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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"More than a year," Wesley said, raising his eyes to meet Spike's, searching them. "Everything... altered. Changed." Another thought struck him. "God, what if... what if there's more? How would I know?"

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"One thing at time, mate. Still don't know what went on here," Spike said. "But I know who's got some answers, and I know just how hard to hit to get 'em."

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"He definitely knows something," Wesley said, wishing it weren't true. "And he knows the rest of us had our memories altered, or else why the song and dance this morning?"

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"What happened this morning?" Spike asked.

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"I asked him about it -- the prophecy, because he'd mentioned it and I had no idea what he was referring to. He got flustered, tried to tell me that there are millions of prophecies, half of them untrue, and that he can't be held accountable for stupid things that he says." Wesley rubbed at his temple as if doing so might erase the worst of the memories, new and old both.

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"So he's deliberately - but badly - hiding what he knows. Don't suppose you remember anything about what happened right before your memories were taken, do you?"

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Wesley let his head fall back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to sort through which memories were which, trying to figure out where the newer, false ones began. "Connor killed Jasmine, then... ran off. Angel was very concerned about him. And then Lilah showed up and offered us Wolfram and Hart."

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"Wait, Connor is Angel's son? The child you stole? But he killed Jasmine? And wasn't Lilah dead?" Spike shook his head. "Explain it to me later. Your memories changed when you started at Wolfram and Hart?"

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Wesley thought hard. "I think so. But if Angel's known all along..."

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"Why didn't his memories get taken, too?" Spike asked.

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"He probably set it up," Wesley said flatly, the realization making him feel ill.