Angel Season 6

Ep. 1: Potential

Santana settled in Angel's seat behind his desk. "This is comfortable. I could get used to this."

Angel folded his arms. "Who are you, Santana?"

She laughed. "Okay, fine, maybe I'm not exactly who I said I was. Maybe I didn't just stumble upon a time-traveling portal to a different dimension by myself. Maybe I had help."

Santana looked up, a sparkle in her eye. "Promise you won't fall in love with me?"

Angel scowled. "You seem awfully cheerful for someone who's just come back from hell."

She spun in the chair. "What can I say? It's good to see everybody alive, it's good to have buildings again, it's good to be a part of civilization."

"Who are you Santana?" Angel repeated, refusing to sit in the seat across from her, where his guests usually sat.

"I was sent here to keep an eye on you."

"By who? Senior partners?" Angel stopped his list there. There were simply too many people to ask about.

"Nope. Buffy sent me."

Angel was quiet. "Buffy sent you to look out for me?"

Santana laughed. "No, you've misunderstood. Buffy and Mr. Giles sent me to keep an eye on you to see what evil you were up to. She doesn't trust you. I'm a potential."

Angel clenched the back of the chair. He muttered something to himself that Santana didn't catch. "Where was Buffy while we were in hell?"

Santana shrugged. "I don't know, I wasn't able to make contact with her at all."

"For six months?"

"Buddy, it was like we were back in the dark ages. What did you want me to do, send a pigeon to Italy?"

"Surely she must have come to help," Angel went on, pacing the room. "I mean, I went to help with the Hellmouth. She must have been with us in L.A."

"If she was, I never saw her," Santana reported, now examining her cuticles. "Maybe she sent her new boyfriend or something."

Angel spun to face her. "You. Get out of my seat. Now."

Santana didn't move, so Angel yanked her out and threw her to the ground. Santana yelled.

"How old are you?" He scoffed. "Buffy really sent a child to keep an eye on me. What if I was really evil? What would she do then?"

"I'm 21," Santana snapped. "I'm an adult."

"Then act like one."

Santana got to her feet. "You know, why don't you act your age and die already, Mr. 300 years old! You have no idea how close I came to not saving you guys, just because it would mean you would be alive again!"

"Ladies, let's not fight," Lorne broke in. "Angel you need anything else from me?"

"Yeah, a few things actually-"

"Good. Contact one of my assistants, because I'm out of here." And with that, Lorne got up and headed towards the door.

Angel watched him go, looking let down. "I needed- whatever. You, Satan, get out of my office."

"Listen to me," Santana hissed. "If you don't do anything, Fred is going to be dead in less than a week. Please."

He eyed her. "Why do you care so much? What do you have invested in this?"

"I'm invested in living in a world where there's clean drinking water, and the great indoors, and normal, living people!" She cried. "Angel, you have no idea what the apocalypse is like!"

He chuckled. "Yeah, sure. But what does Fred have to do with all of this?"

Santana thought for a second. "I mean, you use her death to get into that cult, and then you kill everyone in said cult, and then the senior partners drop us into hell. So really, not much, but I really like Fred! And I thought you did too!"

"I don't want Fred to die, obviously," he argued. "But I can't trust a word coming out of your mouth."

Santana slammed her fists on his desk. "Listen to yourself! When have you been able to trust anything ever, especially at Wolfram and Hart? For the first time, someone is coming here to offer you genuine help, no strings attached, and you're too dumb to accept it!"

"Genuine help with no strings attached doesn't exist! So forgive me for being a little paranoid," he told her, opening a file he had laying around.

Santana stood tall. "Fine. Then I'm going to Wesley. He's not useless. Have fun with Nina, puppet-dick." She stormed out of his office.

"Have a nice day!" Harmony called.