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Who: Libby, Drusilla and Angel: the world's most dysfunctional trifecta.
Where: Near/in Dru's room.
What: Libby attempts to rescue her inmate. Her best friend/inmate's "daddy" shows up Borg'ed.
When: After Libby posted to her journal, telling Dru she was on her way.
Warnings: Violence.
She hadn't ever wanted to remember. What was behind that wall had been repressed for a reason. She hadn't wanted to touch them, or see them, or even think about them ever again. She hated them and they made her sick. But Dru...she had to protect her. She had to save her charge from being kidnapped and brainwashed. For Dru's sake; for her own; and for Zack and Emma, whom she'd never seen again. Whose mother would never see them again.
She slung a rifle over her shoulder and kept a handgun for immediate use. A backpack with ammo and another handgun later and she was good to go. Running through the hallways, peeking around corners before stepping around them...she couldn't stop to think it through. If she did, she'd freeze, and she'd be as good as dead.
And Dru would be alone.
Finally making it to the door, she knocked loudly upon it with her free hand. "Dru, it's me, it's Libby!" she cried. "C'mon, we need to go ASAP!"
Where: Near/in Dru's room.
What: Libby attempts to rescue her inmate. Her best friend/inmate's "daddy" shows up Borg'ed.
When: After Libby posted to her journal, telling Dru she was on her way.
Warnings: Violence.
She hadn't ever wanted to remember. What was behind that wall had been repressed for a reason. She hadn't wanted to touch them, or see them, or even think about them ever again. She hated them and they made her sick. But Dru...she had to protect her. She had to save her charge from being kidnapped and brainwashed. For Dru's sake; for her own; and for Zack and Emma, whom she'd never seen again. Whose mother would never see them again.
She slung a rifle over her shoulder and kept a handgun for immediate use. A backpack with ammo and another handgun later and she was good to go. Running through the hallways, peeking around corners before stepping around them...she couldn't stop to think it through. If she did, she'd freeze, and she'd be as good as dead.
And Dru would be alone.
Finally making it to the door, she knocked loudly upon it with her free hand. "Dru, it's me, it's Libby!" she cried. "C'mon, we need to go ASAP!"