Return to Boston (for Kara)
It had been one of Darla's more bewildering weeks. Not on a par with the aftermath of Angel getting cursed with a soul, or with her first days as a human after her resurrection, but certainly memorable, mostly because of the catastrophes which didn't happen.
After Kara had left to slay the Fendu demon who had attacked Tucker Wells and to join the boys at their cabin, Darla had been uncertain whether to return to Boston, go to New York or remain in Maine just in case. This became something less of a dilemma when Angel called her with the good news that Connor's abilities had been restored. As he didn't just sound relieved about it but somewhat embarassed, Darla suspected something else must have happened in New York, but wasn't about to ask, as Angel announced he'd join her in Maine.
Her job in Boston was lost ever since she first tracked Kara down in Lewiston. After Kara's continued posts showed she had defeated the Fendu and was more or less free of suicidal depression, there seemed to be no immediate need to find her; on the other hand, Darla was certain that if she and Angel were to leave the state, the next thing they'd hear would be that the Wells & Meers duo had managed to set their cabin on fire and Kara was in a hospital somewhere with too many burns even for a Slayer to heal. Or, failing that, that the three of them had decided to get married. Besides, returning to Boston would mean that dreary mortal thing, a job hunt.
All of which resulted in Darla and Angel deciding on a spontanous car journey through Maine. They did check whether someone had seen Kara, Tucker or Warren in each of the places they visited, but to be entirely truthful, their destinations were mostly chosen for the lighthouses and the views they offered. It had been a while since they had travelled as they used to in the old days, and an even longer while since they were alone together. And Todd's limousine offered enough protection from sunlight for Angel to drive it. If they weren't wondering how Kara was doing in the aftermath of all the various almost-deaths and let-downs or when the Osborn boy and their son would manage their next crisis, they were enjoying themselves. (Except for the night where Angel confessed he had almost committed the same idiocy as Connor had done because he hadn't wanted his son to take an untested drug; thankfully, this time said idiocy had been prevented, but that did not stop Darla from coming up with some not-pleasure inducing methods of torment.) They had nearly visited all the towns and villages they could find, and the catastrophe Darla was somehow expecting still hadn't happened, when they received a phone call from an annoyed Kara telling them she had returned to Boston, and why were they not there?
They took the evening flight from Bangor to Boston.
After Kara had left to slay the Fendu demon who had attacked Tucker Wells and to join the boys at their cabin, Darla had been uncertain whether to return to Boston, go to New York or remain in Maine just in case. This became something less of a dilemma when Angel called her with the good news that Connor's abilities had been restored. As he didn't just sound relieved about it but somewhat embarassed, Darla suspected something else must have happened in New York, but wasn't about to ask, as Angel announced he'd join her in Maine.
Her job in Boston was lost ever since she first tracked Kara down in Lewiston. After Kara's continued posts showed she had defeated the Fendu and was more or less free of suicidal depression, there seemed to be no immediate need to find her; on the other hand, Darla was certain that if she and Angel were to leave the state, the next thing they'd hear would be that the Wells & Meers duo had managed to set their cabin on fire and Kara was in a hospital somewhere with too many burns even for a Slayer to heal. Or, failing that, that the three of them had decided to get married. Besides, returning to Boston would mean that dreary mortal thing, a job hunt.
All of which resulted in Darla and Angel deciding on a spontanous car journey through Maine. They did check whether someone had seen Kara, Tucker or Warren in each of the places they visited, but to be entirely truthful, their destinations were mostly chosen for the lighthouses and the views they offered. It had been a while since they had travelled as they used to in the old days, and an even longer while since they were alone together. And Todd's limousine offered enough protection from sunlight for Angel to drive it. If they weren't wondering how Kara was doing in the aftermath of all the various almost-deaths and let-downs or when the Osborn boy and their son would manage their next crisis, they were enjoying themselves. (Except for the night where Angel confessed he had almost committed the same idiocy as Connor had done because he hadn't wanted his son to take an untested drug; thankfully, this time said idiocy had been prevented, but that did not stop Darla from coming up with some not-pleasure inducing methods of torment.) They had nearly visited all the towns and villages they could find, and the catastrophe Darla was somehow expecting still hadn't happened, when they received a phone call from an annoyed Kara telling them she had returned to Boston, and why were they not there?
They took the evening flight from Bangor to Boston.