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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"He did," Wesley said. The 'real' memories, if that's what they were, seemed to be growing stronger. More convincing. "He and Darla. They had... a boy." The last two words echoed, catapulting him back in time to a place where he'd watched an ultrasound on a hospital screen. "A son."

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"Angel and Darla?" Spike shook his head and laughed. "Think you need to lie down for a bit longer, mate. Two vampires having a child? Not possible. Unless they turned one, but Darla always hated children, except for dinner."

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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."

A wave of dizziness washed over him.