past us down the hall and it made me wonder if any of them were working for the resistance as well. Knowing, now, that Wesley works for them has made me wonder about everyone else, especially Angel and the rest of our team.

I looked up at Wesley, "Do you have the request forms for the supplies we'll need for the case we're working on?" I had the ones I needed signed by Angel, but I wanted to make sure Wesley had his. I knew Angel would sign then, almost without looking, because he trusted us, I just wanted to make sure we could get the things we needed sooner, rather than later.

[_wes_pryce_]

Shifting my papers, I glanced down at them while I riffled through the load I had there. Dammit, paper work, one of these days that was going to be the death of us. Pulling out two forms I waved them at Fred with a crooked smile. "Here we are. I knew they had to be in there somewhere." Putting them back at the right spot, since I'm anal, I put them back in the folder and move them under my arm.

"I don't need many supplies, most I can get without the help of," I wave my hand around vaguely, "them." Them, Wolfram and Hart. I really don't trust them at all. I still don't know why we came to work here, or why Angel thought that was a good idea. And I really don't know why *I* thought it was a good idea at the time.

Opening the door to the next hall, I smile at Fred as we walk down the hall toward Angel's office. At least now I have someone in this sodding building I can trust. Someone who doesn't stick her head in the sand about what's going on all around us. I just wished I knew where the rest were keeping their head.

[fredburkle]

He was on our side. He was on...our...side. I was so relieved that I felt like crying and laughing and screaming all at the same time. Angel was still one of the good guys and I was so happy that I almost ran and hugged him. But I controlled myself and smiled, "I knew you were still a good guy." Glancing at Wesley, I knew he was just as relieved as I was

[_wes_pryce_]

It took him that long to figure out he couldn't do it on his own? Angel really is a bit dense sometimes isn't he? Though I would've kept things to myself, just because I didn't...and don't want to risk any of the people I love...or try to protect the rebels, the innocents.

Just as with Fred, I'm very relieved to find out he's on our side. But I'm also weary. After fighting on your own for so long, it's hard to trust anyone else, let anyone else in. No matter if it's your best friend and you should've known he'd do the right thing. In my defense though, Angel had been known to do the *wrong* thing in the past as well.

Keeping close to Fred, I give him a tiny smile and nod. "Fred's right," I say softly. "We need to help the...err...people and find a cure for this decease that's been taking down their numbers." And we'll need his signature on some papers for that. Pushing my hands in my pockets I glance around, raising an eyebrow. "Angel? Where did you take us anyway?"

[__angel]

Nodding, I watched as the relieved look on their faces too center stage and I could almost hear Fred squeeing. They were right, we needed to find the cure of the illness that has been passing through to everyone and I'm sure we can. With Fred and Wesley. It was better to be working with people that you trusted, then working on your own and it took me a while to realize that.

"We'll find a cure. We'll help them and this place ..." Turning around, I look at the waves that are crashing against the sand. "A place called Dimenstual," I shrug and look back at them. "The sun can't hurt me and I figured it would be better to go here instead of Pylea," I said and looked at Fred, who nodded, agreeing with me.

"So, we can head back and then ... get this done. I may make a trip, go on a 'holiday' so I can do some investigating. You two are welcomed to join if you want."

[fredburkle]

Our odds were improving. Ok, so they weren't improving so much that I knew without a shadow of a doubt that we'd win. However, with Angel on our side, they were significantly heightened. He was Angel and he was a champion. Things were definitely looking up for the good guys.

Angel was right. I preferred this beach, in whatever dimension it was to Pylea. Just the thought of returning to Pylea gave me the willies and if he'd actually brought us there, I would have gotten him back by putting garlic in his pillow case at night. It was either that, or holy water for aftershave. So, good news for Angel that he chose this place.

A holiday? I looked from Angel to Wesley and then back to Angel and made a small face. Clearing my throat I smiled at them and then looked at Angel, "Not to be the voice of doubt here, Angel, but...um, who's really going to believe that you would go on vacation?" I looked at Wesley for support and then continued, "I mean...you're best known for staying in dark rooms and brooding until the crease in your forehead