Sep. 26th, 2003

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Here it is second part, hope ya like:)

The sound of activity in the once silent Hyperion was enough to disconcert Angel. He didn’t know if it was due in part of the slayers running around in his territory, the Christmas decorations or Buffy.

It was a frenetic sight, packed boxes, décor and kids. He remembered the waiting, after he returned to LA, after she ordered him to mobilize his people just in case she failed. He waited for hours, his own forces mobilized his muscles ached with the strain of keeping still. In that time, in that worried state he was able to keep the thoughts of Connor at bay, just enough to tide him over. Then seemingly out of nowhere yellow buses appeared, honking in all of its glory.

Buffy leapt down the bus, and smiled. “We’re gonna crash your hotel.”

And that was all needed to be said.

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