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Dirty Bad Wrong - Billy
Apr. 3rd, 2005 10:32 pmDawn hadn't taken the idea of Angel's deciding to free a criminal in exchange for Cordelia's life nearly as well as I'd hoped. Not that any of us at Angel Investigations had been terribly pleased about the circumstances, we all agreed that Cordy was the most important part of the entire equation, and worth the compromise. (Except, of course, for Cordelia herself, who had no idea.)
Coming from a point of view of a more black and white concept of right and wrong-- that is, coming from Sunnydale-- Dawn held Angel's choice against him as a wrongdoing. And I hadn't half enough the heart to argue the point with the girl. I was afraid of hurting her feelings, afraid of her no longer wanting to be with me, as well. And so, I let her grudge against Angel continue.
Weeks passed, and cases came and went. Angel was possessed by an elderly man. Fred almost went home, then came to decide that her place was here. And Dawn's place became more and more cemented, especially with the out-of-her-room Fred more often in the lobby, where she and Dawn conversed often.
It turned out, unfortunately, that a number of other people would suffer for Angel's compromise. Billy Blim, the man Angel had freed, had gone on some sort of destructive bender. On the young inhuman's trail, Angel and I at last found evidence-- some of Billy's blood on the wall of a building. I took a sample and returned the Hyperion while Angel hunted Billy.
Enlisting both Fred's and Dawn's help, I began to study the sample. After some time, Fred took a break, heading up to her room to rest, leaving Dawn and myself in the office. The blood under my microscope was frightening and intriguing all at once. Tugging at my shirt collar-- why was it so warm in here?
A thought occurred quite suddenly, and I looked up.
"Dawn? Where's Cordelia?"
((Open to Dawn))
Coming from a point of view of a more black and white concept of right and wrong-- that is, coming from Sunnydale-- Dawn held Angel's choice against him as a wrongdoing. And I hadn't half enough the heart to argue the point with the girl. I was afraid of hurting her feelings, afraid of her no longer wanting to be with me, as well. And so, I let her grudge against Angel continue.
Weeks passed, and cases came and went. Angel was possessed by an elderly man. Fred almost went home, then came to decide that her place was here. And Dawn's place became more and more cemented, especially with the out-of-her-room Fred more often in the lobby, where she and Dawn conversed often.
It turned out, unfortunately, that a number of other people would suffer for Angel's compromise. Billy Blim, the man Angel had freed, had gone on some sort of destructive bender. On the young inhuman's trail, Angel and I at last found evidence-- some of Billy's blood on the wall of a building. I took a sample and returned the Hyperion while Angel hunted Billy.
Enlisting both Fred's and Dawn's help, I began to study the sample. After some time, Fred took a break, heading up to her room to rest, leaving Dawn and myself in the office. The blood under my microscope was frightening and intriguing all at once. Tugging at my shirt collar-- why was it so warm in here?
A thought occurred quite suddenly, and I looked up.
"Dawn? Where's Cordelia?"
((Open to Dawn))
