Chapter Forty-Two Giles sat on the floor outside the bathroom door. Douglass had been in there for a good twenty minutes, every time he thought for sure she couldn't possibly have anything else to purge she�d prove him wrong. Dawn found him there, she felt sorry for the man who was the closest thing to a father she could claim. "Giles?" She asked softly as she sat next to him. "Are you okay?" Looking over at the young girl sitting next to him he tried to gather his emotions. "Yes...I�ll be fine. Douglass isn't feeling all that well." "Did you tell her?" Dawn felt bad for Giles. Knowing that he probably would never marry and have any other children and the one he had was already grown. "Yes. I don�t think she took it all that well." "Why not? If I found out you were my real father I'd be thrilled." Dawn admitted honestly. "Yes, well, Douglass has been without a father for twenty-three years now. She may find it hard to accept the fact that she all of a sudden has one. God only knows what Nessa told the girl about me, about my absence from her life." Taking his glasses off he rubbed his tired eyes, hearing the door open from behind, Giles and Dawn turned to see Douglass standing in the doorway looking a little uncomfortable. Dawn quickly excused herself and Douglass sat down next to Giles not saying a word. When the silence became almost unbearable Giles felt a small hand grasp onto his. Looking down at his hand, he saw it entwined with his daughter's delicate one and Giles felt immense gratitude. Raising his eyes to hers he felt his heart constrict when he saw her tears. "I always wanted to hold my Daddy�s hand." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wesley searched through Douglass's book for anything that might aid them in their up coming fight against Darla but so far the book had been a huge disappointment. If he had the whooping cough he'd know how to treat it, other then remedies and herbal mixtures the book had nothing of value, well, except the one spell Douglass had added that was for Angel. Turning the page in disgust Wesley had almost missed it. The title was Boxes, the handwriting barely legible, it seemed to be a meditative technique that helped the healer or caster concentrate at the task at hand. It was simple actually, one constructed a box in their mind shoving into it all unneeded thoughts or emotions...ect. Sitting puzzled for a moment Wesley got up from the desk he was working at in search for a book he had purchased weeks before. The book dealt with common beliefs of healers, flipping through the book he skimmed the pages when suddenly it all started to make sense. Grabbing another book to confirm his theory Wesley let out a whoop of joy and raced off to find Angel.

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