Wes had waved away the phone when I tried to hand it back, he was obviously to busy with Connor to be bothered. Without so much as another thought I put the phone to my ear and waited impatiently for someone to answer. Hoping of course that it was the right someone. I wasn't exactly sure I even had the right number. But, when someone finally did answer and that voice on the other end was exactly the one I had been hoping for, it was pretty hard to hide my excitement, not to mention my relief.
I wasn't oblivious to the things being said around me and I cringed each time someone spoke. Angelus was using me to get to Connor which couldn't have possibly ended well if Wesley hadn't stepped in. Now that Wes had turned the gun on Connor and lump formed in my throat and for a second I forgot to breathe.
"Yes, Willow, Hi, it's me. I, well we....we need a favor."
I listened as Willow immediately went into an all out ramble about how she knew someone would be calling, that she knew all about Angelus being back and her how her and the others were already in LA. Things couldn't have worked out better if we had planned them. I quickly told her to meet us back at the hotel, that everything she would need was already there. Sort of. I failed to mention the part about Angel's soul being stuck in a glass jar and how that glass jar was now missing. There was no need I realized as I hung up the phone, I knew exactly where it was; A small little fact I had almost forgotten in my time as a prisoner in my own body.
"We need to get him to the hotel. Willow and the others will meet us there." I said to Wesley, turning just in time to see Connor move forward.
"Stop pointing that gun at me, Wesley."
Great, just what we need.
The tension between Wesley, Faith and Connor was building to a creshendo. I didn't care what they did to the punk of my spunk, as long as the tension continued to mount. Because if it did, then Faith would get distracted, a gunshot or two wouldn't stop Connor and Faith would have to intervene and when that happened, I would be out of the window and already planning the second attack on everyone in here.
Everyone stopped, though, when Cordelia spoke up.
"Yes, Willow, Hi, it's me. I, well we....we need a favor."
This was not good. Not good at all. I had to get out of here, but Faith semed to be focused on me, and even the punk of my spunk had backed off of Wesley, when I was sure that he was going to attack him.
"We need to get him to the hotel. Willow and the others will meet us there."
Connor didn't seem to care. "Connor, are you gonna let the weak librarian point a gun at you? If you do, then you are every bit the chump that i think that you are, and you would definitely have no chance against me. Not that you would anyway."
Faith belted me with a backhand that rattled my jaw.
The verbal pissing contests were really startin' to chap my ass and I'd had just about as much as one girl would take. Angelus opened his mouth and spat out some more "big talk" and I back handed him. That aught'ta shut him up for a hot minute or two. If not, well that would just give me another excuse to wail on him, which was always a good time if you ask me.
"Right," I said lookin' around at the rest of 'em. "Hotel it is."
I grabbed Angelus' restraints and pushed him forward toward the door. Wes was still aimin' his little toy solider weapon at Connor. Not that it would do much damage was my thought. The kid was strong and stubborn. Like father like son, broody and harder then hell to put down. I had not doubt those bullets would hurt like a bitch but somethin' told be he didn't care.
"Hey kid," Connor looked at me and there was nothin' in those eyes of his except pure anger, or maybe it was hatred, hard to tell. "Think you can set aside that little vendetta of yours and give a girl a hand here?"
I had a feelin' the minute we got outside Angelus would try and make a break for it. I'd need the kid to help me keep that from happenin'.
"Hotel it is."
Faith had Angelus under control and had managed to shut him up with a rather vicious punch that I could almost feel, Angelus' jaw screamed from the impact so much.
Angelus had taunted Connor into trying to attack me, so I held the revolver firm, but when Faith hit Angelus, Connor turned and saw that and seemed to respect that.
"Think you can set aside that little vendetta of yours and give a girl a hand here?"
I knew that he wasn't going to respond to be called kid and I rather suspected that he didn't want to get Angel to the hotel to get his soul back, because in truth, I knew that Connor still wanted to kill Angel and wouldn't want this, and yet, as I pointed the gun at him, he actually went to Faith and grabbed Angel by one arm, while Faith had him by the other and they lifted him off of the floor.
I stood next to Cordelia, lowering the revolver, as we followed. It was dangerous outside, though and I was ready to actually shoot truly evil beings, as Cordy needed protection, being that she was so out of it and sickly still from the strange birth of whatever had come out of her, which we would address later.
Right now, we needed to get Angel back, at all costs and measures.
I followed Cordy down the stairs, as she followed Faith and Connor manhandling Angelus.
I listened, respecting the way that faith hit my filthy demon father. The blood shot from his mouth and landed on the wall and I fantasized about two things, starting to ignore that Wesley was pointing that gun at me, and completely, now, ignoring, what my filthy demon father had said to try to taunt me. His time would come when he was Angel, hiding away from what he truly was.
I fantasized about beating on Angel the way that faith just had, and I had to admit, it was sexy watching Faith smash his face. She was so strong and sexy and older, and yet she wasn't Cordy, who would totally use me.
I helped Faith when she asked me to, wordless, deciding that from now on, I would follow Faith in what she wanted to do.
We carried Angelus down the stiars and it was funny that he tried to get away from us. Faith hit him again, several times at the bottom of the stairs, when he managed to break free from us, with shots to the face, that left Angelus not moving and weak at her feet, like he really was.
For good measure, I kicked him in the ribs while he was down, and we got him into the jeep, where I saw Fred again, lying in the cargo section of Wesley's jeep, which gave me clarity about why he was pointing guns at me and kinda enabled me to forgive him, and it was also easy, because Faith had pretty much knocked Angelus unconscious, and me getting to kick him so hard in the ribs...also very cool.
Wesley shot a demon or three as he and Cordy got in the front seat. I tried not to think about Cordy, as Wesley drove to the hotel. There was nothing but bad there.
I chose to look at Faith after she had manhandled Angel and as he now sat in between Faith and I, hogtied and beaten down.