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The Library (Thursday)

Around ten, Zero comes by the library and, realizing it's still locked down, sets about opening it up. The first person to enter will find that half of the lights are still off and a very pissed-off pink cat is sitting on the Circulations Desk.

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Angel looked at her curiously. "Now...?"

She glowered at him. "Mr. Phale nearly died helping with that spell. Lorne drank himself *ill* after having to read your soul and your past together. Tara's being threatened by Belthazor. You going away wouldn't change any of that, or make it better, but it would make it all... pointless."

Parker glanced away. "And, I said I'd take on whatever came out of that spell. I didn't like that it was going to hurt whoever Liam was, or is. Maybe the ends can't justify the means. But they can make them bearable." She looked up, still sullen. "So you should stay."

Angel nodded, as though he felt her words to be fair.

"I don't do good to impress Buffy. I never did. I did it because she inspired me. She had so much less than I did and embraced her destiny with courage the likes of which I'd never seen. She taught me what being good was all about. Yeah, I fell in love with her. I still love her. But I'm not in this for her. I do good because she showed me how to want to be good."

Parker went quiet for a couple minutes, thinking, watching him.

"And that's all? You're just going to Champion away, for, I don't know, the rest of your life?" She studied him carefully. "Unlife. Undeath. Whatever. For the rest of your vida loca, you're willing to do that?" Her lips thinned. "And if you change your mind? Even with the soul? Mr. Crowley seems to be counting on that."

"It's what I do," Angel said. "I fight the good fight or I'm nothing."

If there was ambiguity to those last few words, Angel didn't seem bothered by it.

"Not reassuring at all," Parker said. "But don't think that the 'nothing' part of that can't be done. If it has to be."

She sighed. "Is there anything else we should be doing, aside from finding and staking Darla and Dru? And I didn't plan on having to *keep* having to worry about half of JA after you were gone. They're falling apart nicely, but it's still not enough."

Grumbling, she added, "Do you know how sad it is that the only super-powered declared Good Guy at Fandom is you? All the rest seem oblivious to what's going on."

"Yeah I noticed that," Angel said, some of his ~~brooding~~ previous somberness leaving him. "Even when I was Angelus. Everybody wanted to stop me and yet nobody really did anything about it. That is, except for you and Marty. I'm thinking that needs to change."

"Oh, reeeeally," Parker drawled. "What, you think we ought to take out ads? 'Join the Forces of Sweetness and Light? We'll give you better doughnuts than JA'?"

She smirked, then blinked, thinking of something. "Hang on. I forgot, Professor Tick is a Good Guy. We just didn't ask him for help because, well. Professor. Maybe he'll have some ideas."

"Back in Sunnydale, Buffy had a group," Angel said. "Watcher, witch, Slayer, vamp with a soul - " he pointed to himself " - and Xander but what can you do? Point being, shared resources. That's exactly what Angelus was trying here. As soon as he came to Fandom he knew the smartest thing he could do was gather up the best of the evil and make them work together. Why can't good do the same thing?"

"Because we're less obsessed and socially deficient? And half of us seem to be dating the bad guys?" Parker said, then reluctantly nodded. "But I see your point. Angela and Marty and I were so busy not getting caught, we didn't think of looking for other help.... Maybe that was a mistake." Her face went grim. "Okay. I have some people in mind. I'm sure you do too. Marty probably does." She flicked a narrow glare his way. "You're still being watched. But...." She shrugged. "Again. Might as well make lemonade."

Angel's mouth curled into a half smile. "If evil's going to try to make our lives interesting, least we can do is say thank you."

"I think we should say it with firebombs instead of flowers." Parker smirked.

"Later, then. You know where to find me." Her eyes narrowed. "Unfortunately."

Angel couldn't help but give a teasing grin. "Parker... are you going soft on me?"

[ooc: need to scoot for class soon, back later]

Parker's glare was uncompromising as she spun herself off her chair. "I pity you. You aren't the guy who's making Rory cry in her sleep." She took a few steps away from him. "But I don't do soft."

Angel winced. "I didn't know Rory was... I mean I can guess but... I'm sorry."

Parker nodded. "Yeah. Well. As long as she's still dealing with it...." She shrugged uncomfortably. "You see my point, I hope."

"What? That I should suffer for all eternity for the crimes that I've done?" Angel asked. "No offense, Parker, but I'm already on that page."

"No, you moron," she snapped. "The page I'm on is the one where people can't forgive and forget immediately while the victims are right *here*. You got your second chance. Congratulations. You've got John and Aeryn and Cameron and tons of people helping you in spite of what happened to their friends with Angelus. Just don't expect every single one of us to feel like we can sing Kum-ba-ya and the Who-ville Song with you. It was only two weeks ago, damnit!"

She lets out a slow breath. "And I'm a vindictive bitch. Angelus knew that, so you should remember it too. Wrong person for sympathy. I pity you about the soul. But I *can't* trust you. Doesn't mean I'm *right*. I'm hoping I'm not. Otherwise we wouldn't even be talking."

"Don't trust me," Angel said. "You never should. Don't like me, don't forgive me, don't feel sympathy for me, don't do any of it. I never asked for that and believe me I'm not going to. Now as I have a photographic memory can we please take all of this as a given from now on so you don't have to keep slapping me in the face with it?"

"Photographic memory?" Parker's momentarily distracted, then shrugs, her jaw hardening. "Sure. Just remember the part about the second chance, as well as the no-trust. God, you're depressing," she mutters under her breath.

"You wouldn't be the first to point that out."

Utterly frustrated, and a little spooked that he heard her, Parker snapped, "Great. Good to know I'm with the crowd. So? Go wear bright red spandex or something, will you? Save the world without dragging down the room, buzzkill."

"You know I don't make fun of your hobbies."

Parker stared at him a moment, then palmed her face. "Shoo. Scram. Split. Manic-depressive vampires, whose good idea was that?

"Told you," Angel said as he got up to leave. "Gypsies. Weird bunch of people."

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