[Author's note: I can't find Dana's last name, not in the script, not in any Buffywiki. If anyone else knows, please write it in the review or email it to me, and I'll edit this chapter.]
They climb out of the sewers to the basement of the Hyperion.

Buffy looks around and asks, "Where are we?"

"The basement of the hotel," answers Angel as he walks to a wooden chest, opens it, and grabs a very thick pair of manacles. He returns, looks at Spike and says "You're not setting a foot upstairs, Spike."

Spike replies sarcastically, "What an exemplary host!"

Buffy says, "Angel, that isn't necessary."

"My house, my rules." Angel then gestures to one of the support beams of the basement and commands, "Get next to that column."

Spike retorts, "Scared I'll steal your hair gel?", and surprisingly moves to the support beam and leans his back against it.

"You're unusually compliant?"

"Yeah, well, I've become accustomed to basements lately." Spike gives Buffy a look.

Angel moves behind Spike and roughly locks the manacles around the younger vampire's wrists, securing him to the support beam.

Angel then comes back in front of Spike, stares in his eyes and warns, "You stay away from my people. If I see you upstairs, I will kill you."

"Got the message."

Angel moves away for the stairs saying, "Come on guys." His friends follow, but Buffy stays. Angel asks, "Buffy, you coming?"

Needing to talk to Spike alone, Buffy says, "Give me a minute." She looks at Spike and sees that the lower half of his shirt is stained with blood and asks, "Can you get me a first aid kit?" Angel and his friends give her a confused look. "You shot him with an arrow, remember?"

Angel sighs, "Sure," then he and his friends leave the basement.

Turning to Spike as he sits on the floor, she asks, "Do you want me to help you out of those, so you can go to a hotel or something?"

He looks up surprised and says, "Thanks, but no. I'll stay." Then he lowers his gaze to the floor. There is a long pause and she looks down at him in silence, wondering why his attitude has shifted so drastically. She then realizes that he had been wearing a mask around Angel. He reaches into his pocket and takes out Dana's drawings of him murdering her predecessors.

"Dana got to you, didn't she?"

"She talked to me in their voices."

"The slayer's?"

"Yeah. She's real nuts."

"What did she say?"

"The first I couldn't understand. Chinese. The other voice begged to live because she had a child." He pauses in thought, with an undertone of guilt. "Though, I remember she didn't beg. She went out strong. By the way, the girl can fight. She aint an amateur."


"I don't know. Kept muttering how to kill vampires, too. Maybe the janitor taught her."

"Crap! What did she..."

From the stairs, Fred voice interrupts, "Uh, here's the first aid kit."

Spike pockets the pictures.

"Thanks," Buffy says as she is handed the kit and then starts administering the bandage as Spike holds up the section of his shirt.

Spike makes eye contact with Fred and with sincerity says, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she replies with awkward hesitation.

"What's your name, luv?"


"Fred. What's that short for, Winifred?"


There is a silent pause.

"Hey, um, I'm sorry for pulling your hair."

"It's ok. Um, bye." Fred then quickly ascends the stairs.

"Bye, now." Then after the door closes, "Heh. She's cute." Buffy gives him a look. "What? Jealous?" To that, Buffy presses hard on the arrow wound. "Ouch!"



She stands.

"There's something else about Dana," he says, "Besides the voices. Sometimes she seemed like a scared little girl, she was terrified of me, but when... you should have seen her face when she killed that cop. Wasn't human."

"Well, she's human, and it's that scared little girl we're going to help."

"Let's hope," he says without hope.

Not wanting to discuss that possibility, Buffy asks, "Listen, do you still want me to keep your soul a secret?"

He steadies his eyes to hers and says, "Yes."

"This is ridiculous. He can help you!"

"He can't even help himself. You saw him, he looks like he's been through a gauntlet."

"You know I'm going to have to defend you upstairs, and it's like you're tying one hand behind my back."

"Don't tell him. Please."


He looks away and doesn't answer.

Defeated, she says, "I'm going upstairs. Are you going to be ok?"

"I don't know."

Upstairs the sun lights the windows and the front of the lobby.

Cordelia asks, "What the hell is going on with Buffy?"

"I don't know," replies Angel as he sits on the couch, exhausted.

Gunn asks, "So, is this a normal thing with her? Vampires, I mean. I know that she was with you a few years back, and now she with this Spike?"

"She isn't dating him."

Cordelia adds, "I don't know, wouldn't put it past her. You saw how she was so protective over him."

"She isn't dating Spike!"

Out of place, Fred says, "I'll get the first aid kit."

Gunn asks, "Are you sure?"

Angel says, "Don't worry Gunn, Buffy wouldn't let anything happen to her."

Fred goes for the first-aid kit, then Gunn says to Cordelia., "So, about you vision, how did you miss a super strength psycho killing a cop?"

"Hey, give me a break!" she answers, "Blame the damn Powers for not giving me Cliff Notes. They're not like movies in my head. I felt this large jolt of pain that blurred everything. Didn't make any sense."

Angel suggests, "You think it was Spike's chip?"

"I guess. That does make sense."

Gunn asks, "Why would the Powers send us to save a vampire?"

"Maybe it was the cop, and we were too late."

Then Angel, "Was the cop in you vision at all?"


"Heh, so they let me rot under the ocean, but they sent us to save Spike."

Fred returns from the basement.

Angel asks Fred, "What's Buffy doing?"

"She's bandaging Spike," she answers.

Totally bewildered, Angel says, "Maybe I'm still in the coffin and this is all an hallucination."

Then Gunn says, "Speaking of which, I know our plate's full right now, but what are we going to do about Connor?"

"I wouldn't worry about him for now, he can take care of himself."

"It's not exactly his well-being I'm worried about."

"He won't hurt anybody, at least not humans. Listen guys, don't mention Connor around Buffy."

Cordelia says, "Oh my god! Your never told her?"

"She always has enough problems of her own to have to worry about ours."

Then Buffy enters from the basement.

Angel looks at his friends for silence about Connor.

Buffy gets her first look at the hotel lobby and exclaims, "Whoa! I heard this place was big, but I had still expected some dirty motel, not four stars and style."

Cordelia, explains, "But you should see the rooms, most of them are trashed."

Angel says, "So, about Dana. We'd like to help but we need more background."

Buffy replies, "I can't give you her biography, but ask away."

"What's her last name?"


"Do you know why she's... what happened to her to make her insane?"

"When she was ten her parents were killed and the murderer kidnapped her. Few months later she was found in the street in a catatonic state. I don't know the details, or much else beside that."

"So, you basically just rushed to L.A.?"

"There wasn't anytime for research."

"Anything else?"

"About her slayer dreams. We snuck into her room at the hospital. The walls were covered in drawings of her dreams. More than I ever had, much more. And Spike said Dana recognized him from her dreams."

Fred asks, "Why would she recognize him?"

Angel answers her, "Spike killed two slayers."

Cordelia asks, "Why aren't we staking him again?"

Needing to change topics, Buffy adds, "Anyway, he said she talked to him in their voices. Even spoke Chinese."

Gunn asks, "Can you do that?"

"No. Also, even though she's been in a hospital since she was ten, Spike said she knows how to fight."

Angel asks, "Do you think she's learning from her dreams?"

"Maybe, but I don't know how if hers are anything like mine. They're mostly like nightmares, you're too scared to run, let alone fight."

"Is that all you got?"

"Yep, drained."

"Alright," Angel looks to his friends, "do you guys need a rest, or can you work for a couple more hours?"

Gunn and Fred say "I'm good." and "Me, too."

Then Cordelia says, "I need to wash off the stench of sewer, but I'll be good for a few more hours."

Angel says, "Good. Fred, go to the library, check the archives for anything about a Coleridge family around 14 years ago. Cordy and Gunn, I want you to go back to the habor, try to find what you can, if the police are on to Dana, if they're looking for us. Also, try to get back my car."

Buffy says to Gunn and Cordelia, "I'll go with you guys."

"No, they can handle themselves." With hidden effort, Angel stands looks down at her, and demands, "You and me need to talk."

"What? Angel, we don't have time for this."

"I'd say you bringing a mass murderer to my city deserves some discussion. Guys, go."

Cordelia begins to say, "Angel..."

"Not now Cordy." The strict interruption silences Cordelia. She leaves with Gunn and Fred, feeling hurt, a little discarded.

Buffy continues, "Are you serious? Angel, you saw him, he's harmless."

"You think you're safe around him because he can't hit you?"

A pause, then she confesses, "He can hit me."

"So, he can hurt slayers?"

"No, he hasn't always been able to. After Willow resurrected me, something about me was different. I don't know, it's all sciency. Point is he can hit me."

"And you're still feel safe around him?"

"He's been helping me for over two years. I'm not saying he's been a saint, but he's never been a threat since." There's the slightest pause in her voice as she remembers the night Spike tried to rape her.

"Oh, so he's on a leash for a couple of years and you think know him. I knew him for twenty years, Buffy!"

"Yeah, and that was a hundred years ago. He's changed."

"Changed! Three years ago he had me tortured!"

She lowers her voice and breaks eye contact. "He told me about that. And I'm sorry, I should have warned you that he would be coming after the ring."

"I'm not blaming you for that."

"Listen, he's helped me more times than I can count. I don't know about me, but I do know that Dawn would be dead if it wasn't for Spike. Again, I'm not saying he's a saint, but he deserves the benefit of the doubt."

"He doesn't have a soul. What would you think if I didn't have a soul and my friends were talking like you?"

Cornered by that question, as a last resort Buffy asks, "Do you trust me?"

"That's not fair."

"Hey! Remember I found you holding my mother as she was bleeding from the neck, and you told me you didn't bite her. I trusted you then, trust me now."

"You're asking me to risk my friends."

"I'm not asking you anything I haven't already asked of myself and my friends. I'll take full responsibility for him."

"I can't believe this." Angel turns and walks away from her. He then says, "I'm still not letting him up here."

Relieved, Buffy says, "I understand. Thank you."

"I need to sit down again. Also need to get new clothes. These reek of salt water."

He sits on the circular couch and takes off his jacket.

Reminded of how unusually weak he is, Buffy says, "Angel, tell me what happened to you. I've seen you bad, worse even, but not like this. You're exhausted, you look starved. Have you been on a hunger strike or something?"

"No." Angel becomes somber. "Someone... I was locked in a steel box and dropped in the ocean. Wesely fished me out last night a few hours before you got here. I was down there for three months."

"Oh my god." She's stunned motionless.

"Don't worry. I'm fine."

She erupts. "Don't tell me you're fine! You think I don't know what happens to you if you don't eat? Jesus, three months!"

"I'm not going to lie, it was bad."

"Who did it?"

"The person who did it is taken care of."

"W-what are you doing walking around? Why where you out there?"

"I can't rest, not yet."

"Have you ate?"

"I drank everything I had. Buffy, please calm down."

Buffy begins to pace back and forth.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"I don't know."

"So, your friends think that you missing for three months is not my concern? What the hell! I thought Cordelia would at least have the decency to call me! Guess that required too many brain cells."

"Stop it. Don't blame them."

"Oh, I'm blaming them! And what, was Wesely too busy being useless? Wouldn't you blame my friends if they didn't tell you I was missing?"

"Well, it's not exactly the same, but remember none of your friends told me they were trying to resurrect you, and when they did, I only found out a week later. So yeah, I was missing for three months and you didn't know. You were alive for seven days, and for seven days I thought you were still dead. Do you know how much I want to resent your friends for that week? But I don't. I try not to anyway."

She has stopped pacing and feels partly responsible for those seven days.

"I'm sorry. It's just... three months... I need ... I need to know... I."

Angel pats the space next to him and says, "Come, sit with me."

She does, and hides her face in her hand, and confesses, "I know we're not part of each other's lives anymore, I know that. But that doesn't mean I don't care when you're hurt or need help. I don't ever want to be that apart, no matter how much we're not good for each other."

"Me too."

"Promise me you'll call me if you need my help. It doesn't matter what's happening in Sunnydale, I'll come. Understand?"


"Promise me."

"I promise."

"Good. I promise too."

There's a moment of silence, which Angel breaks.

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask. When you were fighting Glory, why didn't you ask for my help?"

"I should have. I needed it. But you have to understand that I wasn't being stubborn. Some part of me was certain that I was going to lose Dawn, and I couldn't risk losing you too. Even though we're not together, just knowing you're here, safe, it helps. It makes the world a little better, you know?"

"I know." He holds one of her hands. "I know."

"Sorry, I'm getting all confession-y. You don't want to hear me babble."

"I love to hear you babble."

She smiles at him.

"How are you feeling now? Are you hungry?"

"I'm fine." In truth, he's starving.

"Do you want to rest?"

"I can't sleep." He doesn't want to be alone, nor to dream.

"So, what do we do now? Just wait for your friends?"

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"No. Actually, I was waiting to ask if I can stay here."

"Sure." Angel then slowly stands and continues, "Follow me. I'll try to find a room that's furnished."

As they make their way to the stairs, Buffy places her hand on Angel's back to steady him.