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A/N I actually don't really spend much time rewriting Damaged, because I have to do it all from memory (since those evil people at Fox keep us waiting several months between DVD releases) and what I'm really interested in is what comes after.

The elevator door opened, and the two vampires, Angel and Spike strode out, heading toward the conference room.

"A psycho slayer!" Spike exclaimed.

Angel rolled his eyes. "Will you stop saying that?"

"Sorry mate, just trying to get my head around the idea. A psycho slayer."

As they walked past the secretary's desk, which seemed to be empty, a blond head peaked up from under the desk.

"Umm boss? There's something y-"

"Harmony I don't even want to know what you're doing down there, get back to work." Angel sighed. For the hundredth time he wondered what Wesley had been thinking when he had appointed the poster child for dumb blonds to be his secretary.

"But boss."

"Back to work." Angel snapped.

Neither he nor Spike even bothered to look at her, as she reluctantly took her seat and whispered under her breath. "Sure, fine, whatever, not like you'd want to know that Slutty the Vampire Slayer's here."

But the male vampires were ignoring her completely. Side by side, they each reached for one of the double doors to the conference room. At almost they same moment they each opened a door, and at the same moment they both froze.

The usual gang was there, Wesley, Gunn, Fred, and Lorne. All looking business like each in their own way. But sitting on the table was a young blond women in a white cotton blouse and blue jeans, her black leather boots resting on one of the chairs. Her back was facing them, but Angel knew her instantly. They was she sat, they way she held everyone's attention, they way she smelled. Buffy.

She turned to look as she heard the doors open.

"Hey Ang- SPIKE?!"

It took everything in Angel not to growl at her. She's just surprised, he tried to tell himself, and it was evident on her face that she really was.

She hopped down off the table. She stood facing them in a wide stance, balanced, as if she might be expecting an attack. But her arms were crossed in front of her chest, protectively, and Angel knew her well enough to know that this meant she was nervous.

She was the most beautiful thing Angel had ever seen. And every time he saw her in person, he was filled with the same need. He wanted to grab her, kiss her, beg her to take him back. To be his, and only his. It tore him apart. But he knew he needed to stay strong. He knew if he asked her, she would say yes, but he couldn't. She deserved better than him. She deserved sunlight, and children, and laughter. Things he couldn't give her.

"What -? How -?" she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, to calm herself. Angel was glad she closed her eyes, because he knew they were focused not on him, but on Spike.

When she opened them again Angel's heart leapt. She was still looking only at Spike, but her eyes were flashing, angry.

"Hello Slayer." Angel could hear the younger vampire shuffle his feet uncomfortably next to him, as he used his best, I haven't done anything wrong if I don't admit to it, voice.

"Yah, whatever. Look, do you guys know where Dana is or not?" Buffy asked, looking away from Spike and back toward Wesley and Gunn.

"I'm still confused," Gunn broke in, "I thought there was only supposed to be one Slayer, the Chosen One and all that. Well except for Faith of course. She didn't die did she?"

"What?! No," Buffy sighed, "Okay here's the deal, way back in the dawn of time, a bunch of shamans took a young girl and filled her with the powers of a demon so that she could fight the forces of darkness. But since they didn't expect her to live long, they set up this whole deal, that when she died her powers would pass to another girl. The Chosen One, right.

"So anyway, no one ever bothered to question why there should just be one girl saving the whole human race, until last spring that is. The First evil was raising an army of uber-vampires and was killing off potential slayers, trying to end the whole Slayer line. Long story short, Willow, you guys met Willow right? Anyway, Willow pulled some major mojo, and made every potential slayer into a Slayer. But not just the potential Slayers in Sunnydale, all of them. Everywhere. Including this Dana girl.

"Look she's strong, she scared, and it sounds like she's not all there. Slayers have these wild technicolor dreams about the battles of previous Slayers. If she wasn't in touch with reality to begin with, they could have easily pushed her all the way over the edge. Trust me, they're not fun. We need to find her before she hurts herself or someone else."

Buffy looked around the room, waiting for someone to answer her, give her the information she needed. Then she scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion.

"Where'd Spike go?"

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