Giles and Fred woke up early the following morning in time to see the sun rise over the ocean. After watching it, they went back to the hotel room and gathered the weapons Giles would need in order to help him get Wesley's soul back. With a heavy heart, Giles allowed Fred to take him to the firm in Rome, both of them appearing right outside the building.
"There's a way for me to get in. Cordelia gave me instructions," he said, waving the piece of paper around. "I'm going to need you to guard the entrance and make sure nothing comes in after me, I suppose." He gripped his hand around the weapon and took Fred to the side of the building.
Turning to look at her, Giles took a deep breath. "Remember one thing, all right? Please remember I love you and I always will," he whispered as he leaned forward and softly kissed her. "I'll be back soon."
Giles pulled himself up into the air duct and started to follow the map Cordelia had given him. When he got above the room, he kicked the vent and dropped down into the room. The Por'tak demon turned around and roared at him as Giles looked over at the shelf of artifacts. He saw the knife and started moving toward it as the demon moved closer to him.
The sunrise had been beautiful. Probably the most beautiful thing Fred had ever seen, mainly because she had a chance to share it with Rupert. But now they were in Rome, outside Wolfram and Hart.
Looking up at the building, Fred felt her chest tighten. It looked exactly like the office in Los Angeles, right down to the glass. The house of Death. The place that had killed her. And now she was about the let the man she loved go inside to rescue the soul of the man she had also loved.
Looking up at Rupert, she nodded when he told her that he had a map to the room and needed her to guard the entrance to make sure no one came after him. If she couldn't do anything else, she was going to make sure she did this.
"I love you too," she whispered before watching his disappear into the duct.
Once she couldn't see him anymore, she turned around, watching for guards. She knew that sometimes, the L.A. branch had demon guards patrol the grounds when there was something inside the building that needed protecting. She wasn't sure if they considered Wesley important enough, but she wasn't taking any chances.
As she waited, she became more agitated. Then suddenly, she felt the hair on the back of her neck start prickling and turned to find a security demon standing behind her.
"Hey...hi...we were called to come out because there was problem with one of the duct systems and the air conditioning won't shut off in the science lab, which is really messing up the experiments in there and...you're not buying this, are you?"
The guard roared and rushed her, and immediately Fred's wings popped out, protecting her as she was knocked down.
Giles dodged the demon and run to the shelf. The knife was tied down so he pulled on it but before he could get it off the shelf, the demon reared up and slashed it's claws across his back. He screamed out at the white hot pain, knowing the demon's claws were poisonous and he only had a short amount of time to get the knife, and released Wesley's soul.
Picking himself off the floor, his blood dripping onto the white floor, he flung himself at the shelf again. The demon roared and Giles quickly turned and pushed the weapon through the creature's hearts. It roared out again before falling to the floor. Giles looked at it for a moment as he tried hard to catch his breath. He could feel his body start to warm up from the poison so he quickly pulled the knife down.
With his breath labored, Giles went through the duct again and slowly crawled through it. He felt weak and could feel droplets of blood falling from his nose. The poison was fast-acting and often made a person's blood extremely thin, which made them bleed to death.
Giles got to the end of the vent and fell out, and onto the ground. One of the demon guards had Fred on the ground and he picked up one of the swords and cut it's head off before falling to his knees. He looked at Fred's blurry figure and coughed, his blood filling up with blood. With the knife in his hand, he quietly muttered the spell and the knife started to glow before Wesley's soul broke free and went upward.
Dropping the knife, Giles looked at Fred. "I'm sorry, Fred," he choked out as he reached out to touch her face. She was warm and he shivered, wanting to curl up on her arms. "I should've told you. I'm sorry." His breath rattled in his chest and he continued to touch her. "Thank you for giving me a purpose. Thank you for loving me. Wesley's free now."
Falling back, he hit the pavement hard and he closed his eyes. He then forced them back open and looked at Fred again. And with his last breath, he whispered, "I love you," as his world turned to black and his heart stopped beating.
Fred had been trying to reach for the sword that had been knocked out of her hand when suddenly the weight on top of her went slack and slumped over. Pushing the now headless guard off her, she saw Rupert there with the knife and let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank God," she cried as she scrambled up. "I thought--."
It was then that she noticed the blood on his mouth and dripping from his nose. She stared at him in shock for a moment, not believing what she was seeing until he suddenly fell.
"Rupert!" she cried, dropping down next to him and pulling him into her arms. Oh, God, his back was torn up, and there was blood everywhere! "No, no, no. Rupert, you can't--no, please. I love you too. Don't die. Please, don't die!"
She let out an anguished scream as she felt him go limp in her arms. He couldn't die. He couldn't leave her! She needed him. She had already lost everyone else she cared about.
Suddenly, she heard a noise and saw more guards. Wrapping her arms around Rupert, she spirited them away, appearing in his flat, on the bed where they had first made love. Holding his body close, she sat there, rocking him as she sobbed, praying for Cordy - or someone - to hear her.
"There's a way for me to get in. Cordelia gave me instructions," he said, waving the piece of paper around. "I'm going to need you to guard the entrance and make sure nothing comes in after me, I suppose." He gripped his hand around the weapon and took Fred to the side of the building.
Turning to look at her, Giles took a deep breath. "Remember one thing, all right? Please remember I love you and I always will," he whispered as he leaned forward and softly kissed her. "I'll be back soon."
Giles pulled himself up into the air duct and started to follow the map Cordelia had given him. When he got above the room, he kicked the vent and dropped down into the room. The Por'tak demon turned around and roared at him as Giles looked over at the shelf of artifacts. He saw the knife and started moving toward it as the demon moved closer to him.
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Looking up at the building, Fred felt her chest tighten. It looked exactly like the office in Los Angeles, right down to the glass. The house of Death. The place that had killed her. And now she was about the let the man she loved go inside to rescue the soul of the man she had also loved.
Looking up at Rupert, she nodded when he told her that he had a map to the room and needed her to guard the entrance to make sure no one came after him. If she couldn't do anything else, she was going to make sure she did this.
"I love you too," she whispered before watching his disappear into the duct.
Once she couldn't see him anymore, she turned around, watching for guards. She knew that sometimes, the L.A. branch had demon guards patrol the grounds when there was something inside the building that needed protecting. She wasn't sure if they considered Wesley important enough, but she wasn't taking any chances.
As she waited, she became more agitated. Then suddenly, she felt the hair on the back of her neck start prickling and turned to find a security demon standing behind her.
"Hey...hi...we were called to come out because there was problem with one of the duct systems and the air conditioning won't shut off in the science lab, which is really messing up the experiments in there and...you're not buying this, are you?"
The guard roared and rushed her, and immediately Fred's wings popped out, protecting her as she was knocked down.
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Picking himself off the floor, his blood dripping onto the white floor, he flung himself at the shelf again. The demon roared and Giles quickly turned and pushed the weapon through the creature's hearts. It roared out again before falling to the floor. Giles looked at it for a moment as he tried hard to catch his breath. He could feel his body start to warm up from the poison so he quickly pulled the knife down.
With his breath labored, Giles went through the duct again and slowly crawled through it. He felt weak and could feel droplets of blood falling from his nose. The poison was fast-acting and often made a person's blood extremely thin, which made them bleed to death.
Giles got to the end of the vent and fell out, and onto the ground. One of the demon guards had Fred on the ground and he picked up one of the swords and cut it's head off before falling to his knees. He looked at Fred's blurry figure and coughed, his blood filling up with blood. With the knife in his hand, he quietly muttered the spell and the knife started to glow before Wesley's soul broke free and went upward.
Dropping the knife, Giles looked at Fred. "I'm sorry, Fred," he choked out as he reached out to touch her face. She was warm and he shivered, wanting to curl up on her arms. "I should've told you. I'm sorry." His breath rattled in his chest and he continued to touch her. "Thank you for giving me a purpose. Thank you for loving me. Wesley's free now."
Falling back, he hit the pavement hard and he closed his eyes. He then forced them back open and looked at Fred again. And with his last breath, he whispered, "I love you," as his world turned to black and his heart stopped beating.
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"Oh, thank God," she cried as she scrambled up. "I thought--."
It was then that she noticed the blood on his mouth and dripping from his nose. She stared at him in shock for a moment, not believing what she was seeing until he suddenly fell.
"Rupert!" she cried, dropping down next to him and pulling him into her arms. Oh, God, his back was torn up, and there was blood everywhere! "No, no, no. Rupert, you can't--no, please. I love you too. Don't die. Please, don't die!"
She let out an anguished scream as she felt him go limp in her arms. He couldn't die. He couldn't leave her! She needed him. She had already lost everyone else she cared about.
Suddenly, she heard a noise and saw more guards. Wrapping her arms around Rupert, she spirited them away, appearing in his flat, on the bed where they had first made love. Holding his body close, she sat there, rocking him as she sobbed, praying for Cordy - or someone - to hear her.
"Bring him back. Please bring him back."
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