demonbelthazor | South Attic, Wednesday Morning

Cole woke before Phoebe for a change. He quietly got dressed then headed out to the kitchen to make coffee. Eyeing the stove warily, he decided to attempt to make pancakes to surprise Phoebe.

Fifteen minutes later he had some lumpy pancakes on the griddle that were anything but round. And flour all over the counter and himself.

In theory, the pancakes were edible. In theory.

Current Mood: experimental

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Angel walked right into the room without so much as knocking.

"You were right, I was wrong," he said. "Mark the calendar, I'm not going to say that often."

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Bel had returned to his room to check his messages to see if Angel had called back, and looked up in surprise as Angel walked in. Well, after shimmering into Angel's room without warning, he hardly had grounds to complain. "So the radio was right?" he said. "It happened again?"

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"Kinda." Angel made a face. "In the... happening again sense of the word."

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"And he saw you this time?" Bel said sympathetically.

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Angel nodded. "Freaked."

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"But it's just been him?" Bel asked. "No one else?"

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"So far, yeah," Angel said. "Thank goodness."

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"So what is it about him that sets you off?" Bel mused. "What's so special about him? The cure didn't have any of his blood as far as I know, and if that was it, you'd be putting on your game face for a lot more people, including me."

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"He doesn't set me off," Angel said. "Setting off just happens."

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"But it's only around him so far," Bel said. He thought for a moment. "Have you been alone with anyone else since this started happening?"

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Angel simply stared at Bel, waiting for this question to answer itself.

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"Aside from me," Bel said, rolling his eyes. "Demon, not human, after all. Callisto, I'm going to guess? So it's not just being alone with someone that makes it happen."

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Angel thought about it. "You, Cal, Molly, John, Isabel, Janet, Parker, Lana, Veronica - plenty of folks. No fangs."

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Bel mulled over the reasons. "The only thing I can think of that sets Logan apart is he was the one who convinced you to drink the cure," he said. "Maybe...some part of you blames him for making you drink human blood, and your fears about that set you off in his presence? It's either that, or it could be because Angelus wanted him...."

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"I've been thinking it's Angelus again," Angel admitted. "Maybe drinking human blood woke him up?"

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"Isn't your soul stronger than a few swallows of blood?" Bel said. "I mean, if that's all it takes to wake Angelus up, I wasted a lot of time." He grinned ruefully.

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Angel gave him a small answering grin. He took a seat. "I don't know. I've never had to deal with this before. Darla's the one who poisoned me though. Maybe it's an offshoot of that?"

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"A backup plan in case the poison failed?" Bel said. "She's the only one who can answer that, and I can't find any trace of her anywhere. I guess until we can figure this out you should just stay as far away from Logan as you can."

That thought didn't make him happy at all, of course.

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Angel, oblivious to Bel's pleasure, nodded. "That's what I figured. Keep as much distance between him and me as possible and there ya go. Problem solved."