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A Good Soul Is Hard To Find

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Summary: A stranger shows up at Wolfram and Hart and shakes things up for everyone.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > DramadizzyspiritFR1331,771023,25719 Mar 088 Feb 13No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR18

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Cera looked around at the faces in the room.

“Oh. You’re serious,” she said finally when no one showed signs of jest.

“Lorne here reads people’s destiny when they sing,” Wesley explained placing a hand on Lorne’s shoulder. He squeezed a little harder than necessary. “We’d just like to make sure that you aren’t trying to infiltrate our inner circle and tear us apart or else spy for the Senior Partners. You understand,” Wesley explained.

Well, that was a little more blunt than usual, Lorne thought as he rubbed his sore shoulder. And OW.

“I understand,” Cera answered. Of course she did. Everyone knew about the Senior Partners. Knew that anything that happened at or because of Wolfram & Hart only happened because the Senior Partners allowed it. “However, I am afraid that I can’t comply.”

“And why, may I ask, is that?” Angel asked with a hint of threat in his tone.

Cera gave Lorne a quick once-over.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but he’s Pylean, is he not?”

“Don’t be tellin’ me this is a racial issue,” Gunn said with a scornful laugh.

“Of course not,” Cera looked offended at the implication. “ I have nothing against your friend. The trouble is that I am a Piraphyte.”

They all looked at her without comprehension. All but Lorne who groaned as the pieces fell into place.

“You’re from the Piraphtoth dimension?” He asked Cera, thought he already knew the answer.

Cera nodded once, confirming Lorne’s belief.

“Say no more, sweetheart,” Lorne told the girl, turning to explain to the others. “Angel, doll, if Miss Cera here were to sing with me anywhere in hearing range, it would, quite literally, make my head explode. And since I’m not exactly in a dying mood, we’ll have to think of some other way to do this.”

“Alright. Gunn, call the mind readers. Set up an appointment for tomorrow,” Angel ordered.

“On it,” Gunn said as he rose to his feet and headed toward the door.

“Oh, and good lookin’ out for my boy,” he said with a wink at Cera before disappearing out the door.

“Cera, if you really want to work here, you’ll have to come back tomorrow and submit to a mind-reading. Any time is fine,” Angel told her in dismissal though he doubted that she would be back. Angel thought that her weird yellow eyes were a bit shifty. She looked like someone with something to hide.

“See you tomorrow,” Cera said in a matter-of-fact tone before exiting Angel’s office.

“Sorry I couldn’t be more help, Angel-cakes, but I gotta get back to work. You wouldn’t believe how many celebrities have made a deal with a demon, no pun intended, to get where they are,” Lorne said as he rose, Sea-breeze in hand and followed Cera out of the office.

“Well, that was convenient,” Wesley said skeptical of the strange girl who was trying to take Fred’s place.

“Wes, we really do need someone in the lab. And she has excellent references,” Angel said looking over the application that he had finally found before turning to Wesley with concern. “Are you gonna be okay with this if she checks out?”

“Sure, Angel,” Wesley answered though his mind was clearly on something else. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some research to do.”

Wesley was going to find out everything he could about Piraphtoth and it’s people.

The End?

You have reached the end of "A Good Soul Is Hard To Find" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 8 Feb 13.

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