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[freddles]

After a few pointed looks from the flight attendants saying that we needed to get our 'friends' into their seats, we finally had Wesley and Lorne back into their seats and buckled in so they wouldn't somehow fall out during the landing. Normally, no one would fall out really, but with the way they'd been acting I wouldn't doubt it. Lorne was back

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[freddles]

Making a face at the noises and mumbles Lorne started to make when I kept on shaking his arm a bit, I gave him one last poke then shook my head. This was useless until they got whatever was in their system, out. Speaking of, who actually gave them this stuff knowing full well what would actually.. happen to them.

I nodded in agreement with Charles I looked to the front of the plane in hopes of getting someone's attention but with all the people pushing their way out of the plane I sat back sat in my seat. Glancing up, I noticed the few buttons overhead and quickly hit the one signaling for help.

Smiling politely as the flight attendant finally made her way to our seats I nodded to our two sleeping companions. "Um, is there anyway we could get two wheelchairs? They've.. um.. not waking up just yet." She gave the both of us a look then eyed both Lorne and Wesley. Nodding slightly, she turned around. "Oh! And a blanket?" I called after her.

Lorne shifted in his seat, mumbling something under his breath and I just raised a brow as I watched him. He was such a cute little green demon when he was sleeping wasn't he? Grinning, we waited until everyone had gotten off the plane when finally two wheelchairs were pushed our way.

"Okay, cousin Lorne, cousin Wesley. Time for a ride," I said trying to stand as much as I could since I was still underneath the overhead compartments. Pushing Lorne away from the back of the seat, I grunted. "Good lord, is a Pylean's weight condensed as much as possible or something?" Lorne started to fall forward, but I caught him before he toppled to the floor where he seemed to be so comfortable earlier with his new best pal. "C'mon Lorne, a little help would be nice." Next thing you know he'll be singing show tunes in his dreams.

[lornegreen]

Big hat?! Blanket on my head?! Awh, but I was delightfully coifed this afternoon. If anyone is about to ruin my hair, I'll definately be having words.

I could hear Gunn and Fred going on about our little dilemma. Only problem was, I couldn't actually *do* anything about it. After I konked out (and no less had some... quality bonding time with my English friend over here) I was pretty much left in a complete vegetative state. Except my ears were still working in overdrive, and I swear to God I am going to have words with Fred for that crack about my weight.

As much as I wanted to wake up and be able to walk myself off this plane, I knew it wasn't going to be possible. Whatever it was that the flight attendant had given me and Wesley, it sure packed quite the wallop. Leave it to me to be so over curious about something and end up flat on my ass as a result.

I could feel myself being lifted into a wheelchair, my chin falling down to my chest. The only sounds I could get out were mumbles, but trust me, I was trying. But before I knew it, on came the blanket and I could feel my luscious golden locks being crumpled to a flattened mess of dried hairgel. Oh, Joico, how you've failed me. I am going to wake up with the worst blanket-head ever, and there will be hell to pay. That'll teach me to take drugs from strangers.

I wondered to myself if Wesley was suffering a similar fate. Then I remembered that man couldn't style his hair to save his life.

[_gunn_charles_]

After the flight attendant had brought over two wheelchairs - and don't think for a moment that got her off the hook - Fred and I moved Lorne in there first. He looked like one cute not so little demon sittin' there mumblin' to himself. Made me wonder if he was comin' 'round. We moved the blanket over him and then covered the horns up with the hat. Somethin' told me we was gonna get a scoldin' for that, gut it's not like we had much of a choice.

I nodded to Fred as she maneuvered him to the exit of the plane and then turned to Wes. Man was so totally out of it. Nothing but the occasional giggle. Made a mental note to point out on a cunnin' moment just how adorable he looked right now. The blackmail potential was stackin' up higher and higher. Then again, he was so friggen easy to get a rouse out when it came to things like this.

Liftin' skin and bones out of the seat and into the chair easily, I quickly followed Fred and joined her as she struggled to get Lorne's chair outa the plane. Between the two of us we got both of them out and made our way to the exit. I took over Lorne's chair while Fred wheeled Wes'. "How you doin' there buddy?" I ask, pattin' Lorne on the shoulder. He seemed *slightly* more awake then Wes who had even stopped gigglin' at this point. 'Least Lorne was mumblin'.

"Wanna take a bet on how Angel's gonna react to this?" I asked Fred. "Either he'll laugh or he'll freak out and expect the worst. Like some demon attack, whatcha think?" Personally, I thought as we wheeled steadily toward the exit, he'll freak, then be annoyed and then hopefully as amused as we were. Speakin' of freak, we still had to get the bags. And they both had taken way to much stuff with them. Books and...whatever was in them trunks Lorne dragged with him. Great, yo, more schlepping. Angel had *better* join us soon.

[angelbuffy]

I looked at the clock, and as much as I was complaining with Faith, the plane that housed Angel and the crew to help us out was right on time. It's amazing how a half an hour can make you feel like 3 when there are more people, and extra piles of stress added on.

It seemed that the commons cleared out just enough so we could see all the people plowing out of the walkway like there was some sort of plague in there. In all honesty, I couldn't really blame them. I don't like to be on planes either. I gave Faith a 'here we go' look, and stood up, straightening my shirt down from where I sat, crouched between Faith and another woman that looked like she had more stuff with her than her own weight.

I didn't know what was taking them so long to get off the plane...hell, I didn't know how the hell Angel was going to get on the plane in the first place. I just listened to Giles. Or maybe I didn't, and that was my problem. I was too busy listening to myself.

We made our way through some people to where we would be seen by everyone when they got out.

"This is going to be interesting."

[freddles]

"There will probably be a mixture of both," I said. "He'll freak out at first but then when he finds out how and why they are.. um, the way they are I'm sure he'll find this funnier than most." Knowing Angel, he'd probably get all huffy the moment he saw us wheeling Lorne and Wesley towards him and think that there was already some sort of demon attack on the plane.

As we started down the tunnel or whatever the thing was we were walking down I remembered that the one person who actually knew more of what we were doing here was.. unavailable at the current moment. Well, him and Angel but Angel was somewhere else. I sure hoped we could find him easily once we left the terminal.

Unsure of who exactly we'd be meeting, I wondered if either Charles or I would recognize anyone and vice versa. The only people that I knew from Sunnydale or what used to be Sunnydale were Willow and Faith. Let's just hope one of them decided to join us.

Pushing Wesley's wheelchair through the exit gate, I raised a brow when he mumbled something after my going over a bump. Excuse me, mister lost his marbles. Shaking my head, I looked around the waiting area for any kind of familiar face. I scanned the faces of everyone waiting for people to get off the plane and finally saw someone I hadn't seen in nearly a year. Faith. With her was a blonde who I could only assume was Buffy. After three years I finally had a face to go with the name and hundreds of stories I'd heard.

Nodding to Charles, I pushed down on Wesley's chair towards the two of them. "Hi," I said once we'd stopped. Smiling a little, I looked at Faith then to Buffy who were both eyeing Wesley and Lorne with confused looks. "They, um.." I glanced over at Charles. "Well, they weren't exactly having the best flight experiences so they decided to do a little 'someting' about that. "Hi Faith," I said with a small smile again. "I take it your Buffy?" I asked. "I'm Fred." Hearing another quiet mumble from Wesley, I patted his head lightly. Well at least we had two slayers to help with the bags since we were minus a Watcher and a green demon.

[lornegreen]

Oh, my beautiful hair. Ruined. If I had any influence left in this godforsaken world, (which, clearly, I don't - you can thank my hefty haul-ass out of my W&H job for that one), I would be writing considerably long letters of complaints to certain hair-care product companies.

Thank goodness we were off the plane though, which was a relief to me, enough so that I figured I could put my current grievances with my not-so-lucious locks aside for a moment to silently celebrate that I didn't come crashing to the earth in a gigantic ball of flames. Phew!

I really wish I could see something - anything! I could hear us get into the airport itself (something that made me jittery to be honest, and was growing ever increasingly thankful for the cover, despite the fact it had completely obliterated anything I had that resembled a decent hairstyle), and hoped it wouldn't take long for them to cart my unmoving ass somewhere out of public view.

I knew right off the bat I was doing better than Wesley. Whatever it was that the flight attendant had given us had reacted much differently with my other-worldly Pylean genetic make-up (that was Fred-speak for any of you who didn't catch that), I figured I would be able to pull out of this sooner than he would. I could at least get mumbles out, and maybe if I tried hard enough, I could get a word or two out.

"Mmpnhhbbthh," I sputtered. Great, do we have any babies lying around who might be able to translate that for me?!

[_gunn_charles_]

Well lookie here, if it aint the welcoming committee. I recognized Faith at the same time Fred did. “I guess that’s Buffy,” I muttered, looking at the tiny blond next to Faith. What the fuck? Are all Slayers this tiny? Is that some sorta job requirement? ‘must be small and skinny’. Kinda freaky if ya ask me. Cause no one did, so what the hell.

I followed Fred toward the two and nodded when she introduced herself. “Hi,” I said, raisin’ an amused eyebrow at Lorne when he started to mumble. “I’m Charles Gunn, you can call me Gunn. I think you already know sleepin’ beauty there, and this one is Lorne.” Patting Lorne on the shoulder when he mumbled again, I leaned in a bit closer. “What’s that Lorne? No, we aint getting you any marbles now.”

They were so never gonna live this down. Gotta take advantage of every opportunity they give. Oh yeah, and they sure as hell gave us one.

“So I guess we go collect our luggage?” I continued, straightening up. “We were hopin’ you two could kinda help us? Since these two are out for the count.” Wesley started to shift a little in his chair, but showed no signs of wakin’ up any time soon. Wonder if this is gonna leave a headache like a hangover. Well, he aint unfamiliar with those now is he? Best get some Tylenol though and whatever Lorne takes for that kinda thing.

“And find Angel,” I added, glancing if I could see any sign of the big brooding lug of a vampire.

[angelbuffy]

The situation would have been funny if I wasn't so confused. The only person that I recognized was in a chair...sleeping, or passed out? The people that were carrying them didn't seem worried, so I didn't really have a reason to be. I had a damn well reason to be curious though.

Fred had introduced herself, as did Char-- Gunn. and I gave them both a reassuring smile, still looking at Wesley.

"Yeah, I'm Buffy. It's really great to finally meet all you..."

Okay, so I was still distracted with the fact that 2 of them weren't competent. Wesley being one of them, and..something being the other one. So this was Angel's group. Speaking of, where the hell was he?

Just as I thought that, Gunn mentioned his name. It was sunny out when they left LA for here, so I could see why he wasn't coming out of that plane.

I heard Gunn asking if they could have help. I jumped at the thought, because I felt guilty starting. It wasn't obvious, no.

"Of course." I waited a couple seconds before I walked over to Fred. "What's wrong with them, and did Angel take a later flight or something?"

I wondered if I was the only one that was confused here. Faith, well. She just looked like she was going to snicker at all of them.

[badass_faith]

Well, look at this bunch. Wow, so these are the people that work with Angel. Wes, he's always been down with the hunting and slaying. Gunn? He seems like a cool guy. I like him. He reminds me of myself. Except for him having a dick, thing. Oh, and the black thing.

This Fred character, I'm not sure. She must be the brainy one. She sure as hell doesn't look like she can fight. Talk about skin and bones. And, the green one. Lorne. I think that's his name. Nice suit.

These people were new to me. Now, I can see why Angel needed me and Buffy. I looked at all of them. "I'm Faith. Me and Wes, go way back." I winked at Wes and he smirked. "If you need us, like B said, of course we will."

B, asked if Angel took a later flight. I looked around and didn't see him. "Yeah, where is he?" I looked at B, again. She really needs to stop being noticeable. The nerves are still flowin' from earlier! "Get it together, B", I whispered as I elbowed her. "He's probably hiding out in the luggage, or some shit. You know him." I laughed a bit.

[freddles]

Grinning and holding back a laugh, I held a hand in front of my face at Charles' comment to the mumbling Lorne. Maybe his mumbles were a good thing. I mean, it had to be better than snuggling with Wesley on the floor of a plane, right? In any case, he sure looked like he was doing better at the waking up part than Wesley here who was out cold.

I turned back to look at both Faith and Buffy and smiled again. Nodding to Charles at the mention of Angel, I wondered if he'd gotten out of the plane alright. Too bad one of us couldn't have ridden down there with him. The only logical one to have ridden with him would've been Lorne and he wouldn't hear of it. Not that I blame him. I mean, who would want to ride halfway across the country in a luggage compartment. Well, Angel but I doubt he actually wanted to be there.

"Angel? Yeah. He rode.. in the luggage compartment. No guarentees on daylight and without those protected windows anymore, we couldn't risk the boss getting extra crispy." Nice one, Fred. Smiling again, I shrugged.

"He should be waiting for us down at baggage claim if he was able to get off the plane alright." Well, that and if he actually remembered that's where he needed to meet us. I wouldn't put it past Angel to be somewhere totally different or to have gotten distracted and gone into one of the shops around the airport.

[lornegreen]

I continued to hear the voices, especally those of Fred and Gunn, which were twinged with amusement whenever they spoke of either Wesley or myself. I'll show them. I'll show the both of them ... I just have to wake up.

Unlike Wesley over there, good ole' demon Lorne had that extra oomph of mystical brain function, and I'm sort of thinking it might be the reason why I am able to still hear everything else around me. I pooled all the will I possibly had, forcing myself to overcome the pharmaceutical wool over my eyes. It was hard, kinda like when you're dreaming and you want to run but you just cant get your legs to work. But I managed to move my hand, squeezing my fingers and inadvertantly pinching myself in the thigh. "OW!" I shrieked, and my eyes shot open. Wow, that whole 'pinch me, i'm dreaming' thing actually works. Go figure.

"I'm awake," I mumbled in a barely audible voice. I was able to reach up and pull the towel off my head. Good Lord, I could even feel my hair-disaster. I looked up at everyone. "Uh, hey gang," I said. "I think I found my marbles."

I gave them all a reluctant yet sheepish smile.

[angelbuffy]

We had everything squared away. Everyone that was coming was accounted for...well mostly. At least we knew where Angel was, and there wasn't a sign of an panic from Fred and Gunn about the two that weren't conscious. Maybe I had been out of the game for too long. Yeah, there were some major baddies here, but I hadn't exactly fought them yet. Maybe I was still hung up on not fighting at all, maybe I was back in Rome.

Whatever the case, I had to get out of there.

I turned my head quickly at the sound of "ow", then smiled at the newly awakened...Lorne? was it? I still didn't know what he was, but telling by the way he dressed, I got the idea that he was completely harmless...and oddly cheerful.

The didn't have many bags with them in hand, but I sensed that they still needed help. I grabbed a bag from Freds shoulder, and motioned them follow me to the baggage claim. I remembered exactly where it was from when I had arrived here.

I didn't want to talk about what we were going to be faced with, here, but there was this awkward silence here now. I was still curious to know if they actually wanted to be here. Even though it was rhetorical.

"So...did you guys have a good flight out here?"

I started going down the steps.

[_gunn_charles_]

Guess we didn't make much of an impression toward Faith last time we met. Then again, we been to busy with the whole Angelus catchin'. Still was very fuzzy on that whole thing, dunno why. Seems we all were, not worth wastin' time over really. Instead I just nodded my hello's again and let Fred do the talkin'. She's good with the talkin'. Better then me anyway. Usually, I thought, wincin' at her remark.

Usually Wes would do the talkin', but he's still in lala land. Wonder if he found his marbles there. Looks like Lorne did. I snorted at that, patting my friend on the well-padded shoulders. "That's nice, Lorne. You just keep holdin' onto them kay?" Snickerin' I turned the wheelchair 'round and glanced at Wes. Nope, still out cold. Boy man, he's gonna have the hangover from hell if you ask me. Gonna steer clear of him for a bit.

"We had," I replied to Buffy's question. "Till the both of them here freaked. Well, Wes freaked and Lorne dove into the bottle. Till they someone gave them a happy flight pill." Right, mental note to self: Find the flight attendant who did that. A certain someone might want to have a talk with her.

We kept walkin' toward where we were gonna pick up the luggage. Was kinda hopin' to meet Angel there. I mean, he was in the luggage. With. With the luggage. Unless he got distracted by something shiny and new. Swear, for a two hundred and whatever year old vamp? He was like a kid at times. I craned my neck to see if I could see Angel already. Though, with his bulk, I shouldn't actually have to crane my neck.

"How's it going there, Lorne?" I asked, grinnin' at the silly smile on his face. Oh yeah, he sure found his marbles. Uh huh.