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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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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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."