Whoo-hoo! I was purging some files on my computer and I came across this. I didn't even realize I had written it! Bonus! It's like finding a twenty dollar bill in your pocket you didn't realize you had. I want to thank everyone, especially Susan for encouraging me to continue this. Thanks so much for the motivation. Now, I have to write more :) Enjoy!
"You lost his soul," Buffy said under her breath. The frozen look which had greeted Wesley's confession was replaced by a deep frown. "So, tell me…how did you manage that? It's not a set of keys, Wesley." Wesley looked down, ashamed that the situation with Angelus was quickly getting out of control. It had been his idea to release him in the first place so who's fault was it? Standing beside Wesley, Cordelia gazed at Buffy with a clear look of dislike.
Placing her hands on her hips, Buffy curled her lip in disgust. Though she didn't want to show it, she felt a wave of panic sweeping through her core. "The crack AI team decides to take Angel's soul and then doesn't keep it under lock and key. Way to go."
Wesley raised his chin, becoming angry with the insinuation that he was incompetent. "As a matter of fact, it was under lock and key. I don't understand how this could have happened; we were the only ones with the key to the safe."
Running her fingers through her hair, Buffy sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just…having him back. And when I was down there with him…" Buffy bit her lip fretfully. "He's really…upset right now and I don't like the idea that there are only steel bars between him and a night of his creative torments."
Becoming annoyed with Cordelia's continued gaze, she raised her eyebrow. "You know staring isn't polite. You've never had a problem sharing your opinions so don't get shy now."
"How dare you come here and put us down. You're not in Sunnydale where you're big fish, small pond girl. Believe it or not we get along pretty well without you." Cordelia's dark eyes snapped angrily.
Buffy crossed her arms, remembering all the reasons she never really liked Cordelia even when they were trying to be friends. I think it's that grating, whiny voice and the absolute certainty that she's still Queen C. "Refresh my memory, who was it that called me because they couldn't get one useful thing out of Angelus? Come on Cordy; don't be afraid to shout it out when you know the answer." Cordelia's face had turned an ugly shade of red but she remained silent.
Wesley watched the exchange with confusion. He knew Cordelia had been under a lot of stress and she could be tactless…but her behavior was unusually spiteful. "This accomplishes nothing; we need to figure out where the receptacle is."
Buffy stared at Cordelia a moment longer and then turned to Wesley. "Okay, but you need to do something about the animal in the cage downstairs." The repeating sounds of metallic crashes were floating from the basement. Buffy's face became business like. "I hope you have a contingency plan Wes, because eventually he's going to break out."
Cordelia fluttered her eyelashes mockingly at Buffy. "Could it be that the all-powerful Buffy's afraid? If you're such hot stuff, why don't you go down there and face him?"
Buffy gritted her teeth. "You know what…I've got my own evil brewing in Sunnydale not to mention about 20 slayers crammed at my house. But I dropped everything to come help you get information and now I have to hang around to make sure the walking apocalypse doesn't get out. So, feel free to shut your mouth anytime."
Cordelia dropped her eyes and mumbled a sorry. Why did Wesley call her? This could mess everything up.
Wesley cleared his throat and picked up a tranquilizer gun from behind the desk. "If he should somehow escape, I've put a spell on the hotel which will inhibit him from harming any humans. But I'll go down and put him out."
Buffy grabbed his arm and shook her head. "I'll go…if anything goes wrong it would be better for me to handle it." Wesley nodded and reluctantly handed the weapon over to her.
Buffy gave them a backward glance before she descended the stairs. Instead of standing by the gate as she expected, Angelus was sitting on the floor watching her come down the stairs with an amused expression. "Buff, you just don't look right carrying that. You look so much better with your phallic stakes."
He moved the blood stained manacles on his hands giving his best sincere look. "You don't need to use that; I'm all calm now despite the fact that you were being such a naughty girl. But when I get out of here…"
Shifting on her feet, Buffy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah…How's this one go again? Let's see… you're going to rape and torture me for days, you'll eat my eyes out of my sockets, you'll wear my pinky finger around your neck as a souvenir, you'll kill my family and friends, did I miss anything? You see, I've heard this speech a few times before."
Angelus chuckled in delight. "Well, I think you have the order a little off but hey…not bad."