Buffy managed to get Harry outside by the time they came to take Daphne's body away. He didn't fight her but he also wasn't really moving on his own. Well, he wasn't fighting until they did get outside. It was when they were putting the stretcher into the ambulance when he gripped her hand tightly and finally turned her. His eyes were frantic.
"She can't...She won't be..." Buffy had to close her eyes for a second. She knew what he was thinking.
"No, she won't," she ran her hand through his hair again, trying to calm him down. She'd take care of it herself if she had to. She didn't think Daphne would turn but if she did, Buffy would take care of it and Harry would never know.
When they were alone, Buffy stood up. She kept her hand in Harry's as she started walking. She didn't speak as she walked and neither did Harry. She wasn't sure what she could say, wasn't sure if Harry knew about Angel. Angel. Quickly, she forced the thought of him out of her mind and tried to focus on Harry. She had to. Finally, they got to her house and she pulled him inside.
"Buffy? Oh, hi Harry." Her mom smiled at them but it was short lived at the look on their faces. Harry said nothing to her. He gave Buffy a dazed look before wondering away from her and upstairs.
"Can he stay here for a little bit?" Buffy asked quietly, her eyes still on Harry. Her mom got her attention by putting a hand on her shoulder and Buffy had to force back tears when she met her eyes.
"What's happened?" Buffy shook her head.
"Daphne's dead. He's not....he's sort of..." She shook her head again. Harry hadn't said anything since she had first found him. "I need to call Faith and he needs a place to stay."
"Of course he can stay here." Buffy nodded and started up the stairs. "Just call me if you need anything...if he needs anything."
Faith walked idly through the graveyard, spinning the stake in her hand. Buffy was supposed to have met her to go patrolling but she hadn't shown up. Maybe she should have been worried but she had called Giles.
It was strange, this new dynamic. She wasn't used to it. Harry was the only person that she had ever truly cared about. It was odd to get that worried feeling when Buffy didn't show where she was supposed to. She'd been around Harry for to long.
It wasn't like it was too big a deal. She could handle a few vampires herself. Spike and Drusilla were probably still caught up in their big plan which no one was quite sure how to stop yet.
She spun suddenly when she heard someone walking behind her, raising her stake. She let it drop when she saw who it was.
"Angel, hey." He smiled a little, stepping closer.
"Faith. You out alone tonight?"
"Giles, hey. Look, I can't get a hold of Faith and I kinda need her." Buffy said as soon as he answered the phone.
"Oh, well, she called just after you left. Said that you were supposed to meet her?" Buffy let out a sigh.
"Right. Patrolling. Do you know where she is now?"
"Well, she said she would go herself and meet us back here to discuss how to stop Spike and Drusilla." Buffy gripped the phone tighter, a sudden worry gripping her.
"She went patrolling by herself?"
"Buffy, she can take care of herself and I doubt that she will encounter those two tonight." Buffy nodded, even though he couldn't see her but the worry didn't leave.
"Could you just tell her to call me when she gets in? Or, better yet, tell her to just come over."
"Is something the matter?" Giles voice was worried now. "Did something happen to Harry?"
"Daphne's dead." She stated bluntly. "Harry's gonna need her. I gotta go. Could you just...tell the others for me. And tell them to be careful. There was only one vampire who could have gotten into Daphne and Harry's home, one that Daphne would have let in and wouldn't have fought against." She hung up before she could hear his answer. She did not want to discuss this, not yet.
She opened the door to her room and found Harry on her bed. He was sitting against the headboard with his knees pulled up and his arms wrapped around them. He was staring out into space.
"Hey," Buffy said softly. She went over and sat down next to him. She wasn't sure what to do. She was fighting the urge to break down herself at the thought of Angel but she forced herself to push her own pain at the situation to the back of her head. He needed her.
She scooted closer to him and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't react but she kept the motions up. After a little bit, his head tilted to the side rested on her shoulder.
Buffy made her way up to the school. She hadn't wanted to leave Harry but she was getting more and more worried. She still hadn't heard from Faith and when she'd called Giles he said that she hadn't checked in with them either. Harry was sleeping and no matter how much she hated leaving him she knew that he wouldn't be able to take it if something happened to Faith as well.
She stopped short on her way to the library when she heard voices and came around the corner. Xander and Jenny Calendar stood facing Angel, who had Willow by the throat.
"I got a message for Buffy." Angel said and she stepped closer.
"Well, it's not really the kind of message you tell. It sort of involves finding the bodies of all your friends." Buffy took another step, staring into his eyes.
"Like Daphne? You killed her, didn't you?" She heard a gasp from Willow at this but kept looking at Angel. "Why? Why didn't you just wait? You could have just waited a little longer. Harry would have been home by then..." She felt a little sickened by the thought but this wasn't Angel, not the man she knew. Her Angel would never kill Daphne, never hurt his son like that.
"Maybe I just wanted to see the look on his face." Buffy's stomach rolled and she shook her head.
"So, what?" She kept her gaze locked on Angel but she knew that Xander was coming up close behind him. "This is just some game? You did that to torture Harry?" He didn't get a chance to answer when Xander shoved a cross in his face and he threw Willow into him before turning to Buffy and grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Things are about to get very interesting." He kissed her before shoving her back and disappearing. She stared after him, not even hearing when her friends started to call to her.
"Well, something set it off. Some event must've triggered his transformation. Well, if anyone would know, Buffy, it should be you." Buffy looked up when Giles said that and felt like she was going to be sick again.
"Well, did anything happen last night that, that might..." Buffy shook her head, standing.
"Giles, please, I can't." She literally ran from the room. She couldn't discuss this anymore. Was this really something she did? Was what they'd done the night before the reason? What if it was? What if it was her fault? What if she was the reason Daphne was dead?
She ran all the way home. When she got to her room, Harry was curled up on his side in her bed. She sighed, trying to slow her heat, trying to force back her tears. His eyes opened and he turned over on his back and propped himself up on his elbows.
"You came back." He was frowning slightly, like he hadn't expected her to. She nodded and took off her coat.
"Sorry for leaving." He shrugged and she kicked off her shoes before getting into bed beside him.
"You'll stay?" She nodded and he rested his head on her shoulder again. She reached out to grab his hand. She only let herself cry when she knew that he was asleep. It took her awhile to fall asleep herself.
Buffy sat straight up in bed with a gasp. The dream that she'd had running over and over and she felt a new emotion welling up in her. Anger.
"She knew this would happen."
"Who did?" She jumped and looked over at Harry, who was sitting up as well. She hesitated. The dazed look had left his eyes, replaced by a sort of emptiness that she liked even less.
"It...it doesn't matter." Harry shook his head and got up, putting on his shoes.
"You're pissed at someone. Let's go."
Buffy had promised herself that she wouldn't get violent to this, no matter how angry she was, not with Harry there. He had refused to be left behind. He still hadn't cried yet.
He wasn't really dealing with it, she could tell. He wasn't talking about it, trying not to think about and probably, even though he did know it on some level, refused to believe that it was Angel who had killed Daphne.
When she'd walked into the classroom and saw Jenny talking to Giles so calmly, like nothing had happened, she couldn't help it. Rage rose up. She had the picture of Angel, holding Willow by the throat, of Daphne's blank eyes staring up at the ceiling, of Harry's dazed ones when she'd found him.
"What do you know?!" She slammed the woman against her desk.
"Buffy!" Giles pulled her off of Jenny.
"Did you do it? Did you know this was going to happen?"
"I didn't know... exactly. I was told...I was sent here to watch you. They told me to keep you and Angel apart. They never told me what would happen." Giles stepped away from her, shock on his face.
"I'm sorry, Rupert. Angel was supposed to pay for what he did to my people." Buffy glanced back at Harry. He was standing not far away. He still hadn't said anything, he was simply staring at Jenny.
"And me?" Buffy asked, turning back to her. "What was I supposed to be paying for? What about Harry? You didn't even think about him, about what this would do to us?"
"I didn't know what would happen until after. I swear I would've told you." Guilt squirmed in Buffy's gut but she had to know.
"So it was me. I did it." Jenny nodded sadly.
"I think so. I mean, if you...It's the curse. If Angel achieved true happiness, even just a moment of...He would lose his soul."
"How is he?" Giles asked while they were waiting for Xander and the others to get back. to get back. She glanced over at Harry. He was sitting on the stairs in the library.
"Not good. I don't think he's really accepted it yet. He refuses to talk about it, he hasn't even cried. He refuses to leave, too. He wants to be in this. I don't think he wants to be alone." She shook her head. "I don't want him in this fight, Giles. Angel will be there...but I can't force him to go home either."
"Maybe...if he goes he'll be able to accept it, believe it." Buffy leaned closer to him.
"Please tell me you've heard from Faith." Giles sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"No, I have not." Buffy closed her eyes.
"He's tormenting us. Harry and I were the closest ones to him. You said that he would go after the people closest to him. He knew Daphne for years. Harry's his son. He's tormenting Harry the best way he knows how and we haven't heard from Faith since last night."
"I'm sure she's fine." Giles said, though he sounded skeptical. "She has gone days before without checking in." Buffy shook her head again.
"That was before she and Harry got back together." She reached over and grabbed a weapon. "Could you stay with him? I'm going over to Faith's motel room."
"I have to find her, Giles. If something happened to her..." She glanced over at Harry again. He nodded with a sigh. "I'll be back soon."
There was nothing in Faith's motel room. It was exactly the way she had seen it last. She couldn't really tell if Faith had been there or not. Faith wasn't really much of a housekeeper.
She reached for the phone, intending to call Faith's cell again. This time she was surprised when someone answered but the voice was unfamiliar.
"Who is this?"
By the time she got back to the school, Xander and the others were back and Giles was opening what he'd brought. Buffy was feeling the rage again, only this time it wasn't directed at Jenny.
"Buffy...?" She heard the concern in Giles voice and simply shook her head. She couldn't talk about it now. She glanced over at Harry, who was watching her. There was something in his eyes that told her he knew something bad had happened but he didn't ask.
"Are you sure?" She asked him. He shrugged.
Buffy held Harry's hand as they walked through the hospital. He still hadn't said anything. He'd stood beside her throughout the fight, though it wasn't really much of a fight. He'd shown no reaction to Angel being there. He hadn't spoken once. She would have thought that he was unaware of anything except that he refused to go to far from her side.
He had wanted to come here. She had tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn't listen. He had simply given her that empty look and said that he had to.
Buffy squeezed his hand when they got to the right room and forced back tears once again. She'd been doing that a lot lately. Faith was lying in the bed, unconscious. She had a wound on her abdomen that had apparently come from her own stake and a head wound from smashing through a monument in the graveyard. The doctors said she might never wake up.
After a moment, Harry released her hand and stepped closer to the bed. Faith's face was pale and bruised. Buffy couldn't hold back and a few tears slipped out when Harry bent to kiss her forehead. This wasn't fair. In one night, Harry had lost his family and his girlfriend.
Harry straightened and met her eyes. His were still empty.