Buffy didn't remember the traffic in LA being this bad or congested. She was sitting in a long line of cars, trying hard to get near downtown so she could go to the Hyperion Hotel. There was some pop song coming from the radio and she quickly turned it since it reminded her of Dawn, and what had happened. It'd been a few months since it'd happened, but Buffy still didn't like to think about it.
Everything was normal until suddenly one day they woke up and Giles had a daughter. Of course they thought she had always been there since their memories had been altered. It was Giles who had figured it out, and Buffy could remember the look in his eyes as he told Jenny and her. The daughter he adored so much was nothing but some mystical key.
But, Giles still treated Dawn like his daughter, and when Glory came after her, he protected her with his life. All of them did. And, when Dawn was taken, and put up on the tower, Giles sacrificed himself to save her.
The weeks following Giles death were a blur. They laid him to rest in England, and Jenny stepped up to take care of Dawn. There was a fight with the Council over the teenager, but Buffy had tried her best to make sure Dawn was safe with Jenny. After the adoption was final, Jenny and Dawn moved to Europe to get away from the memories of the Hellmouth and the man they'd both lost.
Giles, knowing how much Buffy was struggling with her slaying and the death of her mother, left an extensive library of books and research material. Willow understood it better, and while explaining it to her, they found an envelope addressed to Wesley. The girls figured Giles had wanted to send it before but was sidetracked by Glory and Dawn.
It was then that Buffy realized she was no longer needed in Sunnydale. It was where her friends lived, but it was also the place that held too many bad memories. When the tower had been built over the Hellmouth, the Hellmouth was destroyed when the portal was closed by Giles. Sunnydale was now Hellmouth-free and a Slayer was no longer needed. And, it was time for Buffy to move on.
She packed her bags, along with several boxes, and left Sunnydale. Her first stop was going to be LA. She figured she could stay there for a while and relax before finding someplace to go. But, first, she needed to give Wesley the envelope.
When the traffic started to move again, Buffy drove to the hotel. She was looking forward to Wesley, especially since she was going to give him all Giles' books. Buffy still felt bad about the way she'd treated him when he first was her Watcher, but over time she learned how to respect him, and actually like him a lot. She felt guilty because she hadn't had the chance to tell him about Giles' death yet.
Arriving at the hotel, Buffy felt her body tense. She wasn't looking forward to see Angel. At all. When she walked in, she was greeted by another girl.
"Hi, I'm Fred," the girl said with a smile. "Welcome to Angel Investigation. We help the helpless. Even though Angel isn't here right now. He had to go find himself even though I don't think he's really that lost but he said he was so he left and hasn't came back but we can still help you!"
Buffy grinned, thinking of how much Fred reminded her of Willow. She was also happy that Angel wasn't there. "I'm Buffy. Old friend of the gang. Is Wes around?" she asked.
"He's in his office," Fred said, pointing toward the door.
"Thanks," Buffy said before she moved around the counter. When she got to the opened door, she smiled when she saw Wesley pouring over his books. She always thought he was cute when he was bent over a book, but would never tell anyone that. "Hey," she finally said. "Got a few minutes for your ex-Slayer?"
When Wesley heard Fred start her introduction out at the reception desk, he couldn't help but smile a little. He had to give her credit for trying to both explain Angel's absence and reassure clients in the same breath. He also had to give her credit for actually making it through that whole thing in the same breath. It was quite endearing really, one of the things he had come to enjoy about her.
The client's response was too soft for him to hear, so he figured that he'd finish up what he was doing and go out to see what was going on. If this was a paying case, they'd have to take it, no matter what it was. He really didn't want to have to touch his trust if he could help it.
But before he could finish, he heard the familiar voice at the door to the office and looked up, only to see a fuzzy form in front of him. He then realized he had taken his glasses off, so he picked them up and put them back on, blinking a couple of times as his eyes focused. He couldn't believe it. "Buffy?" he said, getting up and walking over to her.
Sure enough, it was Buffy, and she was standing there.
"It's...of course, I have a few minutes for you. I have all the time in the world for you," he told her. "Please, come in. Fred, have you met Buffy? She's the one I told you about."
Smiling softly, Fred nodded as she came to the door. "We met out there just now."
"Oh, yes, of course you did." He felt a bit stupid for that, but he was just amazed to see Buffy of all people there. "How is everything? Is Rupert all right? I've been trying to reach him the last couple of months, but I haven't heard back from him, and I've been starting to get rather worried."
Buffy waited for Wesley to put his glasses on and smiled when he stood up. When he spoke to Fred, she turned and smiled at her before looking at Wes again. "Some things never change, do they? I can't remember how many times I had to throw something at you to get your attention in the library," she said.
When he mentioned Giles' name, Buffy visibly stiffened. She didn't know how she was going to tell him about what had happened. "That's the reason why I'm here." She went over to the couch and sat down before taking a deep breath. "Giles is gone. We tried to call you but some guy by the name of Gunn answered and said you were out of town and he didn't know when you'd be back. And then things got busy..."
She looked up at him and frowned. "I'm sorry, Wes, but Giles is dead. Dawn wasn't real. She was this mystical key, made by monks or something. All the memories you have of her, aren't real. Dawn was the key to opening a portal and this demon Glory wanted her. They built a tower over the Hellmouth and kidnapped her. Giles figured out a way to stop Dawn from dying and to close the portal, but he died in the process. The portal closed and destroyed the Hellmouth," Buffy quietly said.
"I'm sorry," Fred said.
"Thank you," Buffy said, giving her a watery smile. She turned her attention to Wesley and pulled out the envelope. "I found this in Giles' things. It's addressed to you so I decided I should bring it to you. And I have some of his books for you too. He would've wanted you to have them."
She stood a little and placed the envelope on the desk, but sitting back down and wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm going to spend a few days in LA, then I'm leaving. I don't know where but I'm not needed in Sunnydale anymore and the Council hates me, so I guess I'm finished with being a Slayer." Buffy had sometimes wished she could stop being a Slayer, but now that she wasn't needed, she didn't know where to go, or what to do.
Buffy's change of expression when he mentioned Rupert set alarms off in Wesley's head, especially when she said that he was the reason that she was there. When she said he was gone, his brow furrowed. Gone? She didn't mean...? He couldn't be...
Oh, God, she did mean. Sitting down heavily, Wesley felt his throat tighten as she explained what had happened.
Rupert had died. Died to save the girl he thought was his daughter. He was really gone.
Before he could say anything, ask after Jenny and Dawn, Buffy placed the envelope on his desk, not sure if he should open and read it now or wait. Part of him wanted to share what he had written with her, knowing how much she had meant to him, but part of him wanted to see what was in there first.
The envelope, however, was pushed aside when Buffy mentioned that she was going to be leaving after a few days, that she was done being a Slayer. He stood up, wanting to hug Buffy, but he wasn't sure that she would want him too. They had just managed to find an understanding before he had left - he didn't want to destroy that by doing something she didn't want him to.
"Buffy..." he said softly, looking over at Fred, hoping that she wouldn't mind what he was about to ask. Rupert would never have forgiven him if he had let her walk out of there, just like that. "If you want, you can stay here. I--you shouldn't be alone know, and Fred and I...we wouldn't mind the company. It is just the two of us here, and it's a big hotel."
Fred nodded and smiled, and Wesley wanted to kiss her for understanding. "I think that's a great idea. Stay with us, Buffy."
"If you still want to leave in a few days, we'll understand," Wes continued as he picked up the envelope.
Buffy felt her throat tighten when Wesley sat down next to her. Part of her wanted to fling her arms around him and cry. She'd received support from her friends, but she believed she had to be the strong one. It was her responsibility to make sure Dawn, and the rest of them, were handling Giles' death. It was something she knew Giles would've wanted her to do.
When Wes offered to let her stay there, tears came to Buffy's eyes. "I'd like that," she said, giving him a watery smile. "I don't remember the last time I had a good night sleep. It's been crazy with making sure Dawn was okay, and getting her moved to England with Jenny."
"We have a lot of room here. Wes and I sleep on the second floor. There's an empty room next to Wesley's," Fred said with a smile. She walked over to the desk and picked up a tissue and handed it to Buffy.
"Thanks, Fred," Buffy said as she took the tissue. She watched as Fred squeezed in beside Wes. It was obvious the girl liked him a lot, which made Buffy move away from Wesley. She didn't want to get in the way of Fred's feelings for him. And there was definitely feelings there, especially with the way Fred was looking at him.
"So, what's in the envelope?" Buffy asked. Maybe it was something to do with a demon she could kill.
Wesley gave Fred a grateful smile as she moved to sit down next to him on the couch, one again glad that she had decided to stay. Given everything that had happened to Buffy, having another woman around her would no doubt be a very good thing, especially if he screwed things up, which he often seemed to do. Especially when it came to women. Hell, he couldn't even ask Fred out.
And obviously, he had done something because Buffy suddenly moved away from him. He wanted to curse himself for whatever he had done to make her uncomfortable. At least she wasn't walking out, though. She looked like she badly needed someone to lean on.
When she asked about the envelope, he looked down at it then back up with her. "I...I thought I'd look at it later," he said, not wanting to add to whatever he had done. Then Fred nudged him gently, and he looked over at her, seeing her cast her eyes at the envelope with a look that said, Read it. So he nodded and opened it up, pulling the letter inside out and unfolding it.
"'Dear Wesley,'" he read before feeling his throat tighten as he realized this was the last thing Rupert had written to him before he had died. He cleared his throat to try to get it to loosen. "Sorry. 'Dear Wesley, It's midnight, and I'm sitting up, waiting for Buffy to return from patrolling. Jenny and Dawn are asleep upstairs. Dawn. Someday I hope I'll be able to explain the whole story about my beautiful daughter, but that's not the reason I'm writing this letter.'"
He looked over at Buffy at that. She had to tell him instead, and he could only imagine what that had to have been like. "'I've been doing a lot of researching into prophecies lately because of what's been going on here, and I found something I think you should now. That's why I'm writing this - so I don't forget and so I get it all down. I think I've found reference to a prophecy having to do with Angel. The problem is I don't have the complete key, and I'm not well-versed in the language, so I've only been able to decode certain phrases. Vampire with a soul. Father. Son. I'm going to send you the book I've found this in - perhaps you'll be able to translate it. There's also reference to something called the Niazian Scrolls that may help you complete the key to decode this."
His eyes moved down the next lines, and he paused for a moment before reading them. "Storms seem to be brewing, Wesley, both here and in Sunnydale. I must do whatever is necessary to protect my family - my daughter, my wife, my Slayer. They mean the world to me. I know you feel the same about those you're with in Los Angeles. I hope that what I've sent can be of help in some way. Rupert.'"
He rested the letter on his knee, staring at it for a moment before looking at Buffy, not sure what to say.
Buffy quietly sat as Wesley pulled the letter out. Part of her didn't want to know what Giles had written. After Dawn had been taken by Glory, he'd written letters to Dawn, Jenny, and her. They were found after he'd died and Buffy remembered reading hers, and then crying for most of the day. She'd always been under the impression that Giles would always be there for her, and his family.
When Wes started to read the letter, Buffy could hear the emotion in his voice. She knew how much the two men had meant to each other, and remembered the times Giles would call Wesley for help with a translation. The emotion in the letter made tears well up in her eyes and she looked down at her lap, wishing Giles was still there and not gone.
"I brought all his books with me," Buffy quietly said when Wesley was finished. "I thought maybe you could use them. Sunnydale is safe now." Thanks to Giles. It wasn't a Watcher's place to save the world. It was the Slayer's place and she'd let him down.
"We can start working on researching this tonight, if you want," Fred's tiny voice said.
Buffy looked up to see Fred slip her arm around Wesley. She watched the two of them, feeling left out. She was about to stand, and get the books for Wesley, when she caught Fred's eye. The other woman slowly nodded and motioned for her to move closer to them.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Buffy moved closer to Wesley and slipped an arm around his back. It felt nice being able to comfort him, and be comforted by Fred, who had laid her hand on Buffy's arm. "And I can help. I might not know any demon languages, but I know how to look things up," Buffy whispered as she held on to the two of them.
"All of his books?" Wesley said softly, in awe that he was getting such an amazing legacy. "Thank you, Buffy. Those will be...thank you."
He looked at her for a moment, wanting to reach out to Buffy, not sure if he should. Then he heard Fred suggest they start researching that night and felt her arm slip around him and nodded, looking at her. What would he do without her? Buffy probably would have been long gone by now, and he didn't like the idea of Buffy out there when she was grieving.
Then, suddenly, he felt another set of arms embrace him and looked over to see Buffy was hugging him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around both of them, holding both women as Buffy offered to help them with the research. He smiled at that. How things had changed.
"That's would be very helpful," he told her, resting his cheek against the crown of her head for a moment. He then looked over at Fred and squeezed his arm around her to draw her a bit closer for a moment. He felt her respond, resting her forehead against his arm. "Since it's a bit crowded in here for three people to research together, why don't we gather up all the books, and we can go spread out in the lobby."
Nodding, Fred looked over at Buffy. "Do you need help getting the books you brought?" she asked. "We could get those while Wesley gets the books he thinks we might need from here."
Being in Wesley's arms felt...right, and Buffy didn't want to leave them. It felt nice to be comforted like this, even if it was for a short while. What also felt nice was Fred's fingers as they stroked her arm. For the first time in weeks, Buffy felt at peace with herself. She didn't want it to end, but when Wes suggested they go out to the lobby and research, Buffy slowly pulled back.
"Sounds good," she said before smiling at Fred. "The help would be nice. There's about six boxes out there. I brought everything from Sunnydale. He even cataloged them last year because he thought he was going to move back to England." Part of Buffy wish he had. Maybe then he would still be alive.
Standing from the couch, Buffy gave Fred a smile as they walked toward the front door. "Have you been working here long, or are you Wes' girlfriend?" She casually asked as she opened up the front door and led Fred down to her Jeep. She was opening the back when she realized what she'd said. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that. I'm just curious is all."
Buffy then climbed into the back of the Jeep and started to push the boxes closer to the edge. Stopping, she furrow her brow and looked at Fred. "By the way, where's Cordy and Angel?" she asked.
While Wes nodded at them and got up to go to the shelves to look over the books there, pulling some down, Fred got up after watching him for a moment and followed Buffy out through the front door to where her car was parked. She was wondering what to say to her when she asked whether she was Wesley's girlfriend. Her eyes opening wide, Fred looked at Buffy in amazement.
"I'm...not...the others, they found me and..." she started to stutter, wondering if it was that plain to see when she was around Wesley. They hadn't even--she didn't even really know if he wanted to... "We're not together, not that way at least even though...well, I mean, I don't know if we should even what with all..."
Sighing, she stopped herself and shook her head, realizing that she was going to make herself look completely stupid in front of the Slayer.
"Sorry, I don't think you really want to hear any of that," she told her, reaching up and starting to pull at one of the boxes. It was quite heavy, but she managed to tug it down to the ground. Maybe she should get one of the old luggage trolleys from inside. She had seen one in the storage room next to the elevators before.
But then Buffy asked about Cordy and Angel, and Fred looked up. "Cordy decided to stay in Pylea. That's the place where I was for five years, only they made Cordy a princess when she showed up while I was made into a slave." She paused and shook her head. "But we managed to help free all the slaves, which is good, so Cordy wanted to help Groo rebuild things. As for Angel..."
She shrugged and looked down the road for a moment. "I don't know where he is. He left the night we came back and hasn't been back since. It's been just me and Wesley for months because even their other friend apparently decided to leave the agency too." Grabbing another box, she pulled it down to sit it on the sidewalk on the other one. "You knew them, didn't you? In Sunnydale? Wes said they were there too. Before."
Raising an eyebrow, Buffy waited for Fred to answer her. It was obvious Fred liked Wesley a lot. "It's fine, Fred," she said, giving the other girl a warm smile. "I was just being nosey. But, y'know, he likes you a lot. You should ask him out or something. 'Sides, he's a great guy. I was a little crushy on him back in high school." She shrugged her shoulders and jumped out of the back of the Jeep. "Just a stupid high school crush. He was more into Cordy.
Buffy stacked a couple of boxes together and stopped when Fred mentioned Pylea. Cordy had been made a princess and Fred was made into a slave? Typical Cordy. But still, Fred had been a slave there for five years? Frowning, she looked at Fred. "I'm sorry that happened," she said, remembering how Angel had spent all that time in a hell dimension and how he was when he came back.
"Yeah, I knew Angel and Cordy in Sunnydale. Cordy was like my rival for a while. That was until she started shoving her tongue down Xander's throat." Buffy shuddered a bit and picked two of the boxes up and placed them by the front door of te hotel because coming back. "Xander's my best friend. Cordy and him hated each other and then one day they decided to start making out in the janitor's closet."
She carried a couple more boxes to the door and walked back. Angel was gone, and Buffy was glad for that. "As for Angel...we dated. It's complicated and every time we see each other, it plays out like a bad soap opera. I'm sorta glad he's not here. I mean, he's a great guy but I don't think I could handle being around him right now," Buffy said before laughing a little. "And I'm sure you didn't need to know all of that."
Fred looked at Buffy with wide eyes for a moment. "Wes and Cordelia...?" she asked in amazement. The Cordelia she had met briefly in Pylea hadn't had eyes for anyone but the Groosalugg, going to him when Angel beat him during their challenge. She never would have guessed in a million years. "I...you really think he likes me that way?"
She thought about it for a moment. He had never even broached asking her out even though there had been a lot of opportunities, what with them staying together in the same hotel. But...maybe he was just as nervous about it as she was.
And Buffy liked him too. That much was easy to see. One night after her parents had come to see her, when they had been sitting up talking about things, mainly their pasts, Wesley had once said that his time in Sunnydale had been a bit difficult. It had sounded like some of them there hadn't been very accepting to him. She wondered if he even knew what Buffy had been feeling.
She watched in amazement as Buffy began moving the heavy boxes up to the hotel entrance, acting as though they didn't weigh anything. She had never seen anything like that before. She knew vampires had super strength, so of course the Slayer meant to kill them would need to be able to take them on, so it made sense. It was just amazing to see. Kinda beautiful too. Buffy was really pretty.
"I can understand that - not wanting to be around an ex," Fred said when she finished moving the last of the boxes up the door and they started to take them inside. At least now she could help, pushing them through the door and down the stairs into the lobby. "There was this guy that I dated for a while when I first came out here to go to school, and he was a TA in the history department. After we broke up, I ended up getting assigned to his section the following semester, and it was really awkward, so I tried to get transferred, but all the sections were full. Luckily, I ended up deciding to move to the Physics department after that semester; otherwise I would have to be around him all the time and that would have just been weird. So, like I said, I understand."
They got the last of the boxes inside and down into the lobby while Wesley brought out a stack of books and set them down on the table in front of the couch.
"Is that everything?" he asked, his eyes widening in a way Fred thought was really cute. "I didn't realize Rupert had that many books."
"Yeah, Wes and Cordy." Buffy didn't want to admit that she was jealous of Cordy and how Wes was always looking at Cordy, like she was the most important person in the world. Sometimes she wished he would've looked at her that way too. "It didn't last long because Cordy thought he was a bad kisser." Buffy shook her head and opened the door to the hotel. "And Wes does like you. I can see it in the way he looks at you. Plus, you're really pretty, Fred so why wouldn't he."
She helped carry some of the boxes in as Fred told her about her ex-boyfriend. Buffy was glad that someone understood what she felt. Her friends in Sunnydale sometimes asked why Angel and her couldn't get along. After all, they were in love at one time and everyone thought they should be best friends. "I'm glad you understand," Buffy said as she softly squeezed Fred's arm.
When Wes came out, his eyes widening at all the books, Buffy giggled. "Isn't he cute like that?" she said as she grinned at Fred. "And yes, there's a lot of books. He had stored a lot of them after graduation. Then he thought he was going to move away but then decided to stay because Dracula showed up and he sort of...seduced me. It was weird. Giles doesn't he didn't want to leave then because it was obvious we couldn't handle ourselves without him."
Talking about Giles was hard so Buffy decided to change the subject. "So...researching! Where do we start, Wes?" she asked, sitting opposite of him so Fred could sit by him.
When Wesley saw the look that passed between Buffy and Fred when she said he was cute, he felt like he had just been left out of some big joke. Cute? Since when did Buffy Summers think he was cute? And why were they grinning each other that way. Dear lord - him and two women in the same hotel...what had he been thinking?
But then, the feeling in the room suddenly changed as Buffy spoke about Giles and how he had changed his plans to stay in Sunnydale. He knew how much he had cared about Buffy and the rest of them, so his decision to stay didn't suprise him. And he very much doubted that it had anything to do with him feeling that they couldn't handle things without him there.
He wanted to reach over and pull her into another embrace, but before he could, she sat down across the coffee table on the other couch. A pang ran through him at that...though it was soothed somewhat when Fred moved to sit next to him instead. Why was he so disappointed that Buffy was over there? He didn't understand it. But he was glad that Fred was there and almost shifted over slightly just so he could be closer to her.
"Well, I suppose that first we need to locate the book Giles was talking about in his letter. Do you know, did he happen to have a book sitting with the envelope when you found it?"
He rather hoped that he had because the idea of having to go through all those boxes to find the one book Giles meant was a bit daunting. And he didn't say that lightly, considering some of the things he had been forced to go through for reasearch in the past.
Buffy furrowed her brow at Wesley’s question. “I’m not sure. There was a lot of moving of things when we were cleaning out his study,” she explained. She thought for a moment and then remembered the black book the envelope was sitting on top of. “I think I may know the book. I sat it on top of one of the boxes.”
She went over to the pile of boxes and moved them around with ease. Soon, she found the black book and turned around to see Fred staring at her. Buffy gave her a small smile and started to walk toward them.
Buffy was almost to them when she tripped and landed on their laps. Her cheeks started to burn with a blush. “Sorry,” she muttered as she slowly picked herself up. “You’d think I’d be more stealthy being a Slayer and all.”
“It’s the boxes fault,” Fred said. Buffy looked down at her and saw she was blushing too. “It kinda stepped out in front of you.”
“Well, I’ll have to deal with it later. Do you think they make a stake for boxes?” she asked with a small laugh.
“Just box cutters!” Fred said with a giggle.
Buffy smiled at her and slipped in beside Wesley. She was close enough to smell his aftershave and it was driving her crazy. With a smile, she placed the book on his lap. “There’s a couple pages marked,” she explained. The book was big so when Buffy started to open it, Fred reached over and helped her. “Here’s one page.” She turned to the another marked page, “And here’s the other.”
She looked up at Wesley, her cheeks still burning, and waited to see if this was the right book.
Wesley hoped that the book that Buffy thought was the one was indeed it. As much as he enjoyed research, he didn't relish the idea of trying to figure out which one had been the one Giles was referring to. He was holding out his hand to take the book from her when she returned when suddenly he found himself with an armful of Slayer instead.
He was about to say something when Buffy and Fred started talking instead. Now he really felt like he had been left out some sort of joke. Obviously, they had bonded in the time that they had been bringing the boxes in from outside. It rather hit Wesley in the heart that they could get to know each other so easily and talk like they'd known each other for months if not years, and he had trouble asking someone he had been practically living with for months out on a date. He always had trouble connecting to people when he met them, even Cordy, given how that had ended up.
As Buffy slipped beside him, however, he found himself distracted. He had two quite attractive women sitting on either side of him...and he could feel himself warming up.
"What?" he asked, realizing that Buffy was telling him something. He looked down at the book stretched across his lap and saw the pages that were marked. Reaching up, he flipped back and forth, furrowing his brow. The language in the book was very obscure - an old dialect from a demon tribe that had died out a very hundred years ago. It was also one of the languages his father had forced him to learn from a young age.
When he managed to pick out the words "Vampire" and "Son", he actually found himself very glad that he had. He'd have to work on the dialect, but at least he had a good place to start.
"This is the book," he told Buffy, looking up at her, suddenly realizing how warm it was in there again. He felt Fred leaning closer to look at the pages in the book. "I...erm...should be able to translate these pages fairly quickly. It's just a slightly older dialect that the version of the language I was taught. I should be able to figure out the words from their similarities and context."
Wesley seem distracted and Buffy raised her eyebrows and glanced over at Fred. The other girl merely shrugged her shoulders. Buffy had known Wes long enough and knew he sometimes would lose himself in researching. And when he started to talk, Buffy moved closer.
"If you need me to help you cross reference anything, I will," Fred said before she looked over at Buffy. "Buffy will help too."
Buffy was too busy watching Wes' hands move over the page and hadn't heard anything Fred had said. Wesley had beautiful hands and she couldn't help but to wonder if they were as soft as they looked. "Sure," she muttered, not knowing what she was agreeing to. "What's this mean?" She pointed to the page and then placed her hand over Wesley's to show him what she was referring to.
"I think it's referring to the section down there," Fred said as she placed her hand on the book also.
Buffy's hand was still on top of Wesley's and somehow, Fred's hand had slipped under theirs. Buffy looked over at Fred, who was staring at her and Wes. A small blush crept over her face again and she looked down at their hands. All of this should feel strange but it didn't. "Maybe all of us can walk on it," she said, without moving her hand.
"I think that's a good plan," Fred added.
Wesley's eyes had just ticked over to the section that Buffy was pointing to when he suddenly realized that her hand was touching his. Then he felt Fred's slip together, underneath, and he looked up, feeling his breath catching in his throat.
He looked back and forth from Fred to Buffy, unsure of what was going on. This was about research, finding out what Giles had found. But sitting there, between these two women, he found it hard to concentrate. Very hard to concentrate.
Get a hold of yourself, he told himself sternly. You're not a school boy, and this is not some kind of fantasy.
It felt so wonderful, though, the feel of their hands on his.
"I...erm...I think that would be very good," he finally said when he realized what Buffy had just said. He looked down at their hands again, loathe to move them. "Erm...perhaps Buffy, you could write down the translation as we go? Fred, I might need you to look up words for me in that green book over there. It's a keystone codex for several demon languages. The language we're looking for is in the section of yellow pages."
He looked back and forth between them. "If that's all right with both of you, of course?"
All of their hands, together like this, sent shivers down Buffy’s spine. It felt nice, and right, even though it really shouldn’t be right. Three people weren’t suppose to be together or in love. It wasn’t natural. Or was it? Buffy wasn’t sure and didn’t want to ask. Fred and Wesley would probably think she was nuts, and that was the last thing she wanted.
Suddenly though, she felt fingers curling up and touching hers. She looked down to see Fred had her fingers wrapped around Wesley’s and hers hands. “Before we start to research, maybe I should order some Chinese?” Fred suggested as she looked at the two of them.
Buffy nodded. “Chinese would be of the good,” she said, but no one moved. “We’ll probably have to call them, right?”
Fred nodded and pulled her hand out from the small pile. Buffy followed suit, even though she didn’t want to. She looked at Wes and then at Fred, who was now behind the counter, dialing the phone. “I...normally I don’t hold people’s hands like that...it just felt--”
“Right?” Fred said.
Buffy jumped, not knowing she was there. Wasn’t she just behind the counter? “Yes,” Buffy quietly said.
“I know. And the Chinese place is closed,” she said, sitting down beside Wesley. “Should we get pizza or tacos? Oh, and did you think it felt right when we were holding your hand?”
Buffy blinked. Well, Fred certainly didn’t beat around the bush!
Wesley didn't understand what was going on Well, he did in the strictest sense of the word in that he was sitting on the couch in the middle of the Hyperion lobby, holding hands with his former Slayer and the woman he had been wanting to ask out for several weeks now. But what he didn't understand was...why. He wasn't stupid - well, at least he wasn't that stupid when it came to dealing with the opposite sex...okay, he wasn't totally stupid. He could at least tell the difference between holding hands for comfort or friendship and holding hands...for other reasons. And this was definitely another reason. What reason, he wasn't sure.
It felt unbelievably nice, though.
When both women decided that Chinese would be a good idea, Wesley nodded a bit dumbly. "Food would be good," he murmured, suddenly wondering if he was going to be able to get any sort of research done with both of them around.
Finally, Fred got up, and the loss of both hers and Buffy's hands felt just like that...a loss. He wasn't sure what the bloody hell was the matter with him. He had to be reading more into this. Surely, they couldn't think that...
Wait, they thought it had felt right? Wesley felt his breath catching in his throat as Fred sat down beside him and asked her question--questions. What answer did they want? Would they think him a pervert if he said yes? Would this destroy any chance he had with Fred? Would any good that Buffy had come to finally think about him be completely and utterly destroyed for good? Would they know he was lying if he said no? He had always been an horrible liar - his father had always known, so he was sure that they would too.
"I...either choice is fine with me," he finally said, once his throat had relaxed enough that he could actually speak. "I know how much you like tacos, though, Fred. As for when you were holding my hand, I...erm...it felt...very right, actually."
He glanced back and forth between the two of them, wondering how they were going to react.
"Wes," Fred said, reaching up to touch his face. "Breath. We both agree it felt really nice and really right to, so we're not going to slap you or anything like that for thinking the same. Right, Buffy?"
Buffy bit back a giggle at the look on Wes' face. He was so adorable, plus it looked like he wasn't breathing. She reached over and softly rubbed his back, showing him everything was all right. She didn't want him passing out on them. And when he finally answered Fred's question, Buffy grinned.
"Tacos sound good," she said, hoping to ease Wesley's nerves.
When Fred started to speak, Buffy nodded her head. "I wouldn't hit you, Wes. Unless we were training, then it'd totally be a mistake," she said with a grin.
"See? It's okay, sweetie," Fred said as she leaned closer to Wes. Buffy watched as Fred slowly pressed her lips with Wesley's. It was really beautiful.
When they broke apart, Fred stroked Wesley's cheek. "Y'know, Buffy's had a crush on you since you were her Watcher, and I like you too and sometimes it's okay to like two people at the same time. There's a bunch of info about it on the internet," Fred softly said. "And it works out if the people are willing to share."
Buffy sat there and listened to Fred talk. Was it possible for her to like both Wes and Fred? She knew she liked Wes, and Fred was beautiful. Unknown to anyone, Buffy had harbored a crush for Willow when they'd first met. And being around Tara and Willow had shown her that someone didn't really have to be gay to be in love with someone of the same sex. You liked who you liked, regardless of sex.
"Wes," she finally said as she laid her hand on his arm. Buffy couldn't believe this was happening. She hadn't even been there for long, but it felt right. Kind of like those instant attraction she heard Willow talking about when she met Tara. "What...Fred's right. I do like you and...but I know you like Fred so if you want to be with her, I'm not going to stand in your way."
"I think you should just kiss him," Fred said with a knowing look as Buffy blushed.
When Fred kissed him, Wesley's eyes widened momentarily in surprise. She was kissing him. Fred was kissing him. As it sunk in, he slowly raised his hand up to tangle in her hair as he opened his mouth slightly, deepening the kiss. He had been wanting this to happen for so long, and now it was and...
Then it was over, and he was looking at her in amazement, suddenly hyper aware of her closeness. And that of Buffy. Oh God, Buffy...
"What...?" he asked softly in uncertainty, his mind trying hard to process what Fred was telling him. Buffy what? But they had... He looked over at her, his breath catching in his throat. He had tried so hard not to think of Buffy that way because of the rules against it on the Council, even tried to distract himself with Cordelia's attentions, but since the moment she had walked in, he had found himself wondering despite his feelings for Fred...
Three people? Sharing? Was that Fred was saying? But she and Buffy had just met. How could they...? Why would anyone want to share him? He had enough problems getting up the courage to tell one woman he liked her. Two just...
"I...we should..." he tried to say, finding his voice failing him. They needed to research and find out what Giles had found, but part of him couldn't get over this idea that these two women found himself attractive. He wanted Fred, had wanted her for a while now, and Buffy was simply amazing. "I think we should research, but I think first I need to do this..."
Leaning forward, he kissed Fred again then turned and kissed Buffy, not sure what had come over him, but feeling a deep need to do it before he completely lost his mind.
Buffy sat there and listened to Wesley stumble over his words. She wanted to lean forward and kiss him but he said they needed to research. She felt a pang of jealousy go through her since Fred had gotten to kiss him twice. Suddenly, before she could even start sulking, Buffy found Wesley's lips on hers. And it was wonderful.
She placed her hand on his cheek and they kissed until the both of them needed air. After they'd broken apart, Buffy could see Fred grinning at the both of them. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Fred asked the both of them.
"Not at all," Buffy said as she gave Wes a soft smile.
She looked at Fred again and noticed the other woman was looking at her. They locked eyes and before Buffy knew was she was doing, she was leaning across Wesley and toward Fred. When their lips met, Buffy felt Fred cup her face. The kiss slowly deepened and when the two women needed to breathe, they pulled away from each other.
Kissing another girl was nice, Buffy thought as she smiled at Fred.
"Tacos!" Fred suddenly said as she got off the couch. "The place closes in thirty minutes and I should go get us some food. Then we can do some researching." She picked up Buffy's keys from the table. "May I?" Buffy nodded and Fred smiled. She kissed the both of them before hurrying out the door.
"Guess it's just us," Buffy said as she glanced over at Wesley and smiled. She leaned forward and picked up a notepad and a pen. "What should we do first?"
When Wesley leaned over to kiss Buffy, he half-expected her to push him away because he had misinterpreted what she and Fred had been talking about. Of course, he had to have. There was no way that two women could...
She was kissing him back. Dear lord, Buffy Summers was actually kissing him back. And it was quite a wonderful, lovely kiss, just as the kiss with Fred had been. When they finally parted, he looked at her, then Fred, in amazement.
"That was...not bad at all," he agreed, still not entirely convinced this was really happening.
Until Fred and Buffy were kissing too. Wesley watched them, feeling his breathing hitch and his heart pounding. He thought about pinching himself for a moment because this had to be some sort of dream. Shifting, he tried to keep himself under control. And discreetly pinched himself.
What was he getting into? He had no idea - he hadn't been in this sort of situation before. Had honestly never dreamed that he could be in this sort of situation before, so his pinching himself had been a rather futile gesture, all things considered. Yet there he was. Kissing two girls...and watching them kiss each other.
It didn't seem that they were going to discuss exactly what they were doing, especially since Fred decided to go get tacos for them. As she left - after kissing both of them again - he turned to Buffy, swallowing and looking down at the book.
"We...erm...I suppose we should see how far we can get with this translation," he suggested, tapping his fingers on the book. Since Fred wasn't there, he leaned over and picked up the green book he had pointed out to Fred earlier, flipping it open to the yellow section and setting it on the couch beside him. He read over the first paragraph to try to get a feel for the context, then started reading it outloud to her, so she could right it down.
"'After the beginning...of second millenium following the birth of the Son...'" Wesley looked over at Buffy, "I would say that means the birth of Jesus Christ, given the wording. '...there will come another birth. The vampire with a soul shall become a father when he...'"
He looked up the next word, the closest translation to the dialect. "This must be it - 'begets'," he said. "'The vampire with a soul shall become a father when begets a son.'"
Wesley's brow furrowed. "There's only one vampire with a soul that I know, and that's Angel. Angel is going to have a son? That's not possible."
Buffy watched Fred leave the hotel, her lips still tingling with the last kiss, before turning to look at Wes. She watched him move to get the green book as she positioned herself to take notes. When he started to translate the text, she made a few notes as she moved closer to him to look at the text also.
When he said Angel was going to have a son, Buffy gave him a confused look. "You're right. That's not possible," she said as she glanced down at her notes. "First, dead seed, and second, he can't have sex without losing his soul. It doesn't make any sense, unless the son is not literal. Kind of like an 'adopted' son. Or maybe a son that's made up like Dawn is." Her throat closed a little when she thought of Dawn and Giles.
Looking down at the pad, she noticed she'd written 'Jesus Christ' down and blinked. "What if it's like Jesus' birth? His parents didn't have sex. Angel could have a son by a virgin, and then the son would become a spiritual leader." It sounded weird and it didn't make much sense to her. Unless...
"What if Angel's son is the second coming of Christ?" Buffy wasn't a religious person but she remembered what she'd learned by watching old documentaries on the History Channel.
"I don't think this means adopted or created," Wesley told Buffy as he looked back to the language key he had used. "It's not perfectly analogous because of the language changes, but the closest word in here is definitely begets, which is very biblical and indicates a direct biological link."
Suddenly, he noticed that she had gone very quiet at the mention of Dawn and wondered if she was thinking about Rupert again. Reaching over, he rubbed her arm gently, wishing there was something he could do to take her pain away. But he knew short of bringing Rupert back, all he could do was offer support for her loss.
She seemed to push it away, after a moment and came up with another theory, which caused Wesley to knit his eyebrows together. "I...I don't think that's possible..." He didn't want Buffy to feel bad about her idea, so he tried to think of how to best explain it - without coming off as conscending at the same time, something he'd been raked over the coals several times for by Cordy. "In the bible, it was always noted that Mary was born without sin, so that she was...right to carry him. Angel has a demon inside him, thus he would carry sin in a biblical sense, so whatever this son is, I don't think he's the second coming."
He tapped the page of the book they had been translating. "Obviously, though, he's important enough to warrant a prophecy. The child of a vampire would be unheard of in any event. We just need to figure out what."
Just then, Fred came in, holding several bags of food in her hand. "Tacos are served," she said with a smile, hurrying down into the lobby and over to where they were sitting. "Did I miss anything exciting while I was gone?"
Buffy could admit languages wasn't her strong point. She knew how to use English and read it, and even knew a few words in Spanish, but sometimes the meaning of words were lost to her. How was she supposed to know what begets meant, and she didn't have Willow there to tell her. Shrugging, she still thought the whole notion of Angel having a kid was strange. How did someone that wasn't alive create life?
When Wesley shot down her Jesus theory, Buffy glanced over at him. "Mary must've led a boring life. Most people commit their first sin by the time their five. Did her parents slap a chastity belt on her and keep her lock in a tower?" she asked just as Fred came back in with the food. Buffy smiled and started to clean the books off the couch, knowing Wes wouldn't want them eating around them.
"Angel's going to have a son," Buffy said as Fred handed everyone their drink.
"Angel can't have a child," Fred pointed out as she gave Wes and Buffy a confused look.
"That's what Wes translated," Buffy said. Fred still looked confused but seemed more interested in the tacos at the moment. She unpacked the tacos and handed them out before sitting on the other side of Wesley.
"I still don't see how it's possible. Do you think it's possible for a vampire's biology to be changed enough to be able to produce a child? It'd be interesting to research," Fred said before she bit into her taco. She glanced down at the book Wesley had translated from and furrowed her brow. "The Nyazian Scrolls? Do we have those?"
Wesley couldn't help but chuckle at Buffy's question about Mary and the chastity belt. "Views on women were very different then, so it's fairly certain that Mary's parents kept her on what you and Fred would feel was a very short leash," he said. "Of course, her getting pregnant out of wedlock, even by God, caused quite a scandal."
He took his drink from Fred as Buffy explained what was going on to her, using his free hand to scribble a few more things down in the notebook Buffy had set down before putting it on on the table in front of him. He then took his share of the tacos, which he balanced on his knee while Fred sat down beside him. There was something quite nice about being able to sit like this between two beautiful women.
Of course, they really needed to focus on their research. Whatever was being prophecized about Angel, it seemed quite important.
"I don't know whether a vampire's biology could be changed enough...at least not scientifically," Wesley replied to Fred before taking a sip of his drink. "Although...if there was mystical intervention...? We all know that practically anything is possible when that happens."
Taking a bite of his taco, he noticed Fred looking over what he had Buffy had done so far. Hopefully, she'd be able to see something more than either of them had.
And apparently, she did.
"The Nyazian scrolls?" he asked, furrowing his brow in a mirror of Fred.
"That's what this says. Something about referring to them?" she said, pointing to the words.
"I...that sounds familiar..." He ate the rest of his taco before getting up and looking through the stack of books he had brought out. When he found what he was looking for, he sat down with it, opening it up and flipping through it. "Here. The Nyazian Scrolls are a set of prophecies written by a demon race thousands of years ago. They must have more about this prophecy regarding Angel and his son."
Fred scooted closer and looked over his shoulder. "Any idea where they might be now?"
Looking over the book he held, Wesley shook his head. "Just that they've been passed around in that time and are considered one of the most valuable things in the demon world." He looked up at Fred and Buffy. "We may have to resort to more technological means to find them."
Buffy sat back on the couch and was about to suggest they look through the other books when Fred noticed something Wes and her hadn't. She watched with interest as Wesley got up and picked up another book and flipped through it. Buffy had never been a fan of researching but over the years she'd been taught to tolerate it. All she wanted to do was slay and not worry about what the big bad of the week wanted. Giles, and later Wesley, had changed all that.
When Wesley sat back down, she peered over his shoulder as he read about the scrolls. "When we were protecting Dawn from Glory, Giles mentioned these I think. Will and him were talking about a set of scrolls with a bunch of prophecies in it but they couldn't find the scrolls. Giles mentioned some guy's name but I can't remember it right now," she said as she looked down at her lap, trying hard to remember who they'd been talking about.
Suddenly, Fred rose from the couch and went over to the counter to retrieve her laptop. She brought it back over and sat down again. "Some auction houses in Los Angeles sell demon artifacts but they don't advertise them. Only their richest clients are told of the auctions," Fred explained to them. She entered some data in and then nodded. "The scrolls were up for auction in January of this year. Huh...this is interesting. According to the bid records, one of the bidders was a representative from Wolfram and Hart."
"The evil law firm?" Buffy asked as she looked over at the screen. "They didn't win them, did they?"
"No. Actually a man by the name of John Hawthorne was the winning bidder. He paid with cash and took the scrolls a few days later," Fred said before typing more information in. "He lives in a gated community right outside of Los Angeles." She looked over at Wes. "We've passed it once or twice when we had to go out to the Bluffs on that one case. It has a lot of security but nothing I can't override and get past."
Wesley smiled when both Buffy then Fred jumped in with what they each knew about the scrolls - having both of them around was proving to be a very good thing. Each of them brought a different perspective, Buffy the viewpoint of a fighter and Fred the viewpoint of a scientist.
Leaning over, he watched as Fred typed in the search information on the screen. Auctions didn't have to be advertised beforehand, but they were a matter of public record after. When she mentioned Wolfram and Hart, though, he felt himself holding his breath at the thought that the people in that place might have got hold of the scrolls they needed.
"Oh, thank god," he exhaled when she instead gave them the name of the man who had won the auction instead. Glancing at the address that came up, he nodded, picturing the way to the Bluffs in his head. "I know where you're talking about. You think you can get us in?"
Fred gave him a grin. "I got this information, didn't I?"
"Then I think we should pay Mr. Hawthorne a visit." He was fairly sure, given the amount of money paid that he had seen in the auction record that this man wouldn't be too interested in brokering a deal. And besides, they didn't have that kind of money to bargain with. Turning to look at Buffy, he raised his eyebrow. "How're your breaking and entering skills?"
When Wes asked her how her breaking and entering skills were, Buffy smirked. "Want. Take. Have," she said, remember the chant she had once been told. "Something I learnt from Faith. And, Giles encouraged my criminal side a few times when we were hiding from Glory. I think I have it down." She gave Wesley a small smile, hoping he wasn't upset that she'd mentioned Faith.
"Okay, I think I've figured out the gate system. I could get us in by the panel is on the other side of the fence. And the fence is pretty high," Fred said with a sigh. "I don't know how I'm going to get to the other side."
Buffy leaned over Wesley and looked at the illustration on Fred's laptop. "I can jump it," she said. Fred gave her a wide-eyed look and Buffy smiled. "Slayer powers."
"Oh, right," Fred said. "If you can get over the fence then I'm sure you can get the alarm disarmed. There's two wires and...why don't you sit over here so you can see better? I'm sure Wesley likes being between us but we can fulfill his wish later."
Buffy couldn't help but to giggle as Fred's words before she stood and moved to the other side of Fred. She sat down and allowed the other woman tell her what wire she needed to pull. "So, oull the wire, let you two in and then put the wire back?" she asked, making sure she had gotten it right.
"Yeah. Hawthorne's house is three in and we won't have to disarm to get out," Fred said as she looked at the time of them. "I think we should do this tonight."
At Fred's comment about him and the two of them, Wesley started coughing a bit, feeling himself warming rather quickly. Even after having spent so many months in close quarters with her, he would never have expected her to be this brazen - initiating kisses with him and Buffy, encouraging him and Buffy to kiss, promising something that sounded rather...promising.
Once Buffy and Fred had worked out what Buffy needed to do to disarm the system so they could get in through the gate without it alerting anyone to their presence, he nodded when Fred suggested they go that night. He rather agreed - if they waited, they were taking a chance on both the scrolls and the chance to deal with whatever the prophecy was slipping through their fingers.
"Well, the first thing I would suggest is that we all change into darker clothing," he said, noticing that none of them were exactly kitted out for camoflaging themselves in the darkness. He stood up and glanced up to the first floor where he and Fred had been living over the last few months - all his clothese were in his room since he had moved everything from his flat. "We have some tools in the office that we should be able to use to get into the house and get the scroll, so we can get those, and we should be ready to go."
"Buffy, do you have some clothing with you, or do you need to borrow something from me?" Fred asked.
Buffy nodded. "I have a few dark things," she said as she stood. "I'll have to get my bag from the car though."
When she came back inside, Fred took her upstairs and showed her to an empty room. After thanking her, Buffy went inside of the room and changed her clothes. As she was putting her hair up in a ponytail, she started to think about everything that had happened. She had came there to tell Wes about Giles and had gotten so much more. And she had the feeling all of it was just the beginning.
Once she was finished, Buffy met them downstairs and they headed over to the gated community. It only took Buffy a few moments to get over the fence and get it open for Fred and Wes. They then walked down to the house and looked around.
"There's a door off to the side. It almost looks like a patio or something," Fred said.
They walked over to it and looked around. There was no way to tell if it was guarded with a security system or not. "I could probably break the window," Buffy said before she covered her hand up with the cuff of her jacket. "Break the window and go in."
It didn't take long for Wesley to get changed into dark trousers, his black turtleneck and his leather jacket. It had been awhile since he had worn it, but it was the darkest colored jacket he had, and he needed the pockets to carry a few things. Once he was changed, he went downstairs to find the tools in his office.
Fred and Buffy weren't much longer, and soon they were outside Hawthorne's house after Buffy had got them through the gate. Wesley kept an eye out as they moved around the side of the house - the last thing they needed were police officer to stop them or Wolfram and Hart lackeys to be there because they had the same idea.
When they reached the patio, Wesley examined the window for a moment before reaching into his jacket. Buffy offered to break the window, but he shook his head. "That'll make more noise than we want," he told her. He pulled out his glass cutter. "I'll just use this to silently cut the class, then I can reach in and open the window--."
"Or we can just open this unlocked door," Fred suddenly broke in, twisting the handle of the patio door. It opened, and she looked over at the other two. "Not the sharpest tack in the box if he's leaving his doors unlocked with a multi-million dollar set of scrolls inside."
"Not at all," Wesley responded, suddenly feeling a bit foolish. Pocketing the cutter, he joined the girls, and they headed quietly into the house. "Dear lord, can you believe this?"
The room was practically filled with every possible thing demon - trinkets, body parts, magical items. Wesley had never seen a collection like it. Picking up a bottle on a nearby pedestal, he took a sniff before making a face and putting it down.
"All right...if I were the Nyzian Scrolls, where would I be in a room like this?"
Buffy gave Fred a sheepish look when she pointed out the door was unlocked. She then snorted a little when Wes pulled the glass cutter thingy off the glass. They weren't very crooks and would probably end up getting caught. When they walked in, she wasn't too impressed. Sure, if she was into old things she might've been. But, notsomuch with the old stuff.
"How about you stop lookin' for whatever you're here for and leave?"
All of them turned around to see a man standing there with a rifle. Buffy rolled her eyes and walked over to him. She got the gun out of his hands and bent the end of it. "We're here for the Ny-Quil Scrolls," she said.
"Nyzian Scrolls," Fred corrected as she gave Buffy a soft smile.
"Marcus sent you, didn't he? He wanted those scrolls but I outbid him," Hawthorne said, his hands shaking. "They're over here." He scurried to a vault and punched in some numbers. When it opened, he pulled the scrolls out and gave them to Fred. "Tell him I'm sorry!" And with that, he ran out.
"Simple enough," Buffy said with a grin as Fred handed Wes the scrolls.
"I liked what you did with the gun. That was...kinda hot," Fred said with a blush.
Buffy felt her own cheeks warm. "Gotta admit it's not as hot as Wes in a leather jacket though," she said, giving him a shy glance.
"I agree," Fred said as she looked at him also.
When the man who was obviously the owner of the house and the scrolls showed up, holding a rifle on them, Wesley cursed softly under his breath, reaching in his pocket. His eyes scanned the room, looking at all the demon artifacts for something that he could use as a weapon...
Or he could just let Buffy take the rifle from Hawthorne and turn it into a pretzel. There was definitely advantages to having a Slayer around, he thought as he shared a look with Fred once she had corrected Buffy on the name of the scrolls. Her little show of strength had evidently frightened the man, made him think they were from Wolfram and Hart, because he practically threw the scrolls their direction before running out of the room. He supposed he should be glad that while the man was obviously a demon nut of some sort, he didn't actually do a lot of research into the world.
Taking the scrolls from Fred, he carefully put them into the bag he had brought along to protect them. He was about to agree with Fred that Buffy's move had been rather hot when instead, he found himself being called hot by both women.
"I...erm..." he said, feeling his cheeks redden, glad that the room was rather dim. "I think we should probably take advantage of the moment and get ourselves out of here before Mr. Hawthorne decides to call the cops or the dogs on us."
Putting the scrolls inside his jacket, he took Buffy and Fred's hands and pulled them out through the door, not bothering to close it behind them since there would have been little point. They hurried around the house and down to the street, back down the community's main gate, where they let themselves out. Once they reached the car, Wesley drove them back to the hotel, breathing out a sigh of relief once they were home.
Inside, Wesley took the scrolls out and looked at them, then at Fred and Buffy. "Do we want to start on these now or wait until the morning?" he asked, thinking he would lock them in the safe if they wanted to wait. "It has been a long night."