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This story is No. 1 in the series "The Vulnerability of Faith". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: She was chosen for a reason. To protect and save the world from evil. She shunned her calling & welcomed the darkness. Who knew she was the one that could save the world from the evil that actually could end it; evil that had a face of a friend.

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Highlander > Faith-Centered(Moderator)DemonaFR183381,0290421,8942 Aug 032 Aug 03Yes

Part Ten: That Pesky Vision Thing

For Disclaimer and Notes see first chapter.

Part Ten: That Pesky Vision Thing

Mind-numbing pain shot through my head and I grabbed my head in an attempt to stop it and my body buckled and collapsed under the sudden movement and overall lack of bodily control. I saw a car wreck with a lot of people standing around with lots of medical staff present as well. The whole vibe coming from the scene was negative and depressing. It was then that I recognized the car and cried out "Noooo!" and came back from the vision. I looked up as the pain exited my head and my vision returned to normal.

"What happened Faith? What just happened here?" Angel asked and I noticed he was holding me in his lap as he sat on the floor and realized he must have caught me before I hit the floor. I didn't get a chance to answer because a police officer walked into the front door of the Hyperion and I was speechless.

"I need to speak with Angel," the man said solemnly.

"Tell me they aren't dead," I asked as I climbed unsteadily to my feet from my collapsed position on the floor. The officer looked at me in shock and then regret and sorrow crossed his face.

"How…did you get a call?" He asked, confused now.

"Tell me Cordelia and Wesley aren't dead," I begged of him as I walked closer slowly to him. An irate Gunn spun me around a split second later.

"What did you see Faith? What happened to Delia?" He yelled in my face and shook me. I shook my head.

"A car wreck…a car and a truck…one damaged unbelievably – pinned up against a pole. People and medics surrounding the scene…the vibe was depressing, dark, bad and then I recognized the convertible. I didn't see Cordy or Wes but I felt them and then he came to the door," I told Gunn honestly and he shoved me away from him as he collapsed in the floor. I lost my balance and hit the tile floor hard and even Angel couldn't get there to catch me. He was too stunned to move. The officer helped me to my feet and then looked at me warily.

"You saw that?" He asked me uneasy.

"I'm psychic sometimes," I lied smoothly. "Sometimes I see horrible events only sometimes."

"Is she dead? Is Delia dead?" Gunn asked out loud, either directed to the officer standing next to me or me.

"They were both taken to the nearest hospital and I was sent here to find out who was the owner of the car. We called both houses of the people but no one answered at either and then we decided to go with the owner of the car route and here I am and here you all are. If you want I could drive you there, to the hospital to meet up with your friends," the officer suggested to us and Gunn was moving instantly.

"Let’s go. English better not be dead cause I when I see him I am going to kick his ass for giving me this scare," Gunn said as he headed towards the front door and the officer's car.

"Angel," I called out softly and he broke from his trance. He headed silently towards the counter of the hotel and then dug around for something in the desk. I moved on to the others.
"Oz, Linds?" I called to the two standing silently in the doorway, each holding the other's hand tightly. "Get some shirts on guys and let’s go," I gently called out to them. My head was throbbing in pain but I put it aside to deal with everyone else that needed to come with me. Oz took off up the stairs rather quickly and came down a minute later with two shirts and flip-flops for him and Linds. They headed out the door and the officer went with them and Gunn to get into the car.
"Angel?" I called out again and looked at him. He came around the counter and headed towards me. He held out his hand and handed me two extra strength Tylenols and a bottle of water and then waited for me to take them. I took them dry and then turned to follow the others but he caught me and pulled me into a hard bruising kiss for a mere second and then laced his fingers through mine and drug me out of the hotel. I managed to shut the door behind me as I was pulled towards the cop car.

It was a tight and very illegal squeeze for us to fit into the car but we did it to get to the hospital. Oz and Linds were completely silent the entire way and Gunn was pretty much full of energy. For some reason he believed that there was no danger in this situation because they had survived demons so why would a car accident be anything they should worry about. I sat on Angel's lap in the backseat with Linds and Oz and he held onto me tightly and was silent the entire time. We got out of the car and Officer Jenkins escorted us to the waiting room right outside of the emergency room. Gunn walked up the woman working the desk.

"We had two friends brought in earlier from a car accident. Wesley Wyndham-Price and Cordelia Chase. Where are they; can we see them?" Gunn asked the woman and she flipped through the charts she had on the desk in front of her. I knew that something was wrong when she called over someone else. One if not both of them were dead. After one of the women headed off hurriedly down the hall the original woman looked up at us.

"She has gone to get information on those two patients. She will be back as soon as possible with that information," she told us and I pushed Gunn out of the way from the counter and leaned over it glaring at her.

"Where are they?" I hissed at her and she was a little shocked at my behavior, perhaps my eyes, or my voice, but she started to shake.

"I am not sure…"

"You are lying. Where are they? Where is Cordelia and where is Wesley?" I asked her again as I was getting more and more agitated.

"Perhaps you can take your questions up with me Miss," a male voice suggested and I whipped around to come practically face to face with a doctor with two clipboards in his hands.

"Yeah you look like you are better equipped to handle my questions. Wesley and Cordelia…where are they?" I asked him as I headed towards him.

"I was assigned to Mr. Wyndham-Price when he came into the emergency room. Ms. Chase was assigned to another doctor in a different room. I can only speak about my patient."

"Get to speaking then Doc," I threatened him angry and worried beyond belief now.

"I don't have any good news for you concerning Mr. Wyndham-Price. He came in unconscious from the ambulance. I'm sorry to tell you despite the efforts that my crew and I attempted he did not make it. We deemed him dead after being out on the table for fifteen minutes. I have sent the other nurse off in search of some information on Ms. Chase and she…" he told us and I grabbed him by the jacket and brought him within inches of my face.

"What the fuck do you mean that Wes is dead? He can't be dead. He survives everything. You are lying to me," I screamed in his face and then shoved him back away from me. "Get him right now. Make him come out here, the joke is over," I spat at him angry with him for trying to lie to me. Angel came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and I struggled to get away from him.

"He is dead Faith, he is dead," Angel quietly whispered in my ear and I struggled to get away from him and away from Angel's misconstrued lies as well. "You know he is Faith…you got the vision. You saw the wreck; you know that it's true. Please Faith; get it together for me, for Gunn, for Cordelia. You need to make sure that you are still strong for Cordelia cause she is going to need you when she gets to see you," Angel whispered in my ear and I just let it all out. Tears flowed freely down my face and I turned around and fell heavily into Angel's arms. He held me tightly as we stood there rocking softly in the middle of the hallway. I heard the doctor explaining the complications that Wesley died of to Gunn, Oz and Lindsay.

"He was dead before he even made it to the hospital. We tried our best to revive him but his injuries were far too severe," the doctor explained to them.

"What happened that you couldn't save him?"

"From what the EMTs told me when they brought him in he was driving the car and was hit by the truck on that side. The car was then pushed across the intersection and smashed up against the light pole, which injured your other friend. When he came into the hospital we deemed the cause of death to be a combination of the following. Several of his ribs were shattered, which led to his punctured left lung and heart, causing massive blood loss. He ultimately drowned from blood and fluid in his lungs and from severe blood loss."

"So you are saying he died alone and in pain?" Gunn quietly asked the doctor.

"Essentially. I'm sorry," he added quietly, knowing that it really didn't matter what he said to us. The nurse that originally had left to get information came back a few minutes later and we all turned to face her.

"Ms. Chase is still undergoing emergency surgery but from what the nurse I talked with said is that everything is looking good for her right now. Provided nothing happens during the surgery and immediately afterwards Ms. Chase should be ok. I was told to escort you guys to the waiting room where her doctor will speak with you as soon as he gets out of surgery," the nurse informed us and we headed with her to the waiting room where other people were waiting to hear about their loved ones like us. Angel pulled me into his lap on the chair he sat down and I sat down and curled into him and he wrapped his arms around me protectively. Gunn sat silently in the chair next to me and I held one of his hands tightly in my own. We must have sat like that silently for an hour before a can of soda appeared in front of my face and I looked up to see an elderly woman hanging me the soda can.

"You looked like you could use this. You wanna talk about what happened?" She asked me as I took the can from her after I slipped my hand out of Gunn's. I looked over at Angel and Gunn to see them asleep, both leaning up against each other. Oz and Lindsay were sitting quietly talking to each other with heads close together and hands intertwined.

"My friends were in a car accident about two hours ago. Wesley didn't make it…we are waiting to hear about Cordelia once she gets out of surgery," I told her and she frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she answered softly as I opened the soda can and took a small sip. "She was a close friend I take it?"

"My best friend, coworker, partner in crime kinda girl. She's Gunn's love of his life. We all worked together at the same place," I told her and she smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry to hear that…did Wesley work with you as well?"

"He was our boss, our leader, our sanity. He kept us all calm and cool in the most horrible situations. I keep wanting to ask him what we should do at this time but he's dead and I won't be able to ask him that anymore."

"I'm sorry," she softly said to me and I looked up at her from the soda can I had been staring at and talking to the entire time.

"Why are you here?" I asked her.

"I work here. Come in to talk with the people in the waiting room. Volunteer work really—I work the graveyard shift. It keeps me busy and I love helping people," she answered and I smiled gratefully at her.

"Thank you for the soda and most of all for caring," I told her. "It is people like you that the world needs to be safe for," I told her and as soon as I got the last word out of my mouth I got another mind-numbing vision. The soda hit the floor about the same time I did. I saw a girl in an alley that I recognized getting attacked by a group of ugly ass demons. When the pain stopped and my vision came back to singular instead of double then I focused on all my friends standing above me with worried expressions on their faces.

"I so don't know how Cordelia does this vision thing," I mutter and then freeze. "Why am I getting her visions?" I asked and they all looked at each other for a few minutes and then back at me. Confused, empty expressions were what I was greeted with.

"What did you see? Was it about Delia?"

"No, a blonde girl is getting attacked in the alley near the West Marina. Big ugly ass nasties are in charge of this assault. Two visions in less than two hours, not cool," I muttered to myself and Angel lifted me off the floor.

"I guess that Oz and I will go. You guys can stay here and wait to see what happens with Cordy," Lindsay suggested and I shook my head.

"Oh no Linds…Oz might be able to handle this one but this is not your run of the mill nasties…these guys are huge. I'll go; you guys can stay here and wait for Cordy to get out of surgery. I'll be back as soon as I make work of these guys," I shrugged them off.

"So you are saying that the two of us couldn't handle them and you are going? With the visions and everything? You don't know what is going on with them. What if you get another vision while fighting them?" Oz asked me really worried. "I'm not ready to lose another member of the team tonight," he quietly added and I froze.

"I'll go with her. Gunn stays to be here for Cordy when she gets out of surgery and you two are staying here to be with him for support. If we need back up then we will call you. We'll be back in an hour tops. If she gets put in a room make sure the desk knows where to send us – make sure they know we are more than family," Angel instructed them and then he caught the eye of the elderly woman who was talking to me earlier.

"So I think this is my cue to leave so you all can do much better things for the greater good of humanity," she quietly told us and then headed off to talk with other people sitting in the waiting room.

"Let's go," I told Angel and he nodded to me and we looked back at the guys. "We'll be back as soon as we can," I told them and pulled each of the three of them into a tight hug before we left.
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