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Oz kissed Willow’s hand. He then kissed her nose. He let his fingers play around with hers as he gazed into her eyes. It was almost like a fantasy.

“Willow, I don’t know what is going to happen after this, but I want you to know that all I’ve ever wanted was you...to be...with you.”

Oz held Willow’s hands. Her fingers still scented a bit of sage. But Oz did not mind nor care. It was Willow’s hand. That’s what mattered.

Buffy squeezed Angel's hand.
"I'm sorry.. and we'll talk more later. But wouldn't you like him gone? The sooner the better? Then we need to get this done and over with."
She turned back down the stairs.
"Ok, Riley, talk. And my friends are none of your business... not anymore."
She felt bad being rude- but if it was a choice between Riley being pissy and Angel having hurt feelings... Well that wasn't really a choice at all.

Riley did a double take at the demon with the lisp and the oh so stylin' clothes.
"How the hell-" he grabbed the demon by the lapels of it's shirt and tugged "-do you know that word? And where do you get off calling me anything?"
He released him quickly when he caught the glare in Buffy's eyes.
"Let me explain...."
He stood in front of the fireplace, as if he were the president about to make a speech.
"You know what Sam and I were doing, Buffy, in South America. We'd been wrapping up a particularly nasty case, in which we'd lost half the retrieval team, when Sam was called in on a consult. Apparently a herd of Mohra demons had taken out an entire family, leaving one barely alive. He would have died had our other branch not been called in and taken him out."
He paused and looked at each and every being in the room dead in the eye for a few seconds.
"It's important that you understand that he. would. have. died. Period." Riley cleared his throat and paced to the bar, leaning his tall lithe body across the bar top to reach a bottle of blackberry brandy. He uncapped it and poured two fingers worth into a small glass. Taking a small sip, he savored the burn traveling down his esophagus and into his stomach. He licked his lips, tasting the tangy sweetness of the berry. Walking back toward the fireplace, he stood dead-center and stood with legs spread at shoulder width, left hand behind his back, military style.
"When it was ascertained that they would be unable to revive the victim, the scientific team was called in. They performed certain...." He stopped talking for a moment, considering, then shook his head slightly and continued."...necessary operations."
He took another small sip of the smooth liquor. Looked at Buffy.
"He was gone. The human part. After a 3 day incubation period, Test Subject 42A woke up. He far surpassed the expectations of the aforementioned scientists.
They called in Sam and myself. We're...." Again he shook his head. "We're classified. Anyway, we did our thing. One night, due to an error in shift change, the subject escaped. We've since recovered him, and are running a full battery of test, as we've noticed certain faulty actions it's performing."
He grinned, lost in thought, half his mind back on the lab and the work that needed to be done.
"It's odd. He seems to be remembering things. In fact, it's claiming he has never forgotten." Riley's grin faded at the implications. But no. Impossible.
"As for the Watcher, that was a mistake, and he was unharmed."
He finished off the brandy and stood still, waiting for someone to say something.

Buffy had been about to speak when Lorne began to flip out a bit. She waited until he was done, then looked at Riley, who seemed fine, no matter how much he'd had to drink.
Gotta love military training, she thought.
"Where is Atticus now, Ry? Cuz... I think you might be wrong. And you know what's gonna have to happen if you are wrong."
She tilted her head, wondering where the sweet and kind Riley had disappeared to.
Was it her fault? Was it the wife? Or was he always just this.... blunt, and she hadn't seen it?
"Maybe you should.. you know... sing. Angel will if you will.. Right?"
She stared imploringly at Angel and waited for a response, begging him with her eyes to agree and get this all over with.
Then she realized she'd never heard him sing. Or Riley, for that matter. How odd.

Just as Kennedy reached for the front door, she could hear a faint singing, and not the best type of singing either. She couldn’t help it as she decided to follow that voice. Who was singing? Why would they? Kennedy came upon some stairs and continued to follow the voice. At the door, slightly ajar, she could hear some talking.

Although she did her best to make out the owner’s of those voices, Kennedy still had the strong urge to go outside. And food.

"...pancakes..." Sounded good. What time of the day is it, anyway?

Kennedy sighed as she decided it best not to go into the room. Her pace continued to move slow, her hands continued to rest upon her arms. She headed back upstairs, just as slow as she did to come downstairs from the bedroom.

Phoenix decided she'd better show these two to a bedroom.
"Listen, I'm not really the housewifey type.. not really good at all that crap, but let me help you with your suitcases and show you a room."
She headed out, waiting on the two newcomers to follow her, and began going upstairs, holding Wesley's suitcase.
Hopefully he takes her suitcase from her, Phoenix thought about that country looking girl, because that girl was skinny.