ALL THINGS NEW - PART 6
Part VI: Sunnydale, November 23 1999
Daniel shrugged off the memories of the recent past, and focused on the souled vampire in front of him. “So what’s your story?”
Angel sighed, and told him. Eventually he finished up, “It’s just...everything’s so different now...”
Willow felt it was necessary to change the subject. “Hey, so is Cordelia really working for you in L.A.? 'Cause that’s gotta be a special experience. I mean, of all the people you could’ve hired...”
Angel interrupted the redhead, “Willow, I’m here to protect Buffy. I don’t have a whole lot of time for personal stuff.”
The apprentice witch shrugged. “Right. Well, how can I-” she briefly looked at Oz, “how can we help?”
The souled vampire started to say, “Well, if you can just tell me...” Then he started looking out the window, and saw Buffy chatting with a man named Riley Finn. “Who’s that guy?”
Oz told him, and Angel’s heart sank. The former Scourge of Europe could tell that Buffy was starting to move on from him, and even though that was what he’d wanted – Angel hadn’t realized it would hurt so much.
The rest of the evening soon went downhill. Hus and a raiding party that he had formed attacked everyone at Giles’ house, but Angel did his job and saved the day – without Buffy ever knowing he was there.
Later the ensouled vamp was saying goodbye to the ex-Watcher, when he got a funny look on his face. Giles noticed and asked, “Is there a problem?”
Angel chuckled. “It’s just that all evening I’ve had the feeling that something was missing, and I just now realized what it was.”
“What?”
“Xander hasn’t been around to call me Deadboy, not even once. And call me crazy, but it just didn’t seem like Sunnydale without his insults...” Angel then shook his head, said farewell to the British man and headed back to L.A.
Giles, however, was instantly concerned. During the whole Thanksgiving debacle, everyone had completely forgotten about the boy – but now the ex-Watcher knew something was wrong.
The Slayer and her people soon found Xander in his basement – apparently, his parents hadn’t even noticed what had happened to him. They rushed their friend to Sunnydale Memorial hospital, and waited anxiously for news of his condition.
A second year intern named Ben eventually came out, and talked to the gang. “I wish I had better news,” the human prison of the hellgod called Glorificus said slowly. “No one can figure out what’s up exactly, with your friend. He has a lot of symptoms, that just don’t connect...”
“Like what?” asked Willow with great worry.
“Well, there are fading signs of syphilis, and some sort of poison nobody has been able to identify yet. Plus, there are also traces of canine DNA associated with the stuff – has your friend been bitten by a stray dog recently?”
Nobody answered in the affirmative, and Ben sighed. “Well, Mr. Harris has to be put in quarantine and checked out by the CDC, and we don’t have the facilities for that here. That’s why we’re transferring him to L.A. – St. Matthew’s hospital, for expert observation. I take it some of you would like to go with him?”
Buffy and Giles volunteered instantly, out of lingering guilt and soon they set out for the City of Angels.
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