Finding Answers. Or maybe just more questions.

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The world reeled, and Wesley reeled with it. Everything -- well, whatever had been in the canister -- spread through his brain, moving like a tidal flood, sweeping away most of his consciousness with it. He wasn't aware of his hand letting go of the delivery device, but he did hear it hit the floor, the sound echoing slightly as steel hit cold tile.

He waited for the darkness to swallow him up, or at the very least to feel himself hitting the floor as well, but instead someone with strong arms caught him.

There were two sets of memories -- one real, one artificial -- and a voice in the back of his head.

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"What isn't?" Spike looked at Wesley's throat but saw nothing out of the ordinary. "Wait, you said he tried to kill you. D'you think he bit you?" He scrambled to make sense of it all. "These new memories can't be bloody real."

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"No," Wesley said. "No, someone else slit my throat and took Connor. Angel..." The memory of Angel's speech, smooth as silk, flowed over him, then was viciously replaced with a pillow held down over his face.

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Wesley flinched, pain and confusion clear in his eyes, and Spike had no idea what to say. If these memories were real, they were worse than he could have imagined.

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His heart was beating too quickly, and Wesley was beginning to think that perhaps Spike had been right -- maybe he should have tried to get more information before taking back what had been stolen from him. Grateful for the wall at his back, he slid down onto the floor, trembling. "I'm all right," he said again, hoping to convince himself. "This is just..."