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Summary: Seventh in a series. I have completely missed out the episode ‘Billy’ as I didn’t need it in my series. It did happen and it was exactly the same, except Angel obviously came back from Sunnydale at the beginning. At the end of it Angel went to Sunnydale again. Which just happened to coincide with ‘Once More With feeling’ it happened the same except at the end Angel was the one who kissed Buffy, not Spike.
A/N: I am not intending to completely rewrite every part of every script, if there are parts missing just assume they went the same way they did in the show.
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“Thank you
so much for pointing that out Cordelia.” Cordy grins at Wes. She replies, her
words dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey,
what are friends for?"
"If
you ask me, they're for knocking you up and leaving you high and dry. But then
again maybe we should get Angel’s views on that. Where is my boy?" Gunn
and Fred come out of the office upon hearing the new voice. Wes and Cordy spin
around to see a very pregnant Darla standing on the top landing leading down
into the lobby from outside. She drops her bag and places her hands on her
hips. “Don’t just stare tell me where he is!”
"Darla."
"Darla?"
"Darla!"
"Who's
Darla?"
"Angel's
old flame from way back."
"Not
the one that died?"
"Yeah.
No, not that one. The other one that died and came back to life. She's a
vampire."
"Y'all
have a chart or something?"
"In
the files. I'll get it for you later."
"Well,
when did this happen?" Darla comes
down the steps.
“What he
didn’t tell you?" Mock surprise in her voice.
“You’re
trying to tell us that you and Angel…” Scepticism clear in her tone. Darla just
gives her a pointed look. While Cordy tries to comprehend that Angel slept with
Darla Wesley approaches the more supernatural side of it.
"This
is impossible. Cordelia I think maybe you should go and call Angel, get him
back here.”
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Angel walks
into the hotel to find a very pregnant Darla sat guarded by Gunn who is holding
a crossbow. Cordelia comes out of the office, a small square of material over her
neck. Angel raises his eyebrows at Wesley who realises Angel’s question. He
nods towards Darla.
“Darla.”
Everyone then looks towards him.
“Hello
lover, long time no see.”
“What the
hell did you think you were doing biting Cordy?” Cordy seems surprised by his
knowledge.
“I’m a
vampire, we bite people, that’s what we do, or did you forget?” Angel hangs his
head for a minute before looking at her again.
“So you’re
pregnant.”
“Oh I wish
Angelus could be here to see how pathetic you’ve made him.” Angel scowled at
her and she smirked.
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Angel walks down into the lobby and sees Cordy and Wes leaning over an open book on the reception counter together.
"You're not to go near Darla for any reason without me, Gunn, and a lot of crossbows standing between you. You understand?"
"Oh, yeah. And if I forget” She indicates the bandage on the side of her neck. “I have a nice little reminder."
"That goes for you, too, Fred." Fred looks up from the laptop:
"Gotcha." Angel goes to sit down on the settee in the middle of the lobby and Cordy walks over to him.
"So, I guess you're gonna be a father." Angel after a beat:
"Guess I am."
"I felt it in my dream. The same thing you did - when you found her.” She sits down beside him. “It has a soul."
"Well, Angel has a soul. It makes sense. As much as any of this does." Angel looks down at his folded hands. "Angel, even with a soul, she could give birth to what's spoken of in the prophecies." Angel looks at Wes:
"The thing that's coming to kill and burn us all? - I know that. - I also know the child is mine."
"Right."
"Well! Another big fun day at Angel Investigations.” She gets up. “What do you say we pour ourselves a good stiff..."
"Uh-oh."
"A good, stiff uh-oh?"
"Remember before when I said I thought that maybe, possibly, perhaps I might have been off in my earlier calculations? And you asked Wes if he thought if the Tro-clan was prophesied to arise or be born and he said it could be both? And we all know that the Latin for arrive is arripare, to come to land or possibly in this instance simply to come to, as from a deep sleep?"
"Fred!"
"Right. I believe that whatever this thing is, it's arriving right about…” She looks down at a watch. “Three, two, now."
*
A round chamber, lit by fires in the alcoves along the wall. The ceiling is supported by a circle of pillars. A stone statue and two bowls holding more flames are set up, forming an equal triangle inside the circle of pillars. A demon walks in and stops in front of the statue.
"The weight of time is heavy on the world. And all men born must die. But there are worlds unknown, where dreamers dream and sleepers sleep, and patiently await. As pledged in Caladan by Cod-she.” Sahjhan steps back and throws some powder at the statue. “One shall awaken in the first year of the final century. That one, who lived before and joined Cod-she in the great sleep. Arise, as was promised and foretold. Arise. - Arise!" Nothing happens. The demon turns away and walks over to one of the fires and lights himself a cigarette. Turns back to watch the statue, puffing. Checks his watch. Takes another drag.
Suddenly the room begins to shake and blue lighting flashes. The eyes of the statue suddenly turn into two open, human looking eyes. The statue cracks then crumbles to the ground in a cloud of dust. The demon puts out his cigarette and walks over to the figure huddled in the middle of what's left of the statue.
"Welcome to the twenty first century.” Sahjhan crouches down and puts a hand on the back of the figure. “Angelus is here. You'll see him soon. - You haven't used your muscles in a very long time. It will be a while before you're strong enough to..." The figure suddenly straightens up. It's Holtz.
"Just tell me where he is."
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“Wow.”
“I’m
sorry.”
“What for?”
Angel looked down. Buffy suddenly realised what he was talking about.
“Angel
we’re not together, it’s not cheating. And if it were then I already did by
then. So fatherhood, what does it feel like?”
“Unreal.”
He looks down again and waits a long time before continuing. “Wrong. It should
be…” Buffy presses a finger to his lips.
“Don’t.”
“I can’t do
this alone.”
“You don’t
have to.”
“Neither do
you.” She smiled, a sad smile.
“Then why
the secrecy.”
“There is
none, on my part.”
“You think
I should tell them.”
“That we
kissed.”
“That was a
spell Angel.”
“So you
didn’t want to.”
“I always
want to.” Angel looms over her and stares down at her. She can feel her knees
going weak and almost drops to the ground in anticipation. Unable to wait any
longer she leans up and kisses him. She mumbles into his mouth. “This is wrong,
we shouldn’t…” he mumbles into hers.
“You’re
right we should…stop.” Neither pulls away.