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Cleveland
"You live here?" Angel looked around the tiny hotel room.
"No... We just work out of here sometimes. Like when we teleport but don't want to be traced." WIllow looked into the bathroom.
"Kennedy must be with the others already."
"Still with the little Slayer, Red?" Spike's eye glittered.
"Yeah." For some reason that Illyria and Angel didn't quite understand, Willow blushed.
"How's Buffy?"
"Oh, she's great! Sorry that she missed you--Andrew told her that you guys had been by the place while they were in Rome."
"And what did dear old Buffy think of the Immortal?"
"That he was boring," Willow said without thinking.
"Who is Buffy?" asked Illyria. "The Slayer," replied Spike.
"Oh. A Slayer. Did you love her?"
"Yes," replied Spike. Angel snorted.
"What, I did love her!" Spike protested.
"Yeah, sure," Angel said.
"I thought we were done with this!"
"Sure, why not?" said Angel, shrugging. Willow ignored them. Illyria stared at them for a moment, then turned to Willow.
"Where are we going to now?"
"To England. We'll have to teleport again."
"I am ready." Willow lowered her voice.
"You think we could just leave them here?"
"Why?"
"Never mind. You're not much with the humor, are you?"
"I--I do not understand."
"Never mind."
The four of them were in London. Faith had met them there. "Hey, Angel."
"Faith."
"Willow, we need to go. Something's coming, something big." "Faith, what--"
"I don't know, but we need to go. Giles was in the huge books again, started turning funny colors. B read the translations, and she started getting really pale. Right now, getting to shelter seems like a good idea."
"Whoa, Faith. Wait a minute. Where are we going?" Faith stared at Spike.
"Does it matter?"
"Um--"
"No," Angel intervened, cutting off what would be a stinging, sarcastic reply on Spike's part.
Spike glared. Great pouf. Always too unwilling to say anything unpopular, but too willing to try and be dusted.
"Come on. We can hole up at Giles's place."
"Wait. Kennedy--"
"Kennedy's there, too. Everyone around here is. Great big crowded place--reminds me of prison." Faith shook her head, trying to clear the thought.
"So... Giles, Buffy, Kennedy and Andrew?"
"And Dawn. She's on a break, so she came out."
"Okay. What about Wood? He was supposed to be watching her." Faith shook her head again, smiling a little.
"Didn't want to stick around for some reason."
"I can't imagine why," Spike muttered.
"You are the rogue slayer?" Illyria stared at Faith for a minute.
"No... Just one of the slayers now. What's with the new look?"
"She's a demon! Bloody hell, do I need a recording to play back?" Spike burst out, exasperated.
"Hey, calm down, Dead boy."
"Oh, good God. You've been talking to Xander." Spike threw up his hands in annoyance.
"Faith, what about the Hellmouth?"
"What?" She stared blankly at Willow for a moment.
"The one in Cleveland."
"Oh. Not exactly sure, but come on." Angel looked around. Whatever was going on, if it was enough to worry Faith, it had to be bad.
"Willow," he said to calm down the witch. It was quiet for a moment.
"Let's go," Faith said to the group in general. They all followed Willow and Faith back to Giles's house.
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