Uncertainly, Wesley looked at Spike, part of him wanting the vampire to be right, for these memories to be some sort of illusion. But, "They had a son," he insisted, pushing himself to his feet and then finding it necessary to lean against the wall. "And I was trying to protect him, and I took him. And Angel tried to kill me."
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Date: 2004-01-11 10:21 pm (UTC)A wave of dizziness washed over him.