Wesley Wydam-Pryce stood quietly by the door, waiting for Angel to return, twirling her glasses in his fingers. His eyes burned with tiredness, and he wanted nothing more than to sleep, but Angel'd said to wait anyway.
The door opened and Angel came in. He didn't say a thing as he walked towards the stairs.
"Angel...um...."
"Good night," Angel said, a hint of warning in his voice. He began to climb, and soon dissapeared around the corner.
Wesley stood in shock, eyes glued to where Angel had been moments before. he thought, climbing the stairs.
"Angel's acting weird."
He turned to see Cordilia Chase coming down the hall, clutching her white bathrob tight around her body.
She'd staied at the hotel that night because of a warning Angel had given her about a baby-sized battle that had the power to become the next Civil War.
"I know," said Wesley, replacing his glasses. "He seemed so....collected when he left. Now he's....i don't know."
"That's no lie. He just looked at me for a secound and went into his room."
"Maybe he's just tired. He'll snap back. Always does."
"Alright. Well, night Wes," and she left, heading for her room.
"It's 3:00 and still no Angel," said Fred, lifting her head up off the counter where she was sitting on a stool.
"Girl's got a point. He's usually up by now," said Lorne, walking around to sit on the couch, legs crossed, and holding a mug of coffee.
"Maybe we should wake him up," said Gunn.
"Are you on drugs?!" Lorne siad in disbelief. "If he was grumpy the night before, what on earth makes you_"
"Okay! Get the point!" Gunn interupted. "We'll wait."
There was a soft patter of feet 30 minutes later as Angel came in.
"Angel, how was last night? Did everything_"
"Everything was fine Fred. I'm old enough to know," he snapped angerly.
They all stared. His temper was climbing. This wasn't like Angel.
"Are you okay?" Wesley asked.
"Good 'ol Wes. Everytime i get just a little angery, you think the world's is about to crumble."
"Um....last time it did...." said Cordelia, but she fell silent as Angel glared at her. "Sorry."
"Okay, just....just mind your own buisness," Angel said irritably, and he stormed off into his office, slamming the door hard behind him.
"Am I the only one a little scared right now?" Fred asked as the booming echo died down.
"Well, I'm in the boat with you," said Cordelia, "Something's massively happened."
"I know, but I'm sure Contors can't....hell...switch attitudes," said Wesley.
"He's acting like Angellus," said Gunn.
They were all silent, minds turning, trying to find an explaination.
"Could Contors do that? Extract the soul?" Lorne asked, looking at Wesley.
"I don't know exactly. They could tamper with it, but i don't think they could remove it."
"We can go check out the crash site," Gunn said.
"Let's go. Nothing else to do right now," said Fred. "Lorne, you watch over him, but don't let him know that's what you're doing."
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