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“Gunn?” asked Spike knocking on the door of the hospital room.
Spike just opened it and walked on in. Gunn was standing in front of him with his old bloody clothes on like he was going to leave, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Going, well,” he said, “I guess I’m not going am I?”
“You got a bad wound Charlie, I can smell it, you lay back down before you do too much and bleed through your bandages and I have to kill you because I’m hungry,” said Spike.
“You wouldn’t kill me,” said Gunn.
“Maybe,” replied Spike.
“What do you want then?”
“Wesley isn’t dead,” said Spike.
Gunn was quiet for the longest of moments.
“You’re kidding,” said Gunn he sat against his bed.
“Nope, Illyria cried on his grave and healed him from some kind of sleeper thing, I don’t know what the bloody hell that has to do with anything, but, something creepy going on at the Hotel, red flashes, I take it something to do with some place, Quor-something.”
“Quortoth, what’s going on?” he questioned, “Something to do with Conner?”
“I have no idea, but there’s some kind of visions from lunatic watchers in, books,” answered Spike.
“I need to get back there,” said Gunn.
“You’re not going anywhere till either your healed or we can get Illyria to cry on you,” said Spike.
“Cry on me?” said Gunn, “Oh, Wesley was cried on and he came back?”
“Yeah, well, she doesn’t seem like the crying type, so I’ll just say, manly whimper,” said Spike.
“Sneak me out of here Spike,” said Gunn sitting back up.
“Can’t do that, sorry Charlie, but, I didn’t bring my Stallion to Wisk you away,” replied Spike.
“You refine him,” said Illyria stepping into the room, “Such confusion, you just wont let him go out, get himself killed.”
“Whatever,” said Spike.
“He wants to leave, let him pass,” said Illyria.
“Why don’t you come over here Illyria and fix me,” he looked down at where the bandages were supposed to be, “My Handicap.”
“He knows,” said Illyria looking at Spike, “You have told of my failure.”
“Hardly,” said Spike.
“What failure?” questioned Gunn.
“These emotions,” said Illyria, “Of course, you’re kind wouldn’t understand, you have grown accustomed to it, this, this mistake.”
“Crying?” questioned Spike.
“Crying isn’t anything Illyria,” said Gunn, “I mean you hung out with him for a while,” he was a little confused by what he was saying, “You’re good buddies, I guess.”
“Crying, you feeble minded humans, call it Crying, I call it failure, it is my failure, it is a weakness,” said Illyria.
“He’s back now,” said Spike, “If it makes you feel any better.”
“You do not understand,” she sounded outraged, “You want to save your friend Gunn, I save him,” she spat coming towards Gunn and pushing him down on the bed.
“What the?” said Gunn abruptly.
Illyria made a cut appear on her hand and squeezed the wound over Gunn’s bandaged place. Blood dripped through into the wound and she quickly pulled away as Gunn dropped to the floor in the fetal position.
“Bloody hell?” replied Spike.
Her wound quickly healed, she walked out of the room. Gunn laid on his back now gasping his eyes bugged.
“Gunn?” asked Spike looking to him from Illyria, he then acted like he was talking to himself, “I don’t know if he needs help, should I go get help?”
Gunn stopped moving all of a sudden. Spike looked at him funny. Then Gunn blinked and he slowly stood up.
“So are you healed or do I need to slap that head of yours like one of those weirdoes on the Tellie?” asked Spike.
“I’m fine Spike,” he replied, “Illyria didn’t always do this, did she?”
Spike smoothed his hair back in thought, “Not that I can remember.”
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“Wesley, you just woke up from the dead, what makes you think you can-” Angel was interrupted as he followed Wesley out to the car by the side of the road in the rain.
“I can Angel, I don’t feel like I’ve woken up from the dead, I’ve decided to move on,” said Wesley, he got in the drivers seat.
“Hey, I was going to drive,” said Angel, he sighed and got in so he wouldn’t become soaked in rain.
“Sorry that my wanting to go get these books is causing you any trouble but, I’m fine, you’re fine, we’re all fine,” said Wesley.
“You’re not fine, you’re worried,” said Angel, “Are you going to die again?”
“I told you I wasn’t dead, that’s what it is, I’m not dead, I’m not going to die,” Angel handed him the keys and Wesley started the car as he spoke, “At least, as far as I know.”
“You were in a sleep,” said Angel as Wesley drove out of where they were parked.
“Angel, I know where these books are once with the watchers council but if they’ve been moved, or destroyed, we wont have any idea what’s going to happen. This all has something to do with Quortoth, something, maybe good, maybe bad.”
“Probably bad,” said Angel, “Good is a rarity.”
“I know, I was supposedly dead, but I wasn’t, I told you my dreams, lets just move on.”
“I guess I can deal with that,” replied Angel, “So where are these, books?”
“Where I left them,” he replied, “ A museum.”
“Why would a museum except them?”
“Because, these books were written in hundred of years ago, till now, I didn’t think I’d need them. Everything is falling into place in my head. I had them for a reason, to have them now.”
“So we’re going to steal from a Museum?” asked Angel, “Not like I haven’t done this before.”
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Wesley pulled in in front of a Museum.
“Wesley,” said Angel as he left the car, he closed his door, “We need back up, we need materials, we need you know, a plan, this a museum.”
“I acknowledged that some time ago Angel,” said Wesley, “This place isn’t that hard to break into.”
“What do you mean?” said Angel, “This is L.A. not Sunnydale.”
“This place is run by magic, nothing we’ve not dealt with before,” replied Wesley.
“Do you know what is here?” questioned Angel walking on the sidewalk following Wesley.
Wesley ignored him and kept going up to the building. He went up to the front door and smashed in a window.
“Hey,” said Angel, “What the hell?”
Wesley walked forward. Alarms rang all around. Wesley smashed a stand of weapon with his foot he grabbed a sword and threw it to Angel then another and he walked forward.
“What are you doing?” said Angel outraged by what he was seeing.
“Getting what we came for,” said Wesley.
He went pushed back the doors of one room and went in. The Alarms rung in Angel’s ear hurting them.
“I don’t think this is quite the way to go about this,” said Angel following Wesley.
Wesley went to the back of the room. The lights flickered over a case of 4 books, each one look different, old diaries. Wesley went up to it and bashed in the casing with the sword hilt.
Angel stood and watched. He suddenly ducked as an axe went across him from behind to chop his head off. Angel turned quickly towards the demon and backed up from it.
“Hey you cut my coat,” said Angel.
A demon was behind him. Green goop dripped down the demon’s face. The being dressed in black making growling sounds as he swung the axe at Angel again. Angel backed away.
Another demon was in the room. He went to stab Wesley in the stomach. Wesley went back against the wall behind him. He collided sword with the demon, went to slash him and they collided again. He punched the demon in the face his hand getting that goop on it.
Angel backed up almost getting cut with the axe again. He swiped at the demon with the sword destroying the axe in the process. Angel jumped up and kicked the demon in the face. He punched him in the face and pulled away the goop on his hand too.
The demon went to kick Angel off his balance. Angel jumped out of the way of his leg and landed. Angel punched the demon in the head quickly. He gave him a left and then a right.
Wesley ducked the sword from his demon. He stabbed the demon and kicked him in the chest. It fell to the ground and magically flew back up onto his feet. The demon went to punched Wesley. Wes ducked then punched him back. The demon grabbed Wesley’s hand and bit him in the arm.
Wes kicked him off. Angel’s demon flew across the room. Angel went at it with a statue he got off a stand. Angel knocked the demon across the face with it once, then twice. He dropped the statue and picked up the blade from the broken axe and slammed it into the demon’s neck.
The demon’s head fell to the ground immediately. Angel went to the stand and grabbed the books as Wesley grabbed a spear from a model of a demon and stabbed The demon again then again, then again. He dropped the spear and quickly picked up his sword that he’d dropped and chopped off his demon’s head.
“Angel,” said Wesley, “Lets go.”
Angel and Wesley quickly made it out of the museum. They ran over to Angel’s car. Angel sat the books down in the back seat and Wesley quickly started the car. They flew off down the vacant road.
“Now we just need to get back to the hotel,” said Wesley.
“And read the Prophecies,” said Angel, “Figure out what this has to do with Quortoth.”
“Exactly.”
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Spike was back at the hotel with Conner. He was sitting on the bar. Gunn was also there, he stood arms folded over his chest, he stood in front of where the flashes had occurred.
“So, something big and bad is going to happen,” replied Gunn turning to Conner and Spike.
“Bloody obviously, Quortoth is a hell dimension, nothing really good can come out of there,” said Spike, Conner looked at him, Spike looked at him, “I didn’t say everything was evil that came out there did I?”
Conner looked back at Gunn, “I haven’t seen any flashes since Angel and Wesley left.”
“Nothing coming out, out, you know like-” started Gunn.
“Slucks,” said Conner, “No, nothing.”
They went quiet for a moment, “So you’re all fixed?” questioned Conner.
“Yeah,” said Gunn, “Brand new, I guess.”
“What does it feel like?” asked Spike, “That was a major gut wound you got, bleeding all over the place, Wesley was dead.”
“It’s like getting up in the morning,” said Gunn.
“On a Monday,” said Spike, “Or on a Saturday?”
“What’s that have to do with it?” asked Gunn.
“Most people don’t like Mondays, you know, that sort,” said Spike.
“Like I’d been a sleep for a hell of a long time,” said Gunn.
“Do you feel refreshed?” asked Conner, “Like on one of those soap commercials.”
Gunn just looked at him, “No, not like that, stronger.”
“He had a fit once Illyria dropped that blood on him,” said Spike.
“Yeah, that Illyria,” said Conner, “Has she always been able to do that?”
“Not that I know of,” said Spike, “Maybe when she was all powerful kingdom, Queen.”
“You think that her powers are coming back, last time, they wouldn’t stay in her body right?” said Gunn.
“I really don’t know a lot about what has happened,” said Conner.
“Well, nothing that you wont be able to catch up on,” said Gunn.
“What do you think the big bad is this time?” asked Spike.
“Probably something, big, bad, and ugly,” replied Gunn.
Spike replied, “Yes, this job is just going to bring in new things, prophecies, end of the world, when I was 20 I never thought I’d be doing this.”
“When I was 20 I was doing this,” said Gunn, “Something like it.”
“I’m 19,” said Conner. They were quiet for a moment. Then Conner spoke again: “I’m thinking about bringing up a question to Angel.”
“Why would you want to ask him questions?” asked Spike sarcastically.
“I want to come here, and work, this is Angel investigations, I’ve got all this power you know.”
“Super human without a cause,” said Gunn.
“Whatever,” said Spike.
“Angel wont like that idea,” said Gunn, “You’re his son, which, I’m still trying grasp and all.” He took a breath, “Angel, doesn’t want you getting hurt.”
“I think it’s my choice,” said Conner, “And besides,” he folded his arms, “When I came from Quortoth, one of the first things I did with him was go to a club and kill a group of vampires.”
“I’m glad I don’t have to make these choices,” said Spike leaning back against the wall on his right.
“No one would want to be your kid Spike,” said Gunn.
Angel walked in with Wesley the door closing behind them. Wesley and Angel had the books in their arms.
“What happened to you guys?” asked Gunn looking at Angel’s ripped coat as Angel put the two large books he had down on the bar.
“Well,” said Spike, “That’s a shame to leather, think about the poor cows.”
“Shut up Spike,” said Angel.
“Are we all going to start reading them or something?” asked Conner.
“You guys don’t know the language,” said Wesley, “I’ll start reading them and tell you about anything I find.”
“This’ll take awhile?” asked Spike.
“It doesn’t matter, as long as we’re prepared,” finished Angel.
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Lilah sat in her office reading some papers. A young man stepped into the room.
“Ms. Morgan,” said the voice, this man was British, brown hair and blue eyes, he wasn’t all that young, maybe a little younger then Wesley.
“Yes, Mr. Waltz is it?” asked Lilah.
“Yes,” said the man.
“Well, what do you want, don’t I look busy,” said Lilah.
“Yes, I hate to bother you but, Ms. Morgan, Angel and his friend Wesley Wyndam-Pryce have just stolen very priceless Prophesies from a museum, killed two Clincher demons and made a mess.”
“What prophesies?” asked Lilah sitting up straighter.
“Prophesies donated by Mr. Wyndam-Pryce himself about 10yrs. A time ago. These were never explored, but I do have word that they are about the hell dimension Quortoth, written in a language also that very few know.”
“I don’t care Waltz what language these damn books are in,” she stood up, “Well is that all?”
“Mostly,” said Waltz, “There’s been um, more active hotspots all over L.A. At least a thousand.”
Lilah just looked at him.
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Conner knocked on Angel’s room door.
“Come in,” said Angel.
Conner came in, “Thought it’d be nice to knock.”
Angel was at his door to his balcony, looking out the windows, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, uh, I have a question,” said Conner.
“No,” said Angel firmly.
“No?” repeated Conner, “You’ve never even heard what I was going to ask.”
“No, Conner, you can’t work here,” Angel repeated, folding his arms over his chest.
“I knew you’d say that,” sneered Conner, “Does it matter to you, I can take care of myself?”
“I know but you can’t work, here,” said Angel.
“Why?”
Angel looked at him, “Because Conner, you can’t. It’s too Dangerous, you’re 19, of course this job looks appealing, but you have so much life a head of you.”
“Why can’t I do good?” said Conner.
“Do good some other way,” said Angel.
“I’ll do it without pay,” said Conner, pleading to be allowed to help.
“I said it was dangerous, I didn’t say I couldn’t pay you. Not going to either,” said Angel.
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” said Conner.
Angel walked towards him and put his arms on his shoulders, “Think Conner, you’ve got so much life ahead of you. You can have a family, one day be old and wrinkly and have grandchildren sit on your lap.”
Conner pulled away, “This has nothing to do with being wrinkly, and having kids sit in my lap.”
“You don’t know what you have Conner,” said Angel, “You do and you don’t.”
“I know what I want.”
“NO, you don’t,” said Angel, “Take the mortal life.”
“I’m a hybrid human, person, whatever, I’m different, I was given these abilities for a reason.”
“To destroy Sahjun, he’s gone though,” said Angel, “You’ve done what the prophecies wanted.”
“I can do more.”
“Protect your family that’s what you should do, that kind of good,” said Angel.
“I want to do this, I wont to be on the front, help people, really help them,” said Conner.
“Conner, You know why I can’t, annually?”
“What?” said Conner turning away from him, his arms folded across his chest.
“Every year it seems something is trying to enter this world and destroy it, I have an Annual Apocalypse,” said Angel.
“And I can help fight it, you’re a vampire, immortal, but you wont live forever,” said Conner.
“I don’t want to hear that,” said Angel, “Do you know what it’s like to be in my shoes.”
“I don’t want to,” said Conner.
“Then pick another job,” stated Angel in a sigh.
“I don’t need to, and don’t have to, I’m a grown man, I can make my own choices, I’m what most call an adult, I’ll help, I’ll be here, even if you don’t invite me in.”
“I don’t want you too,” said Angel.
Conner went towards the door, “But you can’t stop me.”
Angel watched Conner walk out of the room. Spike walked past him and into Angel’s room, “We’ve got news.”
Angel looked at him.
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Angel came down stairs. Spike in front of him.
“This may defiantly change things,” said Wesley, “Either Angel or Spike’s life forever.”
“Start reading then,” said Gunn, “We don’t have all day.”
“Everyone ready,” said Wesley.
“What about Blue?” questioned Spike.
“It won’t matter to her,” said Wesley holding the book on the bar, him on one side, the group on the other, “Want to here, now?”
“Of course,” said Angel, “Just is it going to lead to an Apocalypse?”
“That’s still the question, but, let me continue,” Wesley began to read his notes, “The Troclone will bring forth a child of the fire, conceived by a vampire with a soul and The Slayer, The child will search for the mother but find the father.”
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