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Wesley sat outside of the principal's office. He didn't really care for Principal Snyder. The man simply gave him the creeps for some reason. But he was his boss and he had to deal with him. And now he was dealing with him because of his good friend that sat impatiently next to him.
It had been forever since the two young men had sat down and really talked. And Wesley and he had been different even back then. He was wondering if this working with him and the whole moving in would be a good thing.
Or was it because a certain woman that he had fallen in love with had seemed to take an instant liking to him. Gunn was the tall, dark and handsome type. The rugged outdoors, ready to kick ass type. And that's what women these days went for, right? Not the bookworm geek that he himself is.
A sigh escaped him and Gunn looked at him. Wesley only shrugged indicating the time. It was taking the Snydeman so long. There was quite a bit going on seeing that four of the students had been so viciously gunned down that very morning. He wondered how those unfortunate young people were doing.
"You wanted to see me?" Mr. Snyder stood in the doorway. The weasely little man stood in the doorway. "What exactly is this about, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce?"
Both Wesley and Gunn stood at the same time and to face the rat looking man. "My friend Charles Gunn is looking for employment. He has an excellent background in security and also served in the armed forces. And I've heard that with the recent incident you could use another security officer."
Principal Snyder eyed Gunn up and down. "He does have the physical build to handle the stress of the job. It will take more then coming to me for him to get the job. He'll have to pass interviews and of course a background evaluation."
"That's cool, man." Gunn smiled a little. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Security, especially in the school area should be taken seriously. And I want to protect the kids, not hurt them in any way shape or form."
The principal only grunted. "Be here on Monday at six p.m. sharp and we'll discuss this with the school board." Snyder started to close the door. "Oh, and leave your background information with my secretary. That way we can get started on checking you out, Mr. Gunn."
The door closed shut. "Well, that went swimmingly." Wesley shook his head. "A day without Snyder is a good day." The two young men began walking down the hallway back to the library. "So, would you care to join us for lunch? I'm taking Fred to this little coffee shop that serves sandwiches as well."
"That's cool. I'd really like to get to know your girl better." Gunn slapped him on the back. "And of course we need to do some serious catching up as well."
Wesley felt the sting of Gunn's slap on his back. It wasn't because he had slapped him so hard. No. It was simply because of the stinging words he had said. He wanted to get to know his girl better. How well did his best friend want to get to know her? That was not something he liked thinking about. Not one bit.

Joyce was pacing about. She knew that her little girl was in such serious trouble. It was every parents worse nightmare finding out that there child had been in an accident or hurt in some way. And this was going far beyond that. This was something that someone did intentionally to her. Or ones that she was friends with at least.
Cordelia and Doyle watched her carefully. Granted they really weren't close with Buffy and Darla, but Cordy did have that connection with the brothers. One that she still cared for a great deal. But now cared for someone even more.
Not that Cordelia was much of the motherly type, but she could imagine what it would be like to be told that your child had been shot. Nothing on earth could prepare you for that.
That's when two uniformed police officers made their way into the emergency room. One immediately went up to the nurses station. The other seemed to know who Joyce was and came up to her and nodded politely. "Ma'am, you are Mrs. Summers? The mother of the minor Buffy Summers?"
Joyce stopped pacing. She swallowed hard before answering. Her voice was so soft. It was like it didn't want to be heard. "Yes, I am. Is there any news on who did this?"
"We have a couple leads." The officer watched carefully for a reaction. "We have to ask you something about your husband."
"Hank?" An instant look of confusion made it to her face. "What does he have to do with any of this?"
"Do you know that much about his business?" The officer kept glancing at the nursing station. The officer there nodded his head. That's when six more officers came in.
"I never knew anything about his business." Joyce shook her head. "You can't be saying what I think you are."
"We believe ma'am from the authorities in L.A. that your exhusband has been into illegal activity for some time." He paused for a moment only to go on when he could tell that Joyce was too stunned to really react. "And in fact that he may just be the one that is behind this."
"What!" Joyce began shaking a little. "He is the one that hurt my little girl?"
"In a way, yes ma'am we believe so." The officer only smiled sadly now. "You see, he is a figure for the underground in L.A. Not very high ranking at the moment. We think he was looking to make a statement. He wanted to come into this area and take over another local underground figure. One that just happens to be the father of your daughter's boyfriend."
"William?" Joyce was one of the few that called him that and could get away with it. Her face showed the surprise on it. "I can't believe that nice young man has underground ties. Are the boys involved?"
"We don't believe so at this time." The officer watched as the six officers discreetly made their way to their assigned spots. They needed special protection now that the connection had been made. "You do still have a way to contact your husband, correct?"
"Of course." Joyce was shaking a little more. She rummaged in her purse. She took a piece of paper and wrote down all the ways that she knew how to contact him. "I hope that I don't have to talk to him." That's when she sank to the ground.

The hospital security had taken the unconscious body of Dr. Reynolds out of the room. Giles and Jenny stood outside in the hallway watching a group of doctors concentrate on Xander. There was also a group that were working on Tara.
Both young people had been injected with the same kind of highly untraceable poison. And Xander's was a higher dose. That meant that he was in the need of most care. Both set of teams worked and worked. It seemed like hours went by when in actuality it had only been mere minutes.
"I'm losing him. Get me the crash cart. Stat!" It was a female's voice. Both Giles and Jenny stepped back. They watched as the crash cart was pulled in. "200! Now!"
There was the tearing sound as Xander's shirt was unceremoniously ripped open. Gel was applied and then, the paddles were placed on his chest. They shocked him once. Twice. Finally on the third try, there was the distinct sound of beating via the monitors that had been attached. The young man's heart was beating and it was steady.
"I think we've got him." The female voice sounded relieved. "But he's only somewhat stable. Let's get him into his own room and hook him up to the monitors. And I want him to get dialyses. I want his blood totally clean. I want a nurse checking on him every ten minutes til I say differently."
There was a continued hustling as nurses and doctors did what the female voice said. That left Tara still under administrations from the her team of doctors. The blond's breathing was rather shallow. "Her IV has a needle mark! She must have the same poison. We need to get her to dialyses and stat."
At that very moment, the blond's eyes opened. The blue eyes searched the room for anything familiar. From all her experience with hospitals, she knew immediately where she was. She just didn't know why she was here. Again, those blond eyes searched and searched.
Giles and Jenny stepped into the doorway. "My God, she's awake! I don't know how, but this is the most amazing thing I've ever seen." The doctor began to do more assessments of the blond.
Finally, Tara's eyes came to rest upon the two older people. One that had begun treating her like the father that she had always wanted. Tears stung at her eyes. She tried to say something but could not speak. She had to know. She wouldn't be all right if she didn't know.
Giles stepped in. It was as if he could sense what she was thinking. Perhaps because if it were him, his first thoughts would not be of himself. They would be of the one that he loved as well. "You can't be in here." The same doctor eyed the librarian and then began glaring at him.
"I shall not stay." Giles tried to smile. "It's just that I believe she wants to know something. And if she knows, then she'll be able to relax and concentrate on her own healing."
The doctor looked at his patient. He could see the tears threatening and realized what the man was talking about. "All right, but please make it brief."
"Willow is all right." There was a look of relief on her face. "She's just a little worried about you. She'll be at ease once she knows that you are doing better as well. I'll go and tell her. You just concentrate on yourself." Tara nodded slightly and closed her eyes again. Her breathing returned to near normal.

Faith was pacing back and forth. So much was going on. Xander had been gone forever. There had been another emergency call. And who knew what was going on with Buffy and the others. This day was turning out to be such a pain.
All of the people that she cared about were getting hurt. First her best friend that she had grown up with and now that best friend's girl. And of course there was the twist with Buffy, Angel, Spike, and Darla all getting hurt.
Things just seemed to keep piling on all of these young people. Oz watched his girlfriend carefully. Since his early return from the tour with the band, they hadn't really had much alone time as well. Not that he was complaining. It was just that he wanted to just hold her in his arms.
And that was an inappropriate thing to do. Well, at least at the moment as the redhead's green eyes stared off into space. He could so easily relate. The feeling of losing Faith was more then he could bear. And that was a good thing for him. Because it meant that there was indeed a tight connection between the two of them.
Everyone was startled out of their thoughts by the sudden arrival of Giles. He looked like he had been through a ten round fight. Well, without all the blood and bruising that came with a fight that long. But still, he had seen better days.
"Is there some bad news, G-man?" Faith tried for the light. She knew how much he hated it whenever any of them called him by that nickname.
The older man smiled. He was about to say something when Willow leaned onto her side very carefully. Her green eyes were no longer sad. In fact, they seemed to be sparkling like two emeralds caught in the bright sunlight. "She's gonna be all right, isn't she." It was a statement rather then a question.
Giles looked surprised. "I was just coming to tell you that very thing. The doctors are calling it a miracle. They have no explanation for it at all."
Willow smiled very big. The twinkling in those emeralds she called eyes was even brighter now. "I know how. It was because of love. That's how."