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Continued from hereGripping my scythe I nodded in agreement to Wes. I stopped to really look at him and I saw hurt and loneliness in his eyes. A feeling I have well known for many years. Especially the loneliness. Never in my life have I been so alone when I became the slayer. But now that I'm not the only one it helps but since I'm here with alot

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It's kind of funny how me and Wes were actually getting along. I knew we didn't exactly see eye to eye in Sunnydale but that was because of certain situations that couldn't really have been avoided. And I've grown up alot since high school and listening to people has been something I had to learn.

Plus, in a time like this, we need to be able to listen to everyone. Not only that but Wes is the one person so far who's here with me and helping me and vice versa. I mean if Angel and some of the others who knew me would have known about this then I'm almost positive they'd do the same but I didn't want them to know. I don't need them worrying about me and dropping everything else to help me. Which Wes shouldn't do either but he was stubborn like me.

And sometimes I needed that little extra push which is what Giles and the gang always did for me. And this has all opened my eyes alot wider than what they were. I knew I couldn't just brood around, if we were going to beat all of this, we had to be positive and try. Not just sit around thinking it won't get better. Which is why I agreed to go with Wes, well that and wanting to help any way I can. I didn't exactly want him going in here alone.

I smiled slightly at Wes' comment with the books. "That or no one would have the guts to do it seeing as how this whole firm would come down on them. And it would make it impossible to get out the doors with one of them. It's worth a shot." I needed a fight. Haven't had one for a couple of days now and I was beginning to get twitchy. Also not good. But agian alot of those fights get me into more trouble than I wanted.

I nodded at Wes following him to the door. I took a breath and gripped the scythe as we walked out into the open. Everything seemed normal. Well that was until we took a few more steps and some loud alarm type things were going off. I looked all around me as everyone began to run around and panick. That's when I saw securtiy with weapons. The security was made up of all sorts of demons and humans. Well this should be interesting.

I ran up to the crowd of security people and began fighting. I broke out and took the biggest of the demons. After diving at him I quickly flipped back to my feet with much pain and faced off with him. He came at me with a big fist and I dodged it following it up wiyth a spinning back hand and side kick. He fell back and I took on the next demon, punches and kicks flying every which way and my scythe clinging agaisnt other weapons.

"Wes! Go! I'll handle these guys. We're not leaving until we know." Swinging my scythe I cutin half about three swords that three demons were holding. Killing half the demons I fought off the humans until they were just knocked unconcious. There were just a few demons left but they seemed to just keep coming. Not good.

[_wes_pryce_]

"The hell I will," I growled, knocking one of the demons unconscious with the book. I winced on behalf of the book, shrugged, and then tossed it aside. Reaching behind me I pulled out my shotgun and advanced on the group Buffy was tearing into. Apparently she'd not been able to play Slayer for quite a long time if the damage she was doing was anything to go by.

Things had been going more or less smoothly up until now. I would figure we'd hit a snag somewhere along the line. For once I wished we'd be able to go smoothly all the way. Of course that's not meant to be. The alarms were still blaring, people running around screaming, doors to offices slamming shut as Buffy and I took on the group of security people. But there only seemed to be coming more.

One of the humans was advancing on Buffy from behind with a tazer. Fool. And really not very fair. Aiming my gun, I shot through both his kneecaps and then whirled around to shoot an approaching demon through its eye. "We need to get to the lab," I told Buffy once we were back to back. The security had retreated for a moment, carefully eying us, probably trying to come up with a better strategy.

"If we make a run for it, remind me not to forget the book," I muttered, whirling around to shoot a human guard as he aimed a gun at us and fired. I could feel the bullet rip through the fabric of my shirt, grazing skin, but that was it. Still it pissed me off, they were damn lucky it wasn't wearing my jacket. "Your call Buffy, you're the one with the battle experience." Well, so was I, but that wasn't the point here.

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Ok those alarms were really starting to hurt my ears. Not exactly the lightest alarms I've ever heard. Come to think of it, the initiative alarms were alot softer than these ones. It just seemed to make the screaming and panicking louder as I saw people running and slamming doors. Just as I had finsihed off most of the demons and knocked the humans unconicous I paused looking for an easy escape route to the lab.

I didn't pause too long because more demons were coming our way. They must have very extensive security. I told Wes to run but he wasn't about to listen to me, not now. Grtitting through the pain in my leg I began fighting again until I heard a couple of gun shots. I looked behind me as Wes had just shot some guy's kneecaps. Ok guns work too, not the best weapon of choice but if it works no complaints here.

I nodded at him knowing the guy was coming at me from behind and he took care of it for me. "Thanks!" I yelled back at him and faced foreward seeing a really big slimy gross demon thing coming my way. I positioned my scythe and nailed him between the legs. With some force I brought the scythe all the way up, slicing the demon in half.

Wes and I were now back to back. I looked around and continued to see more oncoming demons and people with tazers. The odds weren't very good and my instincts were telling me to run on this one. I watched as the crack security stood a few feet from us, looking to see where to attack next. My eyes darted around trying to decide what to do. "Ok, there's not exactly an opening in this crowed so I'm thinking I'll flip over them and grab the book and while they are distracted, make a run for the gap inbetween them. Then we'll make a run for the lab. You'll need to lead seeing as how I don't really know my way around here."

Before he could answer I took a breath and ran as fast as I could towards the group of security. I could feel the stitches tearing but I kept running until I got close enough. I jumped and did a summersalt in the air and landing on my feet. But soon after I collapsed. My leg gave out on me. I shook it off as I grabbed the book and used the scythe to get back up. I waited for Wes to go through now that they were coming after me.

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Nodding at her plan I gave her a worried look. I didn't really like it. Scratch that, I didn’t like it one bit. I'd seen the way she'd been favoring her good leg. Which could only mean that her wounded leg was not doing so well. Dammit, she had better not have pulled those stitches or I'll be forced to pull out my ten minute lecture at the very least.

Before I could make any alterations in her plan, or get in a word edgewise, she was on her way. "Showoff," I muttered when she made a salto mortale to get over the crowd of inept security people. No, seriously. You'd think with such a high prestigious firm as Wolfram and Hart, they'd have that better covered. But it would be quite the opposite, as I had already found out at our Grande tour a while back.

I winded when she collapsed instead of doing her usual graceful land. Oh yes, that does it. Her leg is not doing well. Getting my gun ready I checked my arm, wrinkling my nose at the bloodstain there. Great, another shirt ruined. I do not get paid enough for this shit. Hell, I don't get paid at all.

Waiting until she grabbed the book, I aimed my gun and shot the guards on either side of her. I didn't really care if they were human, they were evil. And that was that. Why should we kill evil demons with ease, but not do the same with humans if our live was at stake. Which it was at the moment. Very much so.

Taking off in a run, I grabbed Buffy's hand as I passed her and started toward where I recalled the lab being. "Now would be a good time to show off those Slayer abilities to run very fast, Miss Summers!" Taking a sharp left turn, I tugged her into a hallway and then ran to the right. "Next time we're taking the good old fashioned air ventilations system," I muttered as I tried to get rid of those guards.

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I kept my eyes on all the demons that were in front of me. Ok that should buy him a good couple of minutes or so I thought. In theory it worked, but theories don't always play out as I'd liked them to. Finally getting up with the help of my scythe I decided that using my good leg would be good right about now. I could already hear Wesley's lecture about all of this especially pulling the stitches and still trying stupid things even with the wound. But in situations like this, I don't tend to listen to authortiy figures. Which is one thing Giles never liked and I probably gave him alot of gray hair over worrying about me so much. Again it was unnecessary. I knew my limits and I can take care of myself.

So my judgement was off, but right now all I could think about was getting done what we had come here for. And it's about time I got off my butt and did something besides just mope around. Brooding wasn't me and I knew it. I now realized this when coming to do this for Wes and the team. I just couldn't see it before with all the grief that overwhelmed me and the feeling of helplessness.

But I was finally back into the swing of things. No pun intended. I watched as the guards came at me. Ok Wes now would be a really time to get over here. I took and held a breath as I heard two gun shots go at the two guards coming on both sides of me. I let out the breath with relief. I never liked guns, ever since that incident with Darla, I tend to avoid them.

I saw Wes run but then all was a slight blur until I felt him grab my hand and I grabbed his as he ran with me following behind him. Gritting my teeth I ran just enough to keep up with Wes. That's when I noticed blood on my other hand that had touched his arm slightly in the process of the quick pick me up he just did. "I can do the running thing. Wes? Are you alright? You're hurt!" I said looking at where the blood seeped through his jacket.

We continued to run and I felt him tug me around the corner as he took a very sharp turn. Wincing I kept up. I looked at the guards and realized they were vamps. Smiling slightly I pulled the stake from my coat and threw it through one of the vamp's hearts. I pulled the other stake I had in my back pocket and nailed the other one. "Guards taken care of, check." I said while still running.

[_wes_pryce_]

"We'll worry about that later!" I yelled back over my shoulder as we kept on running. "Your leg isn't exactly in good shape either." There will be a lecture later; she can bloody count on that. Oh yes, I'd carefully stitch it up again, since that's the only thing I can do right now. But really, does she need to make all those damn heroic moves? Who does she think she is? Wonder woman?

Rounding the corner I could hear the familiar 'swish' in the air from vampires turning to dust which told me that Buffy had taken care of our chasers. Good, that'll buy us more time. With all the scents here they shouldn't be able to follow us normally. But I'm bleeding and she's a slayer, we're making it damn easy for them as it is.

Finally spotting the small lift for maintenance, I skit to a halt and press the button. "They'll be expecting us to take the stairs. And quite frankly with your leg, I don't think that's very wise." The lift pinged, and I pulled her into it, pressing the button I knew would lead us right to the lab. In fact, it would stop right in the middle of the lab on the far end. That should give us plenty of time to... Do what exactly? We need answers, but besides the book, we've no idea what to look for. Other then rumors.

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I continued to run and match my pace with Wesley's. Although it became more of a run and limp combination with all the running. The pain was intense but I had to stay focused and try to ignore it. I've ignored pain before, it's something that I had to learn especially with all the fights and whatnot. So it wasn't the smartest thing to be trying to be the big hero, but I wasn't about to not try. Whether it hurt me more or not. This is what I do. To fight and help people. It's my destiny and there's no esacaping it. I've even died twice to save the world.

I could already here the lecture I was going to get from Wes. I't not like I expected anything less. He still is a watcher and I'm still a slayer. Slayer and watcher or not, I think he had more of the person to person feeling about this and I knew the lecture was going to be like that. I've survived many from Giles so I was well prepared to take it from Wes as well.

But there was no time to worry about that right at this moment. I looked at his arm and back to him. "Point taken loud and clear." I said still folowing behind him with his hand gripped with mine.

We got to some lift and he pushed the button pulling me into it. I took a breath for the entire second that I could take a little break. I stood there looking at him. "Good plan. Seeing as how mine would have been the reckless one. It's a flaw." I said as we got to the lab and the lift door opened.

[_wes_pryce_]

Finally letting go of her hand, I leaned back against the lift wall and caught my breath. I blinked at her words and it took me some time to process. Did she just pay me another compliment? Someone really ought to stop the presses; this’ll be a whole issue of the new Council Paper. Good lord, if someone would've told me a few years back that Buffy Summers would not only agree with me, but would actually give me a compliment? I'd have them committed.

"Well," I started, giving her a mock serious frown. "That's why I'm the brain and you're the brawns. And look how well it's working out so far." The corners of my mouth twitch a little at her look and I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing. Because that would've really not been very appropriate at the moment. The lift door opened and I narrowed my eyes.

I put my hand one door, to keep it from closing again. As I leaned in to peer around it, I noticed some blood had seeped down and had gathered in my hand. Wiping it on my jeans, I peered around the corner. It was eerily silent here in comparison to the blaring alarm a few floors down. "Looks like the coast is clear here," I whispered at her over my shoulder.

Narrowing my eyes, I took a step into the lab and glanced around. This is where Fred would've worked if we'd taken the deal. She. Angel, who knows. It would've been a dream job for her, a place close to heaven. I'm quite glad none of them took the offer. It would've killed them one by one. "Alright, let's see if we can find out anything."

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I looked over at Wes who looked like he was about to burst out laughing from the remark he made about him being the brains and me the brawns. Ok so I know I've been being nice to Wes so far with paying him compliments and whatnot, but I can be sarcastic just as well as he could. It was probably more shocking to him that I did actually agree with him and compliment him for once. Well just a few times, I didn't exactly listen to him at all when we were fighting.

I've changed. Plus all that's going on around us, it's not exactly the best time to be snarky or mean. Eevryone has to work together in order for us to beat this thing. And if not, then we fall apart and evil wins. Can't have that, so I'm playing nice with Wes. And he wasn't as bad as he was when he first came to Sunnydale. We've both grown up and became adults, leaving behind the meaness and stubborness towards eachother.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Hey, I have both brains and brawns. You know I did come up with the plan to squash the first, plus many other plans that worked out quite well thank you. I just mostly act on impulse. It helps when you're in a battle." I gave him a slight smile. He could hold his own I know, but still.

I looked over at him as he wiped blood on his jeans. That was worrying me. He shouldn't be bleeding that much and it's not like he can heal from it very fast. He is still human whether he thinks so or not. "Wes? Are you sure you'll be ok? Your wound doesn't look so good and I really don't think it's very healthy for it to be bleeding so much." I said with a slight frown. I wasn't going to let him die of blood loss.

He sort of half nodded at me as if he knew where I was going with this. I walked into the lab making sure the coast was clear. My scythe was strapped to my back just in case soemthing did go wrong again. I walked over to a few file cabinets. Not surprisingly they were locked. I tore them from the lock and began looking through them. "Let's hurry and find what we need before you or I happen to die when they catch us or from the wounds. So I'm guessing we look in medical records and recent experiments slash bringing people back from the dead?"

I began flipping through recent documents. They had to be important hence the being locked in a cabinet. I quickly read and was already not liking what I was reading...again. Maybe I should just not read anymore. It brings too much bad.

[_wes_pryce_]

"It was a joke, Miss Summers," I sighed. "You know us odd British types have an odd sense of humor." Which no one really got, apparently? I ought to talk to Giles about that. Wonder if it really is an English thing or if it's just me. Only Cordy got my jokes. Sometimes. Usually we just bickered a whole lot, which was fun on its own. God, I miss those times.

Stepping into the room, I glanced down at my arm and shrugged. "If I haven't bled to death from a cut throat, I'm hardly likely to bleed to death from a flesh wound. It's nothing really. The bullet just grazed the skin." I think. Ah well, not important right now.

Turning toward her, I give her small smile as we walk further into the room. "But thank you for caring." It's been a long time since anyone cared. Or even bothered to care. Actually, it's been so long I've no real idea how to react to it, so I just let it slide for now. Nodding at her words, we each take one of the filing cabinets. "Thanks," I give her another tiny smile as she rips off the lock. She's the brawn when it comes to that alright. I highly doubt I'll be able to rip off padlocks like that.

Riffling through these files make me sick to the stomach. I know there's a much larger file room downstairs in the basement. The one where I tried to save Lilah. And failed. "Fire wouldn't be eternal if it actually burned anything, Wes. Going through file after file, I keep looking for keywords, names, places anything which might help us pinpoint just what is true to the rumor I heard. There's nothing until I stumble upon a very thick folder about...Connor.

Frowning, I start at the beginning. "My god," I mutter, rather shocked to find out they've been keeping an eye on him since before he was even born. They've done tests with the blood they spiked Angel's with. They've had doctors at the hospital do other tests on him. Frowning, I lean against the file cabinet as I root through the file.

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I slightly rolled my eyes at his comment about it being a joke. I knew that, I just liked playing with him and Giles only cause they get frustrated when I do it. Those Briitish guys need to learn to lighten up. I'll have to remember to get him some tea later. I smiled a little at that thought. Giles always calmed down with tea. It's a British thing I guess. Me, I prefer a good old cup of coffee.

I gave Wes a sincere smile when he told me he was ok and I shouldn't worry about him. Well in his mind that works but in mine, it's a whole different story. I worried alot. Especially with people who I care about that are both friends and family. So it was no big for me, but to him it apparently was. "Welcome." I said.

I continued to flip through files getting kinda upset and worried at the same time. I grabbed files on Cordelia, Spike and a few others. I went to Spike's file first. It was kinda thick so I sat down on one of the chairs and began reading. They had everything on him. Then I fianlly got to the bad part. It says the spell or something was successful in bringing him back, but non corporeal. "Oh god." I said putting my hand to my mouth. I hurried and went to Cordy's which said the same thing.

I looked over at Wes. "By your 'my god' I take it you found something out too? These files say that Spike and Cordy were brought back and who knows who else they brought back. Their files must not be in here. I think we better go before we're caught."