26 August 2006

You did this

Written by Nessa

Gunn

"Nothing would make me happier than to be the White Knight in this situation and to have her look at me the way that... I mean, I don't just care about Fred, I practically worship it..." Knox said.

Gunn stared at him. "You said 'It'."

"What?"

"Not her. You said 'I worship it'."

"Oops."

Gunn grabbed Knox by the lapels of his lab coat and slammed him down onto the table.

"You did this! You did all of this!" Gunn yelled.

"Technically, that's not the case. I just played my part." Knox grinned.

"Why? You couldn't stand the thought of Wes winning her, so you kill her?"

"No, I meant everything I said about her. I chose Fred because I love her, because she's worthy. You think I'd have my God hatched out of some schmuck?" Knox asked.

"What are you...?"

"This was all set in motion millions of years ago, Charles, and there's just no way to stop it." Knox was almost smug.

"Angel and Spike..."

"Oh, they're really on track, but it doesn't matter. Angel's not gonna save her."

"You don't know Angel," Gunn said, his turn to be smug now.

"I'm not being clear. I don't mean that Angel's gonna fail to save her, I mean he's gonna let her die." Knox's mouth quirked up in a smile. "There's only a few of us now. I came to LA because I knew that's where its kingdom has been. It was supposed to teleport back to the base of its power, but the continents drifted - which they do. I had others help me get it here, but then it got stuck in - would you believe it - customs."

He handed Gunn a piece of paper from his pocket as the lawyer's face turned pale.

"But you took care of that. You signed the order to bring it into the lab so you could get another brain boost. It's like I said, I'm just one small part of a great machine."

"Angel's gonna save her," Gunn repeated.

"What he's fighting against is older than the concept of time. I couldn't stop it. There's nothing left to do now, but wait. Wait and try and figure out exactly what you want to tell your - "

Gunn lifted a cannister from the bench and hit him over the head with it. He narrowed his eyes and continued the motion, violent sobs racking his body.

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