fandomhigh | Ethics Class, Monday, 2-4pm

"Angelus is gone," Tara informs the class solemnly. "Now, I know you've all heard the 'evil soul' excuse before, and that you're sick and tired of it. I am too. It would be nice if you could just trust that each person had only one face. However, with the number of unrelated identical twins running around the place, that was never going to happen, so let's all just let it go and deal with what is. Angelus is gone, and Angel is here.

"Most of you know that Angelus and I are Sunnydale expatriots. I assure you that I am in a better position than almost anyone you can think of to guarantee that he and Angel are very, very different people.

"With that in mind, today's discussion is about punishment for crimes done - and I say with that in mind, because if Angel does have the courage to walk through that door today, I will not tolerate anyone accusing him of crimes that were committed through his mouth and hands, but without his knowledge or consent. Please think of him as an unrelated identical twin, as different as Archie and Lee, or Cameron and John Crichton."

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So much for avoidance. He knew it wasn't probable anyway in a place like this. "Yeah.. yeah, it is."

Tara cocks her head, noticing his lack of enthusiasm. "So do I make an annoucement and fuss over you? Or are you trying to ignore the whole thing?"

He shrugged, did his best to look chipper and was pretty good at it. "I don't mind. It's just another day."

Tara frowns, confused by his mixed signals. "Just another day where I buy you cake? Or just another day where we all continue about as normal, and I don't tell anyone?"

Charlie paused. He had two options.. cake or no cake. No cake meant, well, that he would be cakeless. Cake, on the other hand, meant sugary goodness. The inner struggle was rough. He was in a considerably better mood than this morning, but was still suffering from a case of slight Emoitis.

Emoitis, he knew, could be cured by cake.

"I like cake.."

Grinning, Tara nods firmly. "Right. Cake it is, then."

She holds up a hand, and slips out the door to her office, coming back with a batch of iced cupcakes, one with a single candle. "I was hoping you'd say that. I would have eaten them all myself, but it wouldn't have been pretty."

Charlie looked abashed. "You didn't have to go to any trouble. I mean.. thank you."

"Charlie," Tara says gently, "you're my TA. The only one I have left, now. And I have access to your student files. How could I not do something? Besides, I needed a quiet morning at home, and baking is soothing." Laughing softly, she adds, "just be grateful I didn't decorate them with little marshmallow rabbits."

He nodded and smiled a little. "The rabbits mighta been overkill. But, well, thanks."

"You're welcome," she replies. "Now, take the tray and share them with your friends, okay? And have a great birthday."

"Thanks," he said again. Charlie picked one up. "I'll try." He bit into it. Mmmm.. cake. Cake cured all.

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