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Post by Onjel on Feb 19, 2007 11:15:02 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall.
"That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 19, 2007 13:29:49 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?" "I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
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Post by Onjel on Feb 19, 2007 14:06:03 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?" "I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!"
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 19, 2007 15:25:48 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?" "I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!"
"What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
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Post by Becky H on Feb 19, 2007 16:16:00 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?" "I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!""What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here." Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 19, 2007 16:21:22 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?" "I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me."
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Post by Lola m on Feb 19, 2007 17:34:05 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
"I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me."
"Actually, I have rather more of a concern about returning all of you to your respective dimensions, now that the Mirror is shattered," said Wesley, as he disentangled himself from a pile of boxes and assorted debris, carefully holding on to a largish fragment of the item in question.
I liked the Mirror of Vir and have decided that it was in the alley all along, so there! ;D
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 19, 2007 17:43:36 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
"I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me." "Actually, I have rather more of a concern about returning all of you to your respective dimensions, now that the Mirror is shattered," said Wesley, as he disentangled himself from a pile of boxes and assorted debris, carefully holding on to a largish fragment of the item in question. I liked the Mirror of Vir and have decided that it was in the alley all along, so there! ;D "Wesley, shattering the mirror has just made the situation worse; it has dispersed the powers it had contained, and closed the portal that brought us all here."
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Post by Lola m on Feb 19, 2007 18:12:51 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
"I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me."
"Actually, I have rather more of a concern about returning all of you to your respective dimensions, now that the Mirror is shattered," said Wesley, as he disentangled himself from a pile of boxes and assorted debris, carefully holding on to a largish fragment of the item in question.
"Wesley, shattering the mirror has just made the situation worse; it has dispersed the powers it had contained, and closed the portal that brought us all here."
Illyria stepped forward, her hand reaching for the piece of now-ordinary glass, "Had vermin not stripped me of power, this trinket would not be needed, for my glory bestrode the universes, no moment could hold me!"
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 19, 2007 18:38:35 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
"I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me."
"Actually, I have rather more of a concern about returning all of you to your respective dimensions, now that the Mirror is shattered," said Wesley, as he disentangled himself from a pile of boxes and assorted debris, carefully holding on to a largish fragment of the item in question.
"Wesley, shattering the mirror has just made the situation worse; it has dispersed the powers it had contained, and closed the portal that brought us all here." Illyria stepped forward, her hand reaching for the piece of now-ordinary glass, "Had vermin not stripped me of power, this trinket would not be needed, for my glory bestrode the universes, no moment could hold me!""Yes, Blue, we were as worms in the muck beneath your feet, you played with suns as pretty baubles and ate nebulas on crackers with your tea; that's all lovely."
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Post by jeff on Feb 19, 2007 19:35:09 GMT -5
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
"I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me."
"Actually, I have rather more of a concern about returning all of you to your respective dimensions, now that the Mirror is shattered," said Wesley, as he disentangled himself from a pile of boxes and assorted debris, carefully holding on to a largish fragment of the item in question.
"Wesley, shattering the mirror has just made the situation worse; it has dispersed the powers it had contained, and closed the portal that brought us all here." Illyria stepped forward, her hand reaching for the piece of now-ordinary glass, "Had vermin not stripped me of power, this trinket would not be needed, for my glory bestrode the universes, no moment could hold me!"
"Yes, Blue, we were as worms in the muck beneath your feet, you played with suns as pretty baubles and ate nebulas on crackers with your tea; that's all lovely."
As Willow came slowly from the other side of the alley, she looked over to her left to see a body lying face down covered in blood.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 19, 2007 22:43:57 GMT -5
[/color=blue]When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
"I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me."
"Actually, I have rather more of a concern about returning all of you to your respective dimensions, now that the Mirror is shattered," said Wesley, as he disentangled himself from a pile of boxes and assorted debris, carefully holding on to a largish fragment of the item in question.
"Wesley, shattering the mirror has just made the situation worse; it has dispersed the powers it had contained, and closed the portal that brought us all here." Illyria stepped forward, her hand reaching for the piece of now-ordinary glass, "Had vermin not stripped me of power, this trinket would not be needed, for my glory bestrode the universes, no moment could hold me!"
"Yes, Blue, we were as worms in the muck beneath your feet, you played with suns as pretty baubles and ate nebulas on crackers with your tea; that's all lovely."
As Willow came slowly from the other side of the alley, she looked over to her left to see a body lying face down covered in blood.[/color] In panic, she looked around her: Xander and Buffy standing together, Giles (or was he Ripper?) facing Wesley, Andrew holding one of his arms and the weird blue thing with Fred's face holding the other, Spike and Angel facing each other with scowling faces, Ethan still hanging on the ladder, so who was this?
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Post by jeff on Feb 19, 2007 23:06:29 GMT -5
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
"I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me."
"Actually, I have rather more of a concern about returning all of you to your respective dimensions, now that the Mirror is shattered," said Wesley, as he disentangled himself from a pile of boxes and assorted debris, carefully holding on to a largish fragment of the item in question.
"Wesley, shattering the mirror has just made the situation worse; it has dispersed the powers it had contained, and closed the portal that brought us all here." Illyria stepped forward, her hand reaching for the piece of now-ordinary glass, "Had vermin not stripped me of power, this trinket would not be needed, for my glory bestrode the universes, no moment could hold me!"
"Yes, Blue, we were as worms in the muck beneath your feet, you played with suns as pretty baubles and ate nebulas on crackers with your tea; that's all lovely."
As Willow came slowly from the other side of the alley, she looked over to her left to see a body lying face down covered in blood.[/color] In panic, she looked around her: Xander and Buffy standing together, Giles (or was he Ripper?) facing Wesley, Andrew holding one of his arms and the weird blue thing with Fred's face holding the other, Spike and Angel facing each other with scowling faces, Ethan still hanging on the ladder, so who was this? As Willow knelt down beside the blood splattered body she realized exactly who this was, "Angel , you lost a member of your team in this alley one year ago, we need to get out of this alley now if there is to be any chance of saving Faith."
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 20, 2007 16:10:54 GMT -5
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
"I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me."
"Actually, I have rather more of a concern about returning all of you to your respective dimensions, now that the Mirror is shattered," said Wesley, as he disentangled himself from a pile of boxes and assorted debris, carefully holding on to a largish fragment of the item in question.
"Wesley, shattering the mirror has just made the situation worse; it has dispersed the powers it had contained, and closed the portal that brought us all here." Illyria stepped forward, her hand reaching for the piece of now-ordinary glass, "Had vermin not stripped me of power, this trinket would not be needed, for my glory bestrode the universes, no moment could hold me!"
"Yes, Blue, we were as worms in the muck beneath your feet, you played with suns as pretty baubles and ate nebulas on crackers with your tea; that's all lovely."
As Willow came slowly from the other side of the alley, she looked over to her left to see a body lying face down covered in blood. In panic, she looked around her: Xander and Buffy standing together, Giles (or was he Ripper?) facing Wesley, Andrew holding one of his arms and the weird blue thing with Fred's face holding the other, Spike and Angel facing each other with scowling faces, Ethan still hanging on the ladder, so who was this? As Willow knelt down beside the blood splattered body she realized exactly who this was, "Angel , you lost a member of your team in this alley one year ago, we need to get out of this alley now if there is to be any chance of saving Faith."
Angel and Buffy both raced to Faith's side, other concerns forgotten.
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Post by Lola m on Feb 20, 2007 17:54:03 GMT -5
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall. "That's it! There will be no cookies for you, mister! How could you alter reality on me again?"
"I haven't...what do you mean again," Angel's forehead furrowed like Iowa in April, "I haven't even seen you since I left Sunnydale after you graduated from high school."
"And you!" Buffy said turning to Spike, "What, you get a soul, save the world, come back to life, drink Mountain Dew, then come to Rome and don't even stop by?!!!" "What?" Spikes question was more yelp than inquiry,"I left you in bed in Cleveland three days ago after you had a slayer dream and told me I was needed here."
Angel glared at him and said, "That Hellmouth has a lot to answer for!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I said, we're all from different realities, yadda yadda yadda," Ethan's voice came from above their heads, and they looked up to see him clinging tenaciously to the fire-escape where it had jammed across the alley, "it's all well and good to determine who's what to whom back home, but the point remains: someone has exploded my bomb, and it wasn't me."
"Actually, I have rather more of a concern about returning all of you to your respective dimensions, now that the Mirror is shattered," said Wesley, as he disentangled himself from a pile of boxes and assorted debris, carefully holding on to a largish fragment of the item in question.
"Wesley, shattering the mirror has just made the situation worse; it has dispersed the powers it had contained, and closed the portal that brought us all here." Illyria stepped forward, her hand reaching for the piece of now-ordinary glass, "Had vermin not stripped me of power, this trinket would not be needed, for my glory bestrode the universes, no moment could hold me!"
"Yes, Blue, we were as worms in the muck beneath your feet, you played with suns as pretty baubles and ate nebulas on crackers with your tea; that's all lovely."
As Willow came slowly from the other side of the alley, she looked over to her left to see a body lying face down covered in blood. In panic, she looked around her: Xander and Buffy standing together, Giles (or was he Ripper?) facing Wesley, Andrew holding one of his arms and the weird blue thing with Fred's face holding the other, Spike and Angel facing each other with scowling faces, Ethan still hanging on the ladder, so who was this?
As Willow knelt down beside the blood splattered body she realized exactly who this was, "Angel , you lost a member of your team in this alley one year ago, we need to get out of this alley now if there is to be any chance of saving Faith."
Angel and Buffy both raced to Faith's side, other concerns forgotten.
Angel carefully lifted Faith into his arms and ran toward the entrance of the alley, stopping in shock when he saw horse-drawn traffic going by in the street ahead.
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