…ver herself up and winces in pain. "I'll tell everybody about you and your wretched fuck buddy who's always lecturing me! I'll tell everybody what you two do in the staffroom! You'll get chucked out of here in under 24 hours!"

"Sorry to disappoint you, Lehane, but everybody knows," the doctor says coldly. "Weve both worked here for 15 years. Do you really think nobody's noticed? Actually, they're happy to have somebody who can't be seduced by your charms." He smirks. "Of course, everybody pretends they're clueless, but that's the name of our game."

"Screw you," Faith says, resigned.

"You're not my style, Lehane. If you don't have any pity for yourself, at least spare the people who love you. Spare your child."

She snorts. "What do you think I'm doing, idiot? Somebody else takes the kid - it gets a chance for a normal life."

The doctor gives Xander the onceover. "Your boyfriend looks normal enough. A bit on a wimpy side..."

"Hey!" Xander protests feebly.

"...but, overall, a pretty good option. I'd take my chances on him." He sounds unexpectedly flirty. Xander blushes.

"I told you he's not my boyfriend," she says stubbornly. "It was just one quickie. Sometimes a girl just wants a release."

He knows she's provoking him but can't hold himself back. "A release, yeah. You wanted me to kill you in your seppuku-lite gig."

She barks a laugh. "There's reason why they call orgasm a little death, babe. But you were so lame that instead ofsticking a knife in me, you managed to put  this in." She pats her belly. "Who knew that lameness was an STD?"

No, he shouldn't let her provoke him. An insulting comeback dies on Xander's lips as he tries to remember all the speeches he rehearsed in the car.

"Listen, Faith. I'm not particularly strong, or smart, or whatever you want in a man, but right now I'm all you've got. I promise that our baby will have a normal, happy childhood. I will bring him up to be a good man..."

"Actually, it's a girl", the doctor puts in.

Faith looks at them with hostility. Xander feels the anger bleeding through her every word. "It never occurred to you why white knights only exist in fairy tales? Because in real life bad guys can take their children hostage. Or kill them. Do you really want to know how it feels?"

He drops his gaze, ashamed. Strangely, it hadn't occurred to him that her insults were aimed to protect him and the baby from her life. He thought she was hostile because she hated her dependent state - incarcerated, wounded, heavily pregnant.  The revelation hits him hard. He thought he was screwed up, lying to his friends. But compared to Faith' monumental screw-up, his own problems seem ridiculous.

"You want to give our daughter to strangers to protect her."

"Children of inmates are adopted anonymously," the doctor explains. "Foster parents don't know whose child they're adopting."

"But... but we could organize, um, our own anonymity..." Xander looks back at the doctor. "Couldn't we?"

"You think the rest of the world is as stupid as you are?" Faith's voice is dull and bitter. "If you have a death wish, it's your problem, Harris. I won't be helping you. I have enough blood on my hands."

He notices that the doctor's sighing and looking at his watch. Ignoring him, he sits down on the edge of her bed and takes her hand.

"Faith. Listen. You don't have to go through this alone. We'll find a way to protect you and the baby."

She chuckles softly. "We?"

"Yes. Me and my friends."

"Your friends would dance on my grave and celebrate my death with fireworks."

He shakes his head. "You're wrong. Giles is already contacting the Co...  our friends in London who want to help. Willow's helping too. She learned a lot of, um, useful stuff - you know, computers and all..."

Her eyes narrow as she listens closely. It occurs to him that she's mostly concerned about Buffy's reaction, so, after a brief hesitation he adds, "Buffy doesn't know yet, but she's a lot of problems, her mother was operated today - thankfully, the operation was successful, so... I'll tell her and I'm sure she'll be on our side." He can see that she's about to say something sarcastic about Buffy so he keeps talking, hastily. "Do you know who assaulted you? Have you recognized them?"

She shrugs and winces in pain. "Never saw them before, but it doesn't mean a thing. A lot of people and non-people in LA were annoyed with me."

He shoots a quick glance at the doctor and says matter-of-factly. "What do you know about the Levantine order?"

She is genuinely puzzled. "The what?"

He notices that the doctor's looking at him with renewed interest. Shit. "Um... the... the computer game, "The Levantine Order" - have you heard of it?"

He feels stupid. Like a fanboy playing a spy game.

She rolls her eyes. "No, Xander," she says. I have never heard of your stupid kiddie gameboy."

"But Diana Dormer did."

She tenses. "What she's got to do with this?"

"Diana did play this game. You know, the one with monks and apocalypses. Did you ever hear anything about it from her?"

The doctor's looking at him oddly. If he asked him to undergo a psychiatric evaluation before granting custody, Xander wouldn't be surprised.

Faith thinks his words over. "She never talked about anything like that. And she would never..." Her voice trails off. "So," she says after a pause. "You think it's our friends in London who are behind it, after all?"

He hates to admit that he's absolutely clueless. "We'll find out," he murmurs.

The doctor looks at his watch again and Xander stands up.

"I'll be back soon," he promises. "Just remember - everything will be okay."

On his way back  to Sunnydale he tries not to think about all the movies where such sort of promise turned out to be anything but.

***8 IN WHICH XANDER CONFRONTS BUFFY… SORT OF

"Could anybody explain to me why bringing Faith back to Sunnydale is a good idea? Because I don't get it."

Buffy slowly sips the cup of tea Giles prepared for her. She speaks briskly, but Xander can feel how tense and tired she is. She came to Magic Box for their meeting, even though she's spent two days at the hospital with her mom.

This morning, Willow called Buffy and told her that the Council has given Giles the go-ahead about that Faith business, so they were working on getting her out of jail.  According to Willow, Buffy was okay with the news. Xander wasn't there when Willow called her and he can only imagine how Buffy reacted.

"Willow thinks the attack on Faith could be connected to the murder of the monk we're investigating," Giles explains to Buffy. "I'm also inclined to think that it's not a coincidence. Faith was attacked mere hours after we found out about her pregnancy. There is a high probability that the clue to the mystery is hidden here, in Sunnydale. Not to mention that here we can protect her better than she is protected in prison."

Buffy snorts. "Sure, protect. You want to use a pregnant woman as a bait. If you're so concerned about her security why don't you send her to London? Right, guys?" She looks at Xander and Willow, expecting their support.

Xander is so tired of this duplicity. Everybody in the room understands that it's not Faith's safety that's on Buffy's mind, but nobody wants to argue. And nobody can blame Buffy for wanting to send Faith to London. In her situation he wouldn't want to face Faith either, especially after all that happened between them.

The lack of support from Xander and Willow only makes Buffy more insistent. "Seriously, Giles, Faith will be much safer under the Council's supervision. Here, in Sunnydale we can't keep her safe, or give her a normal place to live. Do you remember the motel room those misers from the Council rented for her?"

"She won't be living in a motel," Giles says. "She'll be living in Xander's apartment."

Buffy's jaw drops. Xander can hear his heart beating in the dead silence. Here we go.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Buffy says finally.

He opens his mouth, ready to spill everything, but Willow beats him to it.

"See, Buffy, when I found out about the assault, I asked Xander to talk to Faith," she says quickly. "To get to her he told the prison authorities that he was the father of her child. When she's paroled, a parole officer will be doing regular checks on where she's living. We have to sell them a consistent story."

Buffy frowns. "You couldn't come up with something - I don't know - less icky?"

"What, for example?" Giles counters. "I'm not in the right age group, you know."

That sounds all kinds of wrong, so Buffy doesn't argue. "But it's dangerous for Xander," she murmurs. She sounds genuinely concerned.

"I'm working on the protection spell for his place," Willow says. "As soon as Faith arrives at Casa Xander, I'll do the spell and nobody but us will be able to enter the apartment."

Buffy glares. "Great idea, Will. Only I don't understand how that shiny spell of yours could protect Xander from a psycho who almost killed him last year. Because, you know, she'll be inside the apartment."

Willow blinks perplexedly. Xander's stomach knots. That's it.

"Good point," Giles says unexpectedly. "Willow, remind me to show you how to do the Sanctorum Spell. It's relatively easy to perform and it prevents physical violence in a given area, affecting both demons and humans."

Willow sighs with relief. Buffy throws up her hands in defeat. "Okay. Then Xan gets his requisite share of badness." She smiles him apologetically. "Don't worry, it's temporary. We'll find those killers and I'll slay their asses, and we'll relocate Faith somewhere else."

He hopes his smile looks sincere enough. "Have you noticed other monks during your patrols?" he says to change the topic. "Or you and Spike are too busy with slayer-and-vampire action?"

To his surprise, Buffy looks away and fidgets. "I don't understand why you think there's a connection between our Sunnydale affairs and that assault on Faith. Somebody in Los-Angeles might want Faith's dead. Or her baby. Did you know that LA demons are obsessed with babies?"

He didn't, so Buffy briefs him on her visits to Angel Investigations and how often they deal with demonic schemes to destroy humanity by impregnating women with demon children. Xander nods absentmindedly.

"Has your ex-girlfriend told you how she got knocked up by a demon?"

"She didn't..." It takes him a couple of seconds to realize that Buffy is talking about Cordelia. "Oh. Cordy didn't know he was a demon."

"Exactly. Maybe Faith didn't know who she was sleeping with either. And, since she has a nasty habit of screwing anything that moves, she could get impregnated with an apocalyptic baby in a heartbeat." Buffy shrugs. "Of course, she could have just gotten knocked up by a regular loser who forgot everything the moment he saw her boobs."

Xander turns away. A sarcastic voice in the back of his head asks who he's betraying more - Buffy, by not telling her the truth, or Faith, by letting Buffy say awful things about her. He loathes himself more and more with each passing minute. Why can't he tell them? Now. End this torture right now...

"Um, guys," Willow says tentatively. "Could you please stop talking about Faith's boobs in the presence of a high-strung lesbian witch who's trying to concentrate? Doing an accurate metamorphic spell is tricky stuff."

Buffy knits her brow. "Meta-what?" She sounds irritated, clearly unhappy that Xander and Willow aren't supporting her. Faith isn't here yet - and Buffy's authority is already eroding.

"A metamorphic spell is about changing small things," Willow explains. "Like changing Faith's conviction from second degree murder to involuntary manslaughter and exceeding the limits of self-defense. Changing her jail term from 25 years to 2 years with subsequent pre-term parole for good behavior and special circumstances, namely, pregnancy. The hardest trick is to focus on the documentation of the case in question and not to affect other cases."

Buffy looks skeptical. "You mean the people who work in the jail would believe it? They won't question why Faith's term has changed?"

Willow shrugs. "Of course, there is a risk. A little memory spell wouldn't be excessive - would it, Giles?"

They've obviously had this argument before, and it looks like the debate got very heated. Giles frowns and closes his book with a snap.

"Willow, I thought we already agreed not to go there anymore! Changing memories is incredibly complex. You wouldn't be able to handle it alone, and right now there are no sorcerers in America we could ask for help. The Augure family has relocated from New Orleans to San-Paulo. In Los-Angeles, Cyvus Vail is dead - courtesy of one Faith Lehane..." Giles sighs. "Hopefully everything will work out without the memory spell. My experience taught me that people trust papers and computers much more than they trust their memories."

"I don't like it," Buffy says stubbornly. "Forgery, getting a criminal out of jail..."

"The Council approved these measures..." Giles reminds.

Buffy narrows her eyes. "I wonder what they will say when the psycho lady kills somebody again. Why not? She knows the Council will get her out of trouble."

"Except she is serving her time now," Willow says softly.

"Uh-huh. Several months instead of 20 years. Self-defense instead of murder."

Willow fidgets. "Technically, it was self-defense..."

"Maybe we should give that psychozoid a prize for the most misunderstood hero?"

Something bad and unpleasant rises in Xander's chest.

"She killed that guy because she thought he was a vampire," he snaps. "She was defending you."

He can't believe he said it. Obviously, Buffy can't either. She looks at him like he's grown horns. "You mean it's my fault?"

"Guys, don't," Willow asks.

But Buffy can't stop. "You mean it's my fault that she accused me of the murder she committed? That she defected to the Mayor? That she tried to kill Angel? That she stole my body?"

"I didn't say that!" Xander yells. "Don't put words into my mouth. I'm only saying that she's not as bad as you think!"

"She a criminal!"

"I'm a criminal too! I stole a bazooka at the military base. And you didn't care." It strikes him. "You still keep that bazooka in your basement! Does that make you a criminal as well?"

"Bloody hell! I can't believe I'm in such distinguished company."

Spike is standing in the doorway, smirking nonchalantly.

"Do you really keep a bazooka in your basement, Slayer?" Spike's tongue curls around his teeth. "Do you have any other big phallic-shaped objects there?"

Buffy is fuming, crimson with anger. "Wait for me outside, Spike," she mutters through clenched teeth. "We'll go patrolling as soon as I'm done talking to Xander."

Spike leers. "Your wish is my command, luv. Spike's always ready to service a girl."

"Shut up, Spike," Buffy and Xander say in unison. Both involuntarily smile at their simultaneous reaction.

Buffy sighs guiltily. ""I'm sorry Xan. I don't know what got into me. You know that Faith is my sore spot."

He knows. So he apologizes too and she leaves patrolling. He feels drained, as he finally realizes the scope of the mess he's dragging them all into. He was so close to telling her everything. If Willow wasn't covering his bases, if Spike hadn't arrived...

Giles' piercing gaze is making Xander uncomfortable but he pretends he doesn't notice it as he helps Willow to light the candles for the spell.
 
"You've got into the role of Faith's boyfriend very well," Giles notes.

"He's our local Marlon Brando," Willow says quickly.

The image of colonel Kurtz, crushed by his own mad schemes, flashes in Xander's mind.

***9 "ORPHEUS" REWRITE, BEDROOM VERSION

His eyes are closed but he feels warm, comforting fingers playing with his curls and he knows it's her.

"I miss you," he says.

She kisses him, softly, chastely, on his cheek.

"You're so tender," he says. "Why are you so tender tonight?"

Her laugh drips with honey. "It's a dream, stupid. I'm not real." Her tongue trails down his chest. "I'm a figment of your imagination."

"Then why does it feel so real?"

"Because you have too vivid an imagination." She laughs again. "Besides, you like to impersonate me, don't you? Remember our little game that day when I escaped from the hospital? Remember how you were telling me that you were Faith the Vampire Slayer? You were practically drooling."

He opens his eyes. She's sitting on the bed in his apartment, naked and gorgeous. Dim light filters in through the curtains. She smiles at him, and the room immediately brightens. He reaches out and takes her hand.

"I wasn't drooling. Okay, maybe I was, a bit. But mostly I was admiring. You're so beautiful. I never told you how beautiful you are."

"You're telling me now."

"Uh-huh. In my dream. In reality, I've never told you how beautiful you are, how much I love you, how often I dream about..."

She slaps him playfully. "It's not love. It's an unhealthy obsession. You can't have your precious Buffy so you set your sights on me."

"I so did not!" He looks at her curiosly. "Come on, how can you argue with me if you're my imagination?"

She drops his hand and turns away. "Because you're even more screwed-up than me."

"Says who? My imagination?"

"Come on, Xannie-boy. You're a screw-up. You hate your father because he abuses and humiliates your mother. You hate your mother because she indulges him. You go after strong women in hope to break this pattern. You're so afraid to miss your big shiny chance that you miss a lot of good."

He shakes his head vigorously. "You're wrong!"

"You're me and I'm you, remember? I know everything about you." With a swift predatory movement she straddles him. "All these years you knew that Willow loved you. But she was meek and shy and you didn't need to conquer her. One word - and she'd be yours. Boring. So you didn't pay any attention to her until she began dating Oz. And, suddenly, you started torturing yourself with what-ifs. What if she's your soul mate? What if you missed your best chance?"

He realizes that arguing with his own subconscious is stupid. So he just stares at her, drinking her in.

"You were always telling youself that you were attracted to Cordelia because she was unattainable. You never admitted to yourself why you were drawn to her in the first place. You get turned on by fighting. You're the son of your parents, Xander. The more you try to escape them the more they possess you. You were trying to convince yourself that you loved Cordelia because she was a symbol of another life. She was rich, clever and sophisticated. She would never allow a man to abuse her. That's what you told yourself. You were never able to face the truth. You loved to fight with her the way your father loved to fight with your mother."

Her words sting but he doesn't argue. It's useless to argue with your own imagination. It's unexpectedly liberating to talk to himself-as-Faith. If only he could be that gorgeous...

"You'll always pine for Buffy because she'll never sleep with you. But if the hell froze over and she jumped into bed with you, you'd lose interest for her the very next morning. You were intrigued about Spike and enjoyed cock-teasing him with your moist assets, but if he'd really made a pass at you..."

"Let's not go there!"

"Uh-huh. So, bi-curious. Don't blush, hon."

"What about Anya, then?" he enquires.

She shrugs.

"When you lost me you felt like drowning. She happened to be the straw you were clutching at." She ducks her head. "Hey, I'm not boasting. Don't forget I'm you. It's your own mind talking."

His mind races. "But how do you fit the pattern, Faith? I love you because you're strong and sexy and beautiful, and it's perfectly normal for a guy to fall for you. How can you explain that?"

She leans so close that her hot lips almost touch his ear. "You really want to hear it? Okay. You don't love me because I'm strong and sexy and beautiful. You love me because I'm a screw-up and you want to save me. You think you're not worthy of real love, so you want to find somebody to save in the hope that she'll love you for saving her. Typical for a person with an inferiority complex. Admit it, Xander. Deep inside you know you're a loser."

He thinks about what she's saying. He feels strangely serene. Maybe because it's a dream. Maybe because she looks concerned about him.

"A minute ago you had a different theory. You told me that I wanted you as a Buffy substitute."

She grins. "We were warming up. Scratching the surface. And now we're digging deeper. Because you always dreamed about saving Buffy. You even managed to save her once or twice - but you never got her. She wasn't damaged enough to cling to a white knight on a skateboard... What? What are you smiling at?"

He can't believe there is so much shit in his head. But it's so liberating to have a walk down the convolutions of his brain - or swim down the stream of his subconsciousness.

"You know, Miss Imagination, you've helped me. Because I finally realized something important.  Now I know why Faith - I mean, real Faith - is so hostile. She thinks I can only love her as long as she needs to be saved. She is so wrong."

"Hey, sitting right here. Why are you talking about me in the third person?"

He removes a stray wisp of hair that hides her face.

"Okay. Not she. You. You're wrong. Because you're saddled with me till the end of days. Unless you get tired of my witty jokes..."

She chuckles softly. "Unless Buffy kills me."

"What? What the hell are you talking... Or, maybe, I'm talking - thinking about. I can't think these awful things about Buffy, can I?"

She raises her brow unequivocally. He shudders. "No. No, you're... I'm wrong. Buffy would never..."

"Except she almost did it once."

"That was different!"

"Yes, it was. She was only saving her boyfriend - who she was perfectly able to save without bleeding me, as it turned out. This time she thinks it's about saving the world. She told you that our baby could bring about the apocalypse."

A minute ago she wasn't pregnant, now her hands are curved over her bump. But of course. Here, in a dream a woman can conveniently get an instant magic baby. As well as a shy, fragile look in this lacy pink nightgown.

"Do you really think she'd hesitate to gut me again? It's a perfect excuse to get rid of," she makes air-quotes, "Faith the Vampire Slayer." The apocalypse will excuse anything."

"It won't happen," he says flatly.

"Oh, really?"

He doesn't like her mocking tone. "It won't happen because she'd have to kill me first. And she'd never do that."

She starts laughing. She falls on the bed next to him, clutches at her belly and laughs so hard that tears stream down her face. "Now, that was priceless," she gasps. "Instead of telling Buffy that the baby is yours and there's nothing apocalyptic about him, you'd rather tell her that she'd better kill you..."

"That was the first thing that came to my mind," he says, pissed off. "Of course, we'll find another way..."

"Don't delude yourself, Xander. You don't have guts to tell her about us. She'll kill me and she'll tell you it had been done in the interests of humanity, and you'll agree. Or maybe she won't even tell you what she's done. You'll find out later that I'm dead. Or disappeared. And you'll pretend that nothing happened. Because you're too afraid to lose her friendship. Because you're nothing without your friends. You'd rather die than tell them..."

"Hey, that's not true! I told Willow!"

"Sure. Loyal, sweet Willow who will always be on your side no matter what. What about Buffy?"

He avoids her gaze. "The time isn't right. She's got a lot of problems of her own."

"Come on. You'd rather let her kill you than tell her you slept with me?"

"But... but..." An idea strikes him. "It's not safe to tell her. Willow says Buffy could be hiding something. She... she's hanging out with a vampire."

"Like she didn't do that before."

"No! This is a different vampire and this is a different hanging out, and... I don't know. Maybe you're right. I'm making up lame excuses because I'm terrified."

She smiles a genuine smile. "Hmmm... looks like you made the first step." She snuggles up to him and strokes his face. "You admitted your fears. That's a biggie."

He grins, drinking in the sight of her - peaceful, sweet, pliant. "I know what I'll do. Tomorrow I'll bring you home. My home - my rules. I won't leave you alone and I won't let anybody hurt you and our baby. We'll make it through. Together."

He aches to touch her belly. He reaches out a hand, but his fingers find void.

***10 XANDER SQUIRMS. XANDER SHOOTS. WELL, HE MOSTLY SQUIRMS.

Soon. He will see her soon.

The wind fans Xander's flushed face. He leans back in the seat of Giles' red convertible and hopes nobody notices how nervous he is. And even if they notice, it's okay, because he has a lot of things to be nervous about. He's never participated in a jailbreak before. Well, technically, it's not a jailbreak in the strict sense of the word, but...

"Just be natural," Willow repeats for the hundredth time. "All the papers are in order and they can't refuse to let her go. If they start asking questions say that they should contact her lawyer and give the number the Council provided. Everything will be all right."

Xander nods automatically. He feels like the car's moving too slowly, like Giles is driving too cautiously, like Willow's distracting him with her talking. Xander clutches the bag with the clothes he bought for her. Black maternity overalls and a white t-shirt. White fabric will hug her chest and belly, and the black fabric will cover the white one. Very symbolic, he muses, as he gazes at the Northern California Women's Facility compound in the distance, getting closer and closer. Soon. He will see her soon.

As the car stops at the parking lot, he mentally repeats his mantra. Be natural. Give the Council phone number if they start asking questions. Oh - and warn Faith that Giles doesn't know who the father of her child is. Hopefully they'll have enough time to talk. Maybe when they're filling in the forms. Or walking from the prison gates to the parking lot.

Everything goes unexpectedly smoothly. He goes through all the formalities like a sleepwalker and then, finally, sees her, walking down the corridor, escorted by the already-familiar doctor. She's holding her stomach possessively but drops her hands as soon as she notices him.

Awkwardly, he gives her the bag. "Your clothes."

She avoids his gaze. Without saying a word she takes the bag and withdraws into the change-room. Doctor gives Xander a quick once-over. "I hope she's worth it," he says matter-of-factly.

Xander can't figure out if "it" means his help or their forgery, so he wisely changes the topic. "How is she, doctor? How's the baby?"

The doctor shrugs. "She made an amazing recovery, but you should be very careful. Avoid stress as much as possible. I'd recommend that you to check into the hospital. She may go into labor at any minute."

Instant panic sweeps through him, but he braces himself, because he hears the door of the change-room open. Faith still doesn't look at him. She nods to the doctor.

"Don't hurt your boyfriend, Lehane," the doctor smiles at Xander. "He looks like a decent guy."

She grins. "You like him? I'll call you if he's ever available."

They walk out of the gates and Faith swaggers to the car. Xander couldn't imagine that a pregnant woman could swagger, but Faith is sauntering, all attitude. She immediately spots Willow and Giles in front of Giles' car. "Oh, a welcome committee. How touching. Where is the chairman?"

"I'm the chairman," Xander says.

"You're a proxy. The chairman will always be Buffy. Where is she? Hiding in the shadows somewhere?"

"I asked her not to come," he says tersely.

Faith laughs derisively as she approaches the car. He suddenly remembers that he has to warn her - but it's too late. Giles steps forward, and nods awkwardly. "Faith."

Willow gives a small wave. "Hi, Faith. You look, um - good, given all that happened to you."

"Yay, let's bond," Faith deadpans.

Giles looks at his watch. "We'd better go if we want to reach Sunnydale before sunset. Help her get in the car... daddy."

Xander freezes in horror. A moment later he realizes that Giles means it in an ironic way and sighs in relief. It takes him another moment to realize that Giles' irony is totally lost on Faith and now she's sure that Giles knows. Shit.

Faith grunts as she makes herself comfortable on the back seat. "I didn't know that the Council had a private prison in Sunnydale." Xander tries to help her, but she pushes him off.

"You will be living at Xander's place," Giles says, starting the ignition. Xander and Willow exchange glances and she quickly takes shotgun. Xander plops down next to Faith, acutely aware of her closeness. She turns away from him. "Great," she mutters. "Just great. A dirty basement is the perfect place to raise a baby."

"Xander got an apartment recently," Giles says. "It's small but pretty comfortable."

"Oh, I'm the luckiest pregnant Slayer on earth. I can't find the proper words to express my gratitude."

"Actually, I think you should be grateful to Xander for his hospitality," Giles says coldly as he steers his car on the highway. "Xander is forgoing his own comfort and peace to help you. He doesn't have to clear up your mess, you know. But he's a decent man who  took it upon himself to help you. You should be appreciative."

Xander ducks his head as he desperately tries to come up with anything to stop this train wreck - but his mind is blank.

"Oh, really?" Faith says cheerfully. "Man, why are all men such pricks?"

"Guys, we have to talk about some more urgent stuff," Willow says hastily. "Faith, those creatures that assaulted you - could you describe them in detail? It's important. I have a couple of clues but I need more information."

Faith snorts but complies. She obediently describes her attackers, and Xander slowly relaxes and everything goes smoothly until Willow spots the first horseman in a rearview mirror.

"Giles?"

"I see them," he says and speeds up.

Xander looks back. At first he thinks he's hallucinating. Three... no, four horsemen are galloping after them. They're wearing medieval armor, and carrying swords and crossbows.

"Nearest town is ten miles away," Willow says as she checks the map. Her implication is clear. They pass a deserted place, not a single car in sight. They're an easy target - four people in a convertible.

"Maybe they're already shooting "Gladiator: part deux" and a bunch of extras got lost?" Xander suggests.

"Their weapons are from later period," Giles notes. "Faith, do you know who they are?"

"Never saw these clowns. Never saw "Gladiator" - they don't show that kind of movies in a women's prison... Shit!"

An arrow suddenly slams into the back of Giles' seat. Instinctively Xander grabs Faith's shoulders and brings her down, her head on his lap. Another arrow scratches his arm.

"Xander, duck!" Willow shouts, raises her hand and sends a ball of fire into the nearest horseman.

Faith gasps and clutches at her stomach. Xander hugs her, trying to cover as much as possible. She breathes deeply. "Fuck," she murmurs. "It was like a knife in the gut."

They hear the sound of hoofs approaching and see Willow raising her hand again. Energy streams from her fingertips.

"Hang on, guys!" she warns and shoots another fireball.

Faith wails in pain again and suddenly it strikes Xander.

"Don't, Will," he screams. "Your magic's hurting her!"

"Hold the wheel, Willow," Giles barks. He bends down, snatches a shotgun from under the seat and shoves it into Xander's hands.

"You told me once that you'd kept your military experience from that Halloween spell," he shouts as he grabs the wheel again.

Xander isn't sure if it's his memories or survival instinct - but the gun feels surprisingly familiar, its weight is reassuring. He clicks the lock and looks back. Two horsemen are still following them.

"Don't hurt the horsies," Willow asks.

He shoots and misses. Shit. He is one lousy Billie the Kid.

"Kill the horsies!" Giles snaps. "They can't be normal horses, or they wouldn't be able to keep up with the car!"

He tries to aim better, but the car jolts and he misses again. The horsemen are almost invisible in the dust, too far for aimed fire. If only they were closer...

As Xander reloads the shotgun, Faith looks at him and something in her eyes makes him decide.

"Faith, Willow - duck and hold on tightly! Giles, brake!"

"What?"

"We have to let them closer."

"You know you'll be a perfect target?" Giles asks as he tries to slide down in his seat to shield his body from arrows.

"Thanks for the reminder," he shouts, high on the adrenalin rush.

Two silhouettes appear through the cloud of dust. Time slows as Xander draws himself up, aims, pulls the trigger, and the first horse rears and falls, throwing its rider off. Xander shifts the gun in the direction of the last horseman - whose crossbow is already aimed at his heart. Xander takes his last shot and time stops.

It stops, doesn't it?

Because the arrow's standing still, an inch from his chest.

Then it falls down - and, at the same time, the last horse drops dead. The rider wallows helplessly, trying to reload his crossbow. Giles slams down on the accelerator and they leave him behind.

Still dazed, Xander looks around. Faith's face is contorted with pain and Willow slowly lowers her glowing hand. Her eyes are darker than usual.

"I'm sorry," Willow says thickly. "I didn't want to hurt you, Faith, but I couldn't let him die."

Faith nods as she struggles to sit up. "No sweat, I'm okay," she mutters through clenched teeth. Xander helps her and this time she doesn't mind his help.

For several minutes they drive in silence.

"Remind me to thank Ethan Rayne if I ever see him again," Giles says suddenly. "Looks like the after-effects of his Halloween spell just saved our lives."

Xander laughs shakily.

"I didn't know that riding shotgun in your car meant the back seat," Faith says.

Willow giggles hysterically. "Oh, Xander, is your middle name Rambo or Terminator?"

He shakes his head. "And I thought surviving Sunnydale High was the biggest feat of my life. Who knew that adult life could be so wild and unpredictable?"

"Well, yeah," Faith sniggers. "You should have thought about unpredictable before you stuck your dick into me."

The car swerves. Does the Guinness Book of Records have a "most stupid death" category? Does a car crash caused by the driver's shock at the news about the actual father of his passenger's baby qualify? Brakes screech. Xander glimpses Giles' furious eyes in the rearview mirror, as he steers the car to the roadside. Shit.

"Did you want to tell me something, Xander?" Giles asks without looking at him.

"Um, guys," Willow murmurs. "The sun sets in half an hour. We barely have time to get to Xander's place. Maybe we should talk when we're home?"

Giles' jaw drops. "You knew?!"

Faith snorts. Giles looks daggers at Xander before he starts the car. Xander doesn't avert his eyes because Faith snuggles up to him, so close he could hear her heart beating, and, for a moment, he feels okay.

"You will tell Buffy yourself," Giles says, and Xander doesn't feel okay anymore.

***11 IN WHICH BUFFY FINDS OUT ABOUT XANDER'S SECRET

He has to tell Buffy.

That's all he can think about as he helps Faith make herself comfortable on the couch in his small living room.

...No, he's not scared. He's just paralyzed with overwhelming dread, that's all. As soon as they arrived in his apartment, Willow called Buffy, told her about the ambush, and Buffy promised to come over straight after her patrol. If only she could patrol non-stop for the next week - or, better, the next month, or the next year...

"Do you want to borrow my cookie recipe?" Willow asks him.

"Cookie?.. Oh. No, baking cookies won't help me. To lift at least fifty percent of my guilt I'd have to have a big fat barbecue. But I'm pretty sure even the barbecuing wouldn't do much for the inner turmoil."

Faith watches them with amusement but Giles isn't amused at all. "Children, enough! We don't have time for this. Somebody is trying to kill us. Faith's baby is reacting to magic oddly. We have to focus."

"Maybe it wasn't my magic that was hurting you?" Willow suggests as she sits on the couch next to Faith. "Maybe it was - I don't know - a contraction? How are you feeling now?"

Faith shrugs. "I'm fine, I think. As soon as you stopped doing your mojo, it stopped hurting." She rubs her belly absent-mindedly. "Maybe you should try some kind of spell on me? Just to be sure. Do you know a nail-painting spell? Or a lipstick-applying spell?"

Is Willow's smile a bit flirty? Xander suddenly feels a pang of jealousy.

"I'll try to read your aura," Willow says. "There'll be a directional magical effect, very faint but stable. Tell me if it hurts."

Giles is watching them closely. Willow touches Faith's cheek. Then her hand slowly descends down her chest. Xander feels another pang of jealousy. Then Willow touches Faith's belly and Faith tenses.

"It hurts," she says. "A bit."

Xander feels a different kind of pang - a pang of fear. Something is wrong.

Willow jerks her hand back. "Sorry."

Faith frowns. "So... what is it?"

"I don't know," Willow admits. "Your aura is clear. Maybe somebody's done a spell to protect your baby from any magical influence. Or it could be a side-effect of a protection spell. Or something else."

"There's one thing we know for sure now," Giles says gloomily. "Those creatures who assaulted you - they were after your baby."

"Great," Faith mutters. "Just great."

Xander tries to suppress the blind panic that surges up in his chest. "Could it just be a mistake? I mean - why would anybody be after the baby?"

Giles regards him with a speculative eye. "We'll start researching it first thing in the morning. But there are several things we have to talk about right now. First of all, I want to apologize to Faith for... for my inappropriate comments about you and Xander." He furiously polishes his glasses. "It was a terrible misunderstanding that led to my unforgivable rudeness. If only Xander had told me..." He glares at him.

Faith winks. "Don't worry - I'll make him pay for it."  Off Giles' embarrassed glance she relents. "Okay. Water under the bridge."

Giles sighs with relief. "Now, there is another thing. The Council has appointed me your temporary Watcher until your permanent Watcher arrives next week..."

"I don't care if the Council appoints the Queen of England as my Watcher," Faith says smoothly. "I don't work for the Council anymore."

"Should I remind you that the Council got you out of jail? Right now you need the Council more than it needs you."

Here we go. Xander was almost sure that the Council wouldn't leave Faith alone.

She looks at them with bitterness. "And I almost believed you wanted to help me."

"Listen, Giles, that's not going to work," Xander murmurs. "First of all, it wasn't the Council who got her out of jail. It was Willow's magic. Sure, the Council covered for her, but they didn't do anything."

Giles stares at him in disbelief. Xander has never defied him - until today.

"No offence, but we still don't know the Council's role in this matter," Willow puts in. "The Council could've been behind these attacks - you know, to put her in a corner and then make her an offer she can't refuse."

"It's unthinkable," Giles says flatly. "The Council...

"I don't think Faith needs the Council, " Xander interrupts. "She has a place to live, she has a Hellmouth to patrol..."

"...she has friends to count on," says Willow softly.

Xander wonders who is more shocked by Willow's little statement - Faith or Giles. Or himself.

"Listen, you don't have to get your panties in a twist because of me..." Faith murmurs.

"Faith," Willow interrupts, "you hurt Xander - I turn you into a horned toad. Understood?"

Faith nods, her eyes shining too brightly.

It takes a lof of effort to play cool. Xander swallows a lump in his throat. "Giles, please. We need you. Your experience... and your ability to defy the Council. We need you to convince the Council that you should stay Faith's permanent Watcher."

Xander hopes he doesn't sound too pleading.

"All right, we'll get back to this matter later," Giles says slowly. "Right now we have more pressing  problems. And, if you don't mind, I, as Faith's temporary Watcher, will ask her some uncomfortable questions." He turns his attention to Faith. "I'm afraid this is going to sound inappropriate - but did you have sex with other partners around the time of conception?"

Faith snorts. "No."

Giles frowns.

"Of course. You don't believe me."

Giles thinks it over. "Actually, I'm inclined to trust you in this matter. I have the impression that you care about your baby... and realize the gravity of the situation. You won't aggravate the danger by lying. Were there any unusual circumstances of the conception?"

"The absence of condoms. See, I was just out of coma and hadn't taken care of that yet. Unless you guys stuck something in me when I was in the hospital." Off Giles' shocked stare she adds, "I know the Council was watching me the whole time. I had a heart-to-heart conversation with one of the thugs you sent after me in Los-Angeles. Oh, and since we're talking about the Council, could somebody explain about Ms. Dormer and the Levantine order?"

"Your first Watcher was a member of a secret organization that deals with magic," Giles explains.

Faith is genuinely surprised. "You mean - another one, besides the Council? So, what? You think they magicked my pussy? Or Xander's joystick?"

Xander blushes. Willow's snicker embarrasses him even more.

"As outrageous as it sounds, there is something in that," Giles muses.

"We can check it," Willow says.

He is horrified. "You're going to check my... my...?!"

"No, silly. There is a spell to see spells. Well, it's rather a trance to see spells, but, you get the idea. It's called Tirer La Couture."

Giles nods. "Good idea. The Tirer La Couture spell was created in the sixteenth century by a French sorcerer named Cloutier. It is a ritual that puts you into a trance wherein you can see the traces of the spells around you."

"I knew we might need it so I took the necessary ingredients," Willow says. "I don't know if we could do it on Faith because magic hurts her, but I can do it on Xander. If he's okay with it."

"Okay," he says quickly. He's ready to do anything to protect Faith from another ordeal.

Willow starts explaining about the ritual: he should seclude himself in a closed space, burn the incense and pour the powder around him counter-clockwise... The doorbell interrupts her explanations and Xander opens the door to find Buffy.

His stomach plummets. Time to tell her. Oh, no. Anything but that.

He notices Spike standing next to Buffy and is thankful for the temporary distraction. "What is he doing here?"

Buffy lowers her eyes. "Willow told me about the attack. I think four fists are better than two fists." She sounds unexpectedly timid. "Xander, please. Invitation."

He hesitates, looking Spike over from head to toe.

Spike snorts. "How much does it take to blurt out an invitation?"

Xander grimaces. "You can come in," he says reluctantly and looks at Buffy. "If he tries anything, he's out of here."

Spike starts saying something, but Buffy elbows him sharply and he closes his mouth with a snap. She looks at Xander with concern. "He's not the one you should be worried about." She glances pointedly at Faith.

He throws hands up in the air to stop her before she says anything more. "Buffy. There is something you have to know."

She nods as she slowly takes in the tension in the room. "What?"

No, he can't. He feels paralyzed. "Buffy," he starts again. "Just don't get nervous."

Her eyes widen. "Mom? Did you get a phone call from the hospital?"

"No!" they all exclaim.

"Then what? Another apocalypse?" She looks at them, alarmed and confused. "Guys. Just tell me."

Xander opens his mouth but this time no sound comes out. At all.

"Hey, B. Xander wants to say that the bun in my oven," Faith pats her belly, "is his. We're about to check if his magic penis made a very special baby everybody's after."

Buffy laughs shakily. "You know, I'm way too tired to appreciate your gallows humor, Faith. Now, could you tell me... " She falters, as she notices Xander's mortified face. "It's a joke, isn't it? Because - not funny."

"Speak for yourself, Slayer!" Spike roars with laughter. "And - thank your lucky stars that Harris didn't shag her when she was in your body!"

***12 IN WHICH XANDER LOOKS INTO ABYSS
Xander can't believe his torment is over. They know. They don't mind. At least vocally. Even Buffy doesn't say anything, just pours all her frustration onto Spike. Xander watches them snark and tries not to grin. Even Spike can be useful. In small doses.

Buffy is tense around Faith but tries not to show it. Faith also tries to act relaxed, but she instinctively covers her belly with both hands every time Buffy approaches her. Xander hugs her shoulders and feels how she stiffens. He doesn't even try to imagine how it feels, to be in the same room with the person who stabbed you. How it feels to be heavily pregnant and helpless in the presence of somebody who stuck a knife in your gut.

"You okay?' he whispers to Faith. She nods and snuggles into him. He wants this moment to last forever, but Giles and Willow finish the preparations for the spell in his tiny spare room and call him in.

As he tears himself off Faith and stands up reluctantly, a wave of loss rushes through him. He doesn't understand why he feels so sad and desperate.

"I'll be back soon," he says to Faith before realizing that he has just said The Requisite Phrase Of The Next Movie Victim.

Spike smirks. "Don't worry, mate. I'll hold the fort and make sure that our Slayers won't get into a catfight."

Buffy glares. "My fist so misses your nose, Spike!"

Xander smiles automatically and closes the door behind him.

...At first, there is nothing but darkness. Bittersweet incense makes his head spin; his limbs are weightless and he can only feel his heart pounding loudly and menacingly. Then a flicker of a lighter reveals Spike's face. "Hey, I'm not the one out of place here," Spike says.

"For your information, smarty, we've got a rogue slayer on our hands. Real psycho-killer, too."

Xander hears and sees himself, in a dirty alley, Giles at his side.

No, it's not Giles, it's Faith, who pins him to a wall and kisses hungrily. At the same place. In the same time. He knows it. It's impossible, yet it has happened.

Giles' face appears again. "What do you know, Spike?" he asks. "Have you seen her?" His face blurs and suddenly it's not him - it's Faith, who laughs nervously. "Are you afraid of me, Xander?" - "Terrified," he says honestly. "Should I be?" She looks at him intensely, calculating. "Can we go to your place?" - "I live in my parents' basement, so..." - "Do you have money for a motel room?" - "Faith, listen. You can't run forever. Sooner or later Buffy will find..." - "She will never find me." - "She has Spike with his vampire sense of smell..."

Except it's not Faith, it's Spike, puffing his cigarette. "Tell you what I'll do, then. Head out, find this girl, tell her exactly where all of you are, and then watch as she kills you. Can't anyone in your damned little Scoobie Club at least try to remember that I hate you all?"

Realities shift and turn inside out. Xander desperately clings to the Faith bits, but they fade out and melt into darkness. Now he can clearly see that he spent that fateful evening with Giles, looking for Faith in the dark alleys; that the only person they met was Spike who mocked them; that he came home long past midnight, exhausted and pissed because of the futility of their search.

Then, suddenly, everything blurs and glitters and crumbles and he lies on a cold, hard floor of his spare room, among old boxes and broken things, fighting the nausea. He wants to curl in a ball and never open his eyes again. And never face the truth. He hadn't met Faith that night and they hadn't been making love. Whatever is inside her - it isn't their baby.

He finally understands the expression "to look into an abyss".

No, he doesn't have time for this. He has to think quickly. Could it be a mind trick? Willow's spell gone awry? Somebody's manipulation? At least, he hasn't cheated on Anya. Has he? If he remembers something that hasn't happened, does it count?

In any case, Faith shouldn't know. She shouldn't get upset in her condition. Buffy? No, he can't tell her. Who knows what she would do if she found out. Spike works with Buffy so he shouldn't know as well.

He has to tell Willow as soon as possible - but he has to find a moment when Faith isn't around. Same goes for Buffy and Spike. Damn his vampire ears.

And he thought he was through with secrets. He groans softly as he tries to sit up. Apparently, damn vampire ears catch the sound, because a second later the door opens and Willow appears, escorted by Spike and Buffy.

"Xander? You're okay?"

"Dizzy," he croaks.

They help him on his feet and lead him to the couch in the living-room. He avoids looking Faith in the eye as he sits down awkwardly next to her.

"What? What have you seen?"

"Nothing," he murmurs with leaden lips. He feels numb.

"Nothing unusual?" Willow asks, her eyes shining with worry.

He doesn't want to shake his head, doesn't intend to. But, apparently, he does, because Willow looks guilty and disappointed. "Oh... I'm sorry for putting you through this."

"Pity you don't have a magic penis," Faith says.

"So, what's on the agenda?" Buffy asks impatiently.

Giles pinches the bridge of his nose. "Either you stay here tonight to guard them, Buffy, or..."

"Or?" she repeats impatiently.

"Or Willow does a Sanctorium spell that makes violence impossible."

"Sanctorium spell," Buffy and Xander say in unison.

Giles sighs. "I hoped to avoid it, frankly. Magic hurts Faith..."

"I can put up with it," she says curtly.

"I appreciate your courage, Faith, but Willow has already done a lot of magic today, when we had no other choice. And magic is very addictive."

"I'm okay!" Willow insists. "This spell will be the last one for a while. As soon as it's done we can all relax. It stops any violence within the closed space. As long as Faith stays here nobody and nothing can harm her."

Giles nods reluctantly. "All right then. I'll call Anya and she will bring the ingredients from the Magic Box."

Oh, God. Anya. Xander shudders involuntarily.

"I can bring them myself," Willow says hastily. Apparently, she's noticed the sheer panic on his face.

Giles shakes his head. "We need to do the spell as quickly as possible. I'll call Anya."

Faith stretches her limbs. "Just great, trading one prison for another." Off Xander's hurt look she grins. "Kidding, stupid. Listen, how about getting some shut eye?  I'm a bit tired."

In the bedroom she snuggles in his bed and tentatively smiles at him. A wave of heat rises in his chest. He wants to tell her that everything will be okay, but he's already exceeded his daily quota of jinx phrases. Besides, there is big lump in his throat. So he just sits down on the edge of the bed and strokes her hair.

Silently, she takes his hand and puts on her belly. He stiffens as he feels the baby moving.

"She kicks like a future slayer," Faith says proudly.

He can't miss such an opening. "What did your doctor say? Could she really be a slayer? Or is she a regular human?"

Something changes in her face. "They did an ultrasound. Several times. She's a regular human. At least that's what they told me." She turns her face away and closes her eyes. Like she knows why he's asking. Uneasy, he covers her with a comforter and, after a brief hesitation, returns to the living room. Now, if only he could get rid of Buffy and Spike and talk to Willow...

Buffy meets him with a cup of tea. "You must be dead tired," she says. "I can make you something to eat."

He forces a smile. "I thought it was my duty to go for donuts. Thanks, Buff. You're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Let's not find out." She hugs him awkwardly. "I can't believe it hurt me so much, that you didn't trust me enough to tell about... about you and her."

She is so contrite that he almost tells her. He even opens his mouth to spill everything, but...

"No, don't say anything - I know it's entirely my fault. I did a lot of things I'm not proud of. I understand why you didn't want to tell me. It's just..." She chuckles. "You know that wrenching outsider feeling? I felt like a fool when she told me in front of everybody. Why I was the last one to find out?"

"Not the last one," Spike puts in. "I found out at the same time."

Buffy glares. "I mean friends, Spike, not fists-for-hire".

Spike does that thing with his tongue, the one that always embarrasses Xander, and fishes a cigarette out of the pocket.

"No smoking here, Evil Dead." Xander nods to the balcony door.

Buffy looks flushed as she follows Spike with her eyes. "Sorry I brought him here."

"Maybe you should go home," he suggests. "You look tired. Willow told me you spent several days at the hospital. You need rest."

Buffy shakes head.

"No way. We don't know when these demons might attack again. You have to put up with me and Spike until the spell is done. As soon as it's done we go home... I mean I'll go visit Mom and then I'll go home and Spike - I don't know - will go doing his regular evil stuff. I mean - not really evil, because he's chipped - but something annoying and stupid, like he usually does..."

Xander sighs. Lately she's been going into the babble mode whenever she mentions Spike.

But he instantly forgets about it as he accidentally notices Giles' calculating gaze. Xander doesn't like the expression on his face. Giles seems to be thinking about something that has nothing to do with Willow's spell. Does he really look guilty?

Xander makes a cup of tea for Faith, grabs a packet of cookies and retreats to the bedroom. He enters quietly in case she is sleeping, and has a moment of panic when he sees an empty bed. Then he hears voices from the outside and realizes that she went out on the balcony through the bedroom door.

"Absolutely sure." Spike's voice. "Your baby has a regular human pulse. Why?"

"Just in case. They might have foreseen  medical tests but they could hardly foresee vampire's ear."

As Xander's eyes adjust to the darkness, he makes out two silhouettes outside. Spike is crouching, his ear pressed to Faith's abdomen. "Who - they? Who are these buggers that are trying to kill you, luv?"

"Ask your friends. They know more than me."

It's wrong to eavesdrop. Xander desperately wants to go away, or to reveal his presence. But his voice is gone and his feet are rooted into the floor.

"They're not my friends," Spike says as he stands up. "I help the Slayer only because she pays me."

Faith's laugh is dripping with honey. Who knew she could laugh so catchingly?

"Hey, blondy - you think I'm blind? I see how you and B look at each other."

"We don't!" Spike exclaims. "Or, well, I guess we do look at each other, but not like you mean! I hate Slayers! Really! I kill them, and everything!"

Faith chuckles. "You know how to make an impression, tiger."

"I don't mean you - I kill the other ones. Especially Summers. The most annoying, condescending, self-righteous bint who doesn't know what she wants."

"She wants you," Faith says cheerfully. "She's itching to touch you. Come on, blondy, you might have tricked the Scoobies, but you can't trick me."

"Thank God your boyfriend isn't that sharp," Spike grumbles. "He'd stake me if he found out."

Faith laughs again. "Use me as leverage. Xander's evil girlfriend versus Buffy's evil boyfriend."

Xander is shocked. Buffy and Spike? And he thought he was through with surprises. The idea of Buffy wanting Spike fills him with disgust - but then the doorbell ringing announces Anya's arrival, and the only disgust left in him is the utter disgust at himself.

***13 IN WHICH XANDER FINDS OUT ABOUT GILES' SECRET

"We have to shield her."

Xander looks at Anya questioningly.

"Shield her," she repeats patiently. "Willow says magic hurts her and this spell is quite a blast. The only way to shield a human body is another human body. Or bodies."

Xander is baffled. Anya is brisk and businesslike. She brought the supplies, gave him a quick nod - "hi, hon" - and started helping Giles and Willow with the spell. She hasn't said a word about him having another woman in his apartment. A woman, pregnant with his child. The only sign of Anya's attitude is her stubborn refusal to call Faith by name or to look in her direction as she explains that the more bodies participate in shielding the more effective the shield is.

"Are dead bodies eligible too?" Spike asks, wiggling his brows. Buffy kicks him in the shins.

"Yes, Spike - you have a rare chance to grope two slayers at once," Anya deadpans.
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