Starting Over, Chapter 2
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Starting Over, Chapter 2
Summary: Spike and Angel come back from Italy and realize moving on wasn’t necessarily what they should do.
Spoilers: very little S5, Ep. 20 & 21: The Girl In Question and Power Play
Pairing: Spangel all the way.
Rating: NC-17 (eventually); this part: PG-15 (just in case)
Part 2/?
Feedback: I will be your slave. Forever.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss. Wanker switched lives with me. Damn contracts with Wolfram & Hart.
Starting Over, Chapter 2
Summary: Spike and Angel come back from Italy and realize moving on wasn’t necessarily what they should do.
Spoilers: very little S5, Ep. 20 & 21: The Girl In Question and Power Play
Pairing: Spangel all the way.
Rating: NC-17 (eventually); this part: PG-15 (just in case)
Part 2/?
Feedback: I will be your slave. Forever.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss. Wanker switched lives with me. Damn contracts with Wolfram & Hart.
Note: I am so sorry that I didn't get this out sooner, but my damn pissant muse wouldn't let me get this finished. Also, thanks to all of you who have waited for this to come out again. I myself am quite happy that my muse decided to let me do this chapter. She's even got a few ideas for the next one. Yay!! Anyway, I'll shut up so y'all can get to this chapter.
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Was Angel was surprised that it took that short of a time for Spike to decide what he wanted to do? Not really, no. His course of action, however, did surprise the older vampire a bit. Not wanting to give Spike the wrong impression by not responding, which it seemed like he was already doing, Angel put an arm about his boy’s waist and wound his free hand into his hair, holding him closer. With a gentle sound, all the tension melted from Spike’s body and he practically melted against Angel. Now, this is what he had wanted to do for so long. All the fighting and the yelling at each other, this was all he had wanted to do whenever their arguments ended with them in one another’s faces. He just didn’t know if Angel wanted it.
Now that it seemed he did, Spike wasn’t gonna waste it. A thought occurred to him, though, and he pulled back reluctantly. “Look, Angel,” he began, “I do want this, but I’m gonna let ya know right now, this ain’ gonna be like ‘Gelus ‘n William. I won’ bend over when the mood strikes ya and I won’ be at your beck and call. I will be your partner in crime. Just a figure o’ speech, luv,” he said in amusement to Angel’s look, “I will help you, but you’re gonna hafta trust me. No more o’ this sneakin’ around bit. Whatever you’re doin’, ya gotta let me in on it.”
Angel listened while Spike was talking and sighed inwardly. He knew something like this was gonna come up. He just didn’t know it would happen so soon. I mean, they had just decided (kinda) that they were going to move on with each other and now this…He must’ve said that out loud because that familiar defiance crept into the blue orbs of his Childe and he tried to move off his lap. Well, Angel was having none of that. “Look. I know that did not sound right, but, just hear me out. I have some things that I can’t tell you. Things that, if you knew, would only hurt you and drive us away from each other again. I’m not saying we shouldn’t start over and get to know each other again and see where this goes, I’m just saying that I will trust you, I will be your ‘partner in crime’ but I cannot tell you everything.”
Spike nodded slightly, thinking that Angel would say something like that. “I know ya have some things that ya can’t tell me, Angel, but the one’s you can, do you promise that you’ll tell me?” He had to get this figured out if that kiss that they shared was going to go nearly as far as he thought it had started to. If there was no trust, what was the point?
The brunet leaned in slightly, hugging his Childe close as he whispered, “I promise.”
If Spike wanted to resist, he didn’t. He burrowed into Angel’s arms and nodded against his neck where Angel had put his head. “Then that’s good enough for me,” he whispered. They weren’t sure exactly why they were whispering, but maybe in the back of their minds they thought that if they had spoken even a decibel louder, it would have broken the spell that seemed to have come over them.
“Angel..”
“Spike..”
They laughed softly. “You first,” Spike whispered.
“No, you,” Angel said.
“I…Well, I don’t remember what I was gonna say…” Spike chuckled faintly. “Bloody memory…”
“Ah, it comes with age,” Angel replied.
Spike rolled his eyes, “Yeah, you’d know that, wouldn’t ya, old man?”
Angel laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners gently while they sparkled with amusement, “Course I would, you English runt.”
“Hey!” Spike cried, feigning indignation. In truth, he didn’t mind their bickering. Everyone always said that it was a cover for ‘feelings just below the surface’. At the time, they’d just scoffed. Or fought some more. Didn’t really matter to them what they did as long as they were near one another.
A tiny smile crossed Spike’s face then faded as he thought about something. “Uhm…Angel…Listen. I kinda gave up my rights to my apartment when I gave Lindsey the ol’ ‘eave ‘o and I don’t really have a place to stay so..”
Angel nodded, “Well…I suppose you can stay at my place for a bit. But only until you find your own home.”
Spike fought the smile the threatened to emerge as he nodded solemnly, “Alrighty. Lead the way, old man.” He smirked faintly.
Angel let a part of his own smile show through as he said, “Of course, English runt.” They tried to keep from laughing and they nearly did it. They stood tall and made it to the elevator, waited for it to arrive and then got inside. Riding up to Angel’s penthouse, they made it to the kitchen and blood was warming for them both before they burst out laughing. A chuckle or two escaped before then, some grins and shaking heads, too. That was granted though.
Glad that they didn’t need to breathe, but still panting after they finished laughing, Spike and Angel smiled at each other before taking their respective mugs of blood and heading into Angel's living room. They sat down in companionable silence and drank their blood. Spike thought something was missing from his and said so. "Oh, really?" Angel replied. "And what would that be? Little mini marshmallows?"
Spike shot a glance at Angel and looked sheepishly down at his mug of blood before taking another sip of it, refusing to comment. Angel's eyes widened before he pulled a face. "Yuck."
"Oh, come on! Ever heard the phrase 'Don't knock it till ya try it,' mate?" Spike said, indignant at his favorite garnish to his meals being picked on.
"Yes, I have, Spike, but I am most definitely going to knock that and most definitely not going to try it," Angel said emphatically, making a big show of taking a sip from his marshmallow-free blood.
Spike just shook his head at his Sire and finished the rest of his meal in one gulp then got up to put his mug in the sink without rinsing it out. Which Angel noticed.
"Rinse that out, Spike," Angel said.
Spike rolled his eyes, mumbling, "Anal-retentive poofter…" under his breath, even as he moved to do as he'd been bidden.
Angel noticed this and smiled slightly to himself as he watched Spike. Maybe his boy had been the reason that he'd gone with Buffy. She reminded him so much of the blond. That was one of the similarities. She was fiery, stronger than most gave her credit for but oh so vulnerable when hit in just the right places. One being her heart and another her pride.
It was the same with Spike. The main thing, though was that one was the replacement and always would be. Angel realized that now. Buffy had been a distraction, a replacement for what he couldn't have there and then. His boy was gone from him. Had been since he'd left in China and hadn't looked back. And then the blue eyed hellion that he'd steeled himself against seeing ever again wound up in Sunnydale looking for a cure for his Dru. And then, well, as they say, the rest is History.
The object of Angel's brooding session came to stand in front of him and peered down at him, his scarred eyebrow cocked in amusement, "Brooding again, Peaches?"
Angel rolled his eyes and playfully wrapped his arm about the back of Spike's knees in an attempt to get him to kneel down or something so they'd at least be eye level (He was supposed to be the taller one, damnit!). That was a mistake. Spike knew what his Sire was trying to do and was trying his damnedest so it wouldn't happen. Needless to say, Angel's plan didn't end up like he'd thought it would. Where it did end up, though, was with Spike in his lap and still looking down into his eyes. Although, this time, Spike's eyes were wide with question and uncertainty, not like the amusement that had glittered in their blue depths a moment ago.
This could have gone one of two ways. Spike could have gotten off Angel's lap and rocketed to the other side of the room, trying very hard not to show that he had been affected by their proximity. Or he could have jumped away, angry at his Sire and himself. The little blond vampire did neither of those things. Instead, he brought a pale hand up to his Sire's cheek, gently stroking along the strong jaw line tenderly. All the while, Spike looked into Angel's eyes and when he was sure that his Sire was paying attention to him completely, he felt time slow down. Keeping their gazes locked, they couldn't rightly tell who moved first. Maybe it was Spike. Maybe it was Angel. Either way, they met in the middle, lips pressing together in what could be considered a chaste kiss to anyone watching.
It was anything but. Spike tore his lips from his Sire's with a gasp, wide blue eyes colored with surprise and the beginnings of lust. Angel knew that his own expression mirrored that of his Childe's because that was truly the only place that he could see his reflection. In his Childe's eyes. Angel looked his boy over and Spike dropped his eyes under the intense scrutiny before raising them once more and peering at his Sire through half-lidded eyes.
Slowly, as if to not frighten a skittish animal, Angel wound his arms around Spike's waist, resting his fingertips of each hand at the small of the younger vampire's back. Said vampire allowed the touch, leaned into it in fact when Angel softly stroked where his hands lay.
Memories were evoked in both of them by this simple touch and Spike finally had the courage to do now what he'd wanted to do for a century. Looking into his Angel's deep chocolate eyes, Spike whispered, "Why did you leave me, Sire?"
Angel's dead heart constricted almost painfully as he saw the deep seated pain in his boy's eyes. He had put that pain and fear of abandonment there when he'd left all those years ago without even so much as a goodbye. Lowering his gaze for a second, he said just as softly, "I thought you would hate me. Darla had. When she found out about my soul, she was disgusted. She threw me out. I turned to Dru. Dru wouldn't look at me. She said that she couldn't, that my new 'treasure' was too bright for her to stand. She told me Miss Edith had said to not trust me anymore, that I wasn't her Daddy anymore." Here he looked up at Spike, his boy, his Will and said with tears shining in his chocolate orbs, "I couldn't bear the thought of you being disgusted with who I was. Will, I'm so sorry…"
Spike looked down at him in disbelief. "You…You thought I would be disgusted….You thought that I would hate you, that I would just turn you out?! You were my Sire! I loved you with every fiber of my existence…." He looked down and away, tears forming in his own eyes as he asked another question, "Do you know what hurt me the most about when you left?"
Angel had no reply to this so said nothing, merely tightening his hold on Spike and stroking more firmly at the small of his back to encourage him to go on. Spike took the hint and looked up at Angel with tears slowly making their way out of his eyes, "You never gave me the chance..." He must have caught Angel's perplexed look for he elaborated, "You never even gave me the chance to show you that I loved you. I would have gone with you. Wherever it is you had gone. I would have left Dru, Darla and everything behind…I would have followed you to the end of time…" Tears now stained his voice along with his face and Angel's heart broke just a little bit more.
"Oh, Little One…" Angel whispered, using an old nickname that had not passed his lips in nearly two hundred years. He'd had no idea that his Will had felt like this. Well, how could you? his mind whispered. You never gave him the chance… While his mind berated him, Spike's mask slowly crumbled and all that was left was what he truly was, a heartbroken Childe who needed his Sire and wanted him back. And Angel was all too happy to give him back his Sire. Tightening his arms around his boy, Angel held him close to his chest, tucking Spike's head into the hollow of where neck met shoulder on the darker vampire's body.
At this show of comfort and affection, Spike's mask finally shattered. His quiet tears of before were gone, replaced by hitching sobs, coming from deep within his soul and Angel held him through it all, when his tears reached their peak, when his tears dried up completely and finally when his boy fell into an exhausted sleep, tired and worn from finally letting everything go.
Holding his Will close to his body, Angel carried the sleeping form into his bedroom, laying him gently onto the sheets before stripping both his own and Spike's clothing from his body. He then placed them neatly on the top of his dresser. Allowing himself a small snort of amusement, Angel could just hear Spike's voice in his head calling him an anal poof when he straightened out the piles of clothes to look organized.
Turning back to the bed, Angel just couldn't hold the soft gasp of wonder at the sight before him. Spike lay on his bed, curled around Angel's favorite pillow, just a tangle of milky white limbs made all that much brighter by the light of the full moon peaking in through the half open blinds. A small smile gracing his features, Angel crept onto the bed behind his boy, moving him so that the sheets covered them both. Taking Spike into his arms and nuzzling gently into the hair at the nape of his neck, Angel was both pleased and surprised when Spike snuggled back closer into his embrace. Giving a soft sigh, Angel joined his Will in sleep, praying to a god he no longer believed in that the morning would not come at all.
~End of Part Two~
Starting Over, Chapter 2
Summary: Spike and Angel come back from Italy and realize moving on wasn’t necessarily what they should do.
Spoilers: very little S5, Ep. 20 & 21: The Girl In Question and Power Play
Pairing: Spangel all the way.
Rating: NC-17 (eventually); this part: PG-15 (just in case)
Part 2/?
Feedback: I will be your slave. Forever.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss. Wanker switched lives with me. Damn contracts with Wolfram & Hart.
Starting Over, Chapter 2
Summary: Spike and Angel come back from Italy and realize moving on wasn’t necessarily what they should do.
Spoilers: very little S5, Ep. 20 & 21: The Girl In Question and Power Play
Pairing: Spangel all the way.
Rating: NC-17 (eventually); this part: PG-15 (just in case)
Part 2/?
Feedback: I will be your slave. Forever.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss. Wanker switched lives with me. Damn contracts with Wolfram & Hart.
Note: I am so sorry that I didn't get this out sooner, but my damn pissant muse wouldn't let me get this finished. Also, thanks to all of you who have waited for this to come out again. I myself am quite happy that my muse decided to let me do this chapter. She's even got a few ideas for the next one. Yay!! Anyway, I'll shut up so y'all can get to this chapter.
Was Angel was surprised that it took that short of a time for Spike to decide what he wanted to do? Not really, no. His course of action, however, did surprise the older vampire a bit. Not wanting to give Spike the wrong impression by not responding, which it seemed like he was already doing, Angel put an arm about his boy’s waist and wound his free hand into his hair, holding him closer. With a gentle sound, all the tension melted from Spike’s body and he practically melted against Angel. Now, this is what he had wanted to do for so long. All the fighting and the yelling at each other, this was all he had wanted to do whenever their arguments ended with them in one another’s faces. He just didn’t know if Angel wanted it.
Now that it seemed he did, Spike wasn’t gonna waste it. A thought occurred to him, though, and he pulled back reluctantly. “Look, Angel,” he began, “I do want this, but I’m gonna let ya know right now, this ain’ gonna be like ‘Gelus ‘n William. I won’ bend over when the mood strikes ya and I won’ be at your beck and call. I will be your partner in crime. Just a figure o’ speech, luv,” he said in amusement to Angel’s look, “I will help you, but you’re gonna hafta trust me. No more o’ this sneakin’ around bit. Whatever you’re doin’, ya gotta let me in on it.”
Angel listened while Spike was talking and sighed inwardly. He knew something like this was gonna come up. He just didn’t know it would happen so soon. I mean, they had just decided (kinda) that they were going to move on with each other and now this…He must’ve said that out loud because that familiar defiance crept into the blue orbs of his Childe and he tried to move off his lap. Well, Angel was having none of that. “Look. I know that did not sound right, but, just hear me out. I have some things that I can’t tell you. Things that, if you knew, would only hurt you and drive us away from each other again. I’m not saying we shouldn’t start over and get to know each other again and see where this goes, I’m just saying that I will trust you, I will be your ‘partner in crime’ but I cannot tell you everything.”
Spike nodded slightly, thinking that Angel would say something like that. “I know ya have some things that ya can’t tell me, Angel, but the one’s you can, do you promise that you’ll tell me?” He had to get this figured out if that kiss that they shared was going to go nearly as far as he thought it had started to. If there was no trust, what was the point?
The brunet leaned in slightly, hugging his Childe close as he whispered, “I promise.”
If Spike wanted to resist, he didn’t. He burrowed into Angel’s arms and nodded against his neck where Angel had put his head. “Then that’s good enough for me,” he whispered. They weren’t sure exactly why they were whispering, but maybe in the back of their minds they thought that if they had spoken even a decibel louder, it would have broken the spell that seemed to have come over them.
“Angel..”
“Spike..”
They laughed softly. “You first,” Spike whispered.
“No, you,” Angel said.
“I…Well, I don’t remember what I was gonna say…” Spike chuckled faintly. “Bloody memory…”
“Ah, it comes with age,” Angel replied.
Spike rolled his eyes, “Yeah, you’d know that, wouldn’t ya, old man?”
Angel laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners gently while they sparkled with amusement, “Course I would, you English runt.”
“Hey!” Spike cried, feigning indignation. In truth, he didn’t mind their bickering. Everyone always said that it was a cover for ‘feelings just below the surface’. At the time, they’d just scoffed. Or fought some more. Didn’t really matter to them what they did as long as they were near one another.
A tiny smile crossed Spike’s face then faded as he thought about something. “Uhm…Angel…Listen. I kinda gave up my rights to my apartment when I gave Lindsey the ol’ ‘eave ‘o and I don’t really have a place to stay so..”
Angel nodded, “Well…I suppose you can stay at my place for a bit. But only until you find your own home.”
Spike fought the smile the threatened to emerge as he nodded solemnly, “Alrighty. Lead the way, old man.” He smirked faintly.
Angel let a part of his own smile show through as he said, “Of course, English runt.” They tried to keep from laughing and they nearly did it. They stood tall and made it to the elevator, waited for it to arrive and then got inside. Riding up to Angel’s penthouse, they made it to the kitchen and blood was warming for them both before they burst out laughing. A chuckle or two escaped before then, some grins and shaking heads, too. That was granted though.
Glad that they didn’t need to breathe, but still panting after they finished laughing, Spike and Angel smiled at each other before taking their respective mugs of blood and heading into Angel's living room. They sat down in companionable silence and drank their blood. Spike thought something was missing from his and said so. "Oh, really?" Angel replied. "And what would that be? Little mini marshmallows?"
Spike shot a glance at Angel and looked sheepishly down at his mug of blood before taking another sip of it, refusing to comment. Angel's eyes widened before he pulled a face. "Yuck."
"Oh, come on! Ever heard the phrase 'Don't knock it till ya try it,' mate?" Spike said, indignant at his favorite garnish to his meals being picked on.
"Yes, I have, Spike, but I am most definitely going to knock that and most definitely not going to try it," Angel said emphatically, making a big show of taking a sip from his marshmallow-free blood.
Spike just shook his head at his Sire and finished the rest of his meal in one gulp then got up to put his mug in the sink without rinsing it out. Which Angel noticed.
"Rinse that out, Spike," Angel said.
Spike rolled his eyes, mumbling, "Anal-retentive poofter…" under his breath, even as he moved to do as he'd been bidden.
Angel noticed this and smiled slightly to himself as he watched Spike. Maybe his boy had been the reason that he'd gone with Buffy. She reminded him so much of the blond. That was one of the similarities. She was fiery, stronger than most gave her credit for but oh so vulnerable when hit in just the right places. One being her heart and another her pride.
It was the same with Spike. The main thing, though was that one was the replacement and always would be. Angel realized that now. Buffy had been a distraction, a replacement for what he couldn't have there and then. His boy was gone from him. Had been since he'd left in China and hadn't looked back. And then the blue eyed hellion that he'd steeled himself against seeing ever again wound up in Sunnydale looking for a cure for his Dru. And then, well, as they say, the rest is History.
The object of Angel's brooding session came to stand in front of him and peered down at him, his scarred eyebrow cocked in amusement, "Brooding again, Peaches?"
Angel rolled his eyes and playfully wrapped his arm about the back of Spike's knees in an attempt to get him to kneel down or something so they'd at least be eye level (He was supposed to be the taller one, damnit!). That was a mistake. Spike knew what his Sire was trying to do and was trying his damnedest so it wouldn't happen. Needless to say, Angel's plan didn't end up like he'd thought it would. Where it did end up, though, was with Spike in his lap and still looking down into his eyes. Although, this time, Spike's eyes were wide with question and uncertainty, not like the amusement that had glittered in their blue depths a moment ago.
This could have gone one of two ways. Spike could have gotten off Angel's lap and rocketed to the other side of the room, trying very hard not to show that he had been affected by their proximity. Or he could have jumped away, angry at his Sire and himself. The little blond vampire did neither of those things. Instead, he brought a pale hand up to his Sire's cheek, gently stroking along the strong jaw line tenderly. All the while, Spike looked into Angel's eyes and when he was sure that his Sire was paying attention to him completely, he felt time slow down. Keeping their gazes locked, they couldn't rightly tell who moved first. Maybe it was Spike. Maybe it was Angel. Either way, they met in the middle, lips pressing together in what could be considered a chaste kiss to anyone watching.
It was anything but. Spike tore his lips from his Sire's with a gasp, wide blue eyes colored with surprise and the beginnings of lust. Angel knew that his own expression mirrored that of his Childe's because that was truly the only place that he could see his reflection. In his Childe's eyes. Angel looked his boy over and Spike dropped his eyes under the intense scrutiny before raising them once more and peering at his Sire through half-lidded eyes.
Slowly, as if to not frighten a skittish animal, Angel wound his arms around Spike's waist, resting his fingertips of each hand at the small of the younger vampire's back. Said vampire allowed the touch, leaned into it in fact when Angel softly stroked where his hands lay.
Memories were evoked in both of them by this simple touch and Spike finally had the courage to do now what he'd wanted to do for a century. Looking into his Angel's deep chocolate eyes, Spike whispered, "Why did you leave me, Sire?"
Angel's dead heart constricted almost painfully as he saw the deep seated pain in his boy's eyes. He had put that pain and fear of abandonment there when he'd left all those years ago without even so much as a goodbye. Lowering his gaze for a second, he said just as softly, "I thought you would hate me. Darla had. When she found out about my soul, she was disgusted. She threw me out. I turned to Dru. Dru wouldn't look at me. She said that she couldn't, that my new 'treasure' was too bright for her to stand. She told me Miss Edith had said to not trust me anymore, that I wasn't her Daddy anymore." Here he looked up at Spike, his boy, his Will and said with tears shining in his chocolate orbs, "I couldn't bear the thought of you being disgusted with who I was. Will, I'm so sorry…"
Spike looked down at him in disbelief. "You…You thought I would be disgusted….You thought that I would hate you, that I would just turn you out?! You were my Sire! I loved you with every fiber of my existence…." He looked down and away, tears forming in his own eyes as he asked another question, "Do you know what hurt me the most about when you left?"
Angel had no reply to this so said nothing, merely tightening his hold on Spike and stroking more firmly at the small of his back to encourage him to go on. Spike took the hint and looked up at Angel with tears slowly making their way out of his eyes, "You never gave me the chance..." He must have caught Angel's perplexed look for he elaborated, "You never even gave me the chance to show you that I loved you. I would have gone with you. Wherever it is you had gone. I would have left Dru, Darla and everything behind…I would have followed you to the end of time…" Tears now stained his voice along with his face and Angel's heart broke just a little bit more.
"Oh, Little One…" Angel whispered, using an old nickname that had not passed his lips in nearly two hundred years. He'd had no idea that his Will had felt like this. Well, how could you? his mind whispered. You never gave him the chance… While his mind berated him, Spike's mask slowly crumbled and all that was left was what he truly was, a heartbroken Childe who needed his Sire and wanted him back. And Angel was all too happy to give him back his Sire. Tightening his arms around his boy, Angel held him close to his chest, tucking Spike's head into the hollow of where neck met shoulder on the darker vampire's body.
At this show of comfort and affection, Spike's mask finally shattered. His quiet tears of before were gone, replaced by hitching sobs, coming from deep within his soul and Angel held him through it all, when his tears reached their peak, when his tears dried up completely and finally when his boy fell into an exhausted sleep, tired and worn from finally letting everything go.
Holding his Will close to his body, Angel carried the sleeping form into his bedroom, laying him gently onto the sheets before stripping both his own and Spike's clothing from his body. He then placed them neatly on the top of his dresser. Allowing himself a small snort of amusement, Angel could just hear Spike's voice in his head calling him an anal poof when he straightened out the piles of clothes to look organized.
Turning back to the bed, Angel just couldn't hold the soft gasp of wonder at the sight before him. Spike lay on his bed, curled around Angel's favorite pillow, just a tangle of milky white limbs made all that much brighter by the light of the full moon peaking in through the half open blinds. A small smile gracing his features, Angel crept onto the bed behind his boy, moving him so that the sheets covered them both. Taking Spike into his arms and nuzzling gently into the hair at the nape of his neck, Angel was both pleased and surprised when Spike snuggled back closer into his embrace. Giving a soft sigh, Angel joined his Will in sleep, praying to a god he no longer believed in that the morning would not come at all.
~End of Part Two~
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Date: 2006-04-02 03:10 am (UTC)