The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Sunday Morning Fandom Time

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Gunn	The doors to the Hyperion flew open, revealing Gunn helping Angel make his way slowly into the room. "Yo! Anybody home?"
Cordelia	"Oh my god!" Cordelia exclaimed, hurrying down the steps. "Angel!"
Wesley	"What happened?"
Gunn	"I don't know," Gunn said, easing Angel off his arm and onto the couch. "He's been kind of in and out. I only got half the story. The half that didn't make sense."
Cordelia	"Where was he?" Cordelia asked, hurrying into the kitchen to get Angel a glass of blood.
Gunn	"Coming from the motel," Gunn answered.
Cordelia	"Darla's motel?"
Angel	"Should've heard them," Angel muttered, barely audibly. "Should've..."
Gunn	"I managed to get him into the trunk without him bursting into flames or anything," Gunn said. That was clearly a point of pride.
Wesley	"He's hurt," Wesley observed.
Gunn	"Place was a wreck," Gunn explained. "Something went down there. Something not good."
Wesley	"Angel?" Wesley asked, kneeling down beside the couch to talk to him.
Angel	"I was just so -- so tired," Angel mumbled.
Cordelia	Cordelia pressed a glass of blood into his hands. "Where is Darla?" she asked, enunciating.
Gunn	"Not there," Gunn said, sinking into a chair opposite Angel.
Cordelia	"I knew it!" Cordelia exclaimed. "She did this to him! I knew she couldn't be trusted."
Angel	"She's dead," Angel managed finally, holding the empty glass of blood back out to Cordelia.
Cordelia	Well, that was news. "What?!"
Angel	"I -- should've stopped them," Angel rasped. "They made her drink. "She didn't want to. You think -- that you can resist, but then it's-- it's too late." Peer pressure. It was a killer.
Wesley	Oh, this was not good. This was not good at all. "Someone turned Darla?" Again!?
Angel	"It was her," Angel managed. "Drusilla."
Cordelia	Oh, fuck. "Drusilla's here?" Cordelia demanded, scrambling to her feet.
Wesley	"Good lord," Wesley breathed. "Drusilla -- the famed vampire who you turned in London in 1860, Drusilla?"
Angel	"That's -- the one," Angel managed, hoisting himself off the couch and making his way over to the office.
Wesley	Oh, it was even worse than they'd thought. "Perhaps you should sit down," Wesley encouraged hesitantly, wanting to prevent Angel from doing anything rash.
Angel	"I have to find her," Angel insisted. "I can save her?"
Gunn	"Drusilla?"
Angel	"Darla," Angel corrected him, rummaging through drawers.
Wesley	At Cordelia's Do something! look, Wesley decided to take action. "Angel," he said, setting a hand on Angel's shoulder, "if what you're saying is true, there is no saving Darla. It's too late."
Angel	"It's not too late," Angel insisted stubbornly.
Wesley	"It is!" Wesley urged him. "She's dead already and come nightfall she will rise again."
Angel	"She won't," Angel said softly, reaching into a drawer and pulling out... a stake. "I can save her from that."

[[from angel 2x10 "reunion", nfb/nfi. here's where i'd like to swear that i'm almost done, but i'm really just making this up as i go, so who knows.]]