Conditions at the bar had not become markedly more cooperative since the last time I'd paid a visit. And given that I was not backed up by a Slayer tonight, I had my hands just a bit more full
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"Pryce here. I'm a bit busy at the moment, you'll have to excuse the noise."
At least he'd gotten through. Gunn's smile faded, and he winced as he heard some sort of inhuman grunting coming from the other end of the line. "Hey, sorry to catch you at a bad time, Wes," he said quickly, not wanting to keep the man from his fight for too long, "But we've got a Slayer that needs a ride. Faith's coming in to help us out with our little hellgod problem. I've got her address, but I have a few more calls to make before I can go anywhere, and we need that girl here now. Think you can swing by and give her a lift?"
"Not at all." I scanned around the room, trying to gauge the tension and to determine my most likely first targets if I needed to fight my way out of the bar. The demon I'd been restraining whimpered, and I jabbed the shotgun barrel again. "Do be quiet."
"But we've got a Slayer that needs a ride. Faith's coming in to help us out with our little hellgod problem. I've got her address, but I have a few more calls to make before I can go anywhere, and we need that girl here now. Think you can swing by and give her a lift?"
Faith. I almost had to smile, considering where I was at the moment.
"Excellent idea, Charles. Of course I can. The address?"
I listened carefully, committing it to memory. I'd never actually been there, simply driven past it, but I knew the area well enough to not need directions
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Wouldn't you fuckin' know it? Just when ya get settled in to a good feelin' from a hard day of crap someone comes knockin' on the door. Hadn't ordered any pizzas, Chinese places were closed, and nobody from the Gotti family was lookin' for me anymore. Not that I knew of, heh!
Got done with the packin' and I got a little bored. So the fuck what? It was somethin' to keep me busy while I waited -- hell, how was I supposed to know that the G-spot was gonna have someone fetch me so damn quickly? So I nabbed the nearest cutie. Wasn't that hard lemme tell yah, seems like the men in this town are ready to jump any fine piece of ass that was willin' to 'assume the position'.
"Faith? It's Wesley. Your ride is here.""God! Fuck! No, stay there," came my voice through the door to Wesley's ears and shuffling and thumping ensued. I threw the door open half covered in a bedsheet held to my chest. With one hand and a brief flinch of my head I tossed my hair back and forced a breath to calm my worked-up nerves. An unrecognizable young -- naked and
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I leaned against the doorframe and waited, while I heard distinct sounds of movement from within. It seemed a month or more before I at last heard Faith's voice, obviously perturbed.
"God! Fuck! No, stay there."
Hmph. There was more noise, and then the sound of the locks being unlatched. The door opened a few inches, then a little more than halfway. Faith stood in the doorway, wrapped in a bedsheet. Her hair was rumpled, lipstick smeared, and even if I wasn't a trained Watcher, I'd know precisely what had been going on in this motel room.
"Well well! Mister Wesley."
Any pleasantries that might've been my first greeting vanished, replaced with a terse "Faith" said through a suddenly tightened jaw.
"Hate t' tell ya, babe, but my ride's been here for an hour. Unless ya think you can fit in the passenger seat?"The hard set of my lips deepened into a frown. Faith's brazen sexuality was enough of a problem during my tenure in Sunnydale. Later, it was used against me as simply another tool of torture. Months ago, during the
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"Damn Wes, you'd think you were actin' like my dad my or somethin'."
"Once a Watcher, always a Watcher, Faith." I said, quietly, not sure if she heard or not. Although, I did suppose it was true. Not only in my personal opinion, but for the fact that though I'd parted ways with the Watchers' Council, Faith had never been officially reassigned to another Watcher. I found myself wondering if that particular book of records had survived the Council's destruction.
It was as I attempted surreptitiously observe Faith across the diner booth that my thoughts continued in the same vein. What was it about fate, I mused, that kept people constantly connected, no matter the time and the place? I'd seen enough evidence of that kind of connection with Angel and Buffy.
Now, it seemed, that Faith would always be drawn eventually into the most important times of my own life. If I could help her, help keep her on her path, then that was more than all right with me.
"... nah, you know me Wes, that's not my gig."I nodded. Model Slayer was
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"I always did, Faith. I didn't break you out of jail for nothing."
I know he didn't do it intentionally but for some reason he always made things sound like I owed him. Like it wasn't bad enough I still felt regret for everything I'd done to him but I couldn't help but wonder if there was a little shadow inside him that just loved to rub it in my face. Y'know like, 'Hey Faith! Even though you tried t' kill me I've still done all this shit for you! What's your problem, chick?!' "Mm," was all I could manage to reply with at first, burying my eyes into the menu as if his statement was to be ignored. In fact, that's probably not a bad idea. "Monte cristo sounds good.."
"So you're thinking of staying around, then?"The menu was folded closed and ungracefully tossed back onto the table. "Depends on the incentive," I answered through a coy little smirk, tucking my hair back behind my ear with one hand. I allowed my smirk to become a bit more of a smirking smile and rest my elbows on the table, tucking my arms near my chest. "How 'bout it,
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I frowned. There was something distinctly upset about the tone of Faith's voice, the set of her shoulders. Whatever I'd said had not set well with her, and I was having a devil of a time determining just what and why. Besides...
"Faith, there's no Monte Cristo on the menu..."
Before I could finish, she was tossing aside the menu and answering my other question. And really, that was the one in which I was far more interested.
"Depends on the incentive... How 'bout it, Sir Wesley? How would you train a dog to 'stay'?"Faith leaned forward and gave me a smirk that was part challenge and part something almost coquettish in the way it was teasing me into responding. Now, we were back into a far more comfortable mode-- casual, light and entirely avoiding the tension that seemed to be constantly strung between us. Well, comfortable, perhaps, save the way Faith was leaning forward. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I returned a smirk at her
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"Well, shit," I muttered out, my gaze lookin' over to where the kitchen was. ".. they should have it. Ever tried that stuff? Talk 'bout heaven floatin' in your mouth; well.. we'll leave it at that." What a bad way tryin' to keep control of the conversation. I grunted, leanin' back against the chair with my eyes warily lookin' back at Wes. "I think I'll just stick to coffee. Don't have much of a taste for food now anyway.."
And so I rose up after selecting a couple sugar packs and one of those little creamer cups. I sat on the edge of the table, tending to his coffee, pouring in the sugar followed by the creamer then using my finger to stir it. Without so much as looking at him I picked the coffee up and took a couple sips. "Yeah, that's better. What're you lookin' at?" I shot at the waitress staring at me like I was a freak. I dipped my head as though challenging her and she walked off, coffee pot in hand
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At least he'd gotten through. Gunn's smile faded, and he winced as he heard some sort of inhuman grunting coming from the other end of the line. "Hey, sorry to catch you at a bad time, Wes," he said quickly, not wanting to keep the man from his fight for too long, "But we've got a Slayer that needs a ride. Faith's coming in to help us out with our little hellgod problem. I've got her address, but I have a few more calls to make before I can go anywhere, and we need that girl here now. Think you can swing by and give her a lift?"
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"Hey, sorry to catch you at a bad time, Wes."
"Not at all." I scanned around the room, trying to gauge the tension and to determine my most likely first targets if I needed to fight my way out of the bar. The demon I'd been restraining whimpered, and I jabbed the shotgun barrel again. "Do be quiet."
"But we've got a Slayer that needs a ride. Faith's coming in to help us out with our little hellgod problem. I've got her address, but I have a few more calls to make before I can go anywhere, and we need that girl here now. Think you can swing by and give her a lift?"
Faith. I almost had to smile, considering where I was at the moment.
"Excellent idea, Charles. Of course I can. The address?"
I listened carefully, committing it to memory. I'd never actually been there, simply driven past it, but I knew the area well enough to not need directions ( ... )
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Got done with the packin' and I got a little bored. So the fuck what? It was somethin' to keep me busy while I waited -- hell, how was I supposed to know that the G-spot was gonna have someone fetch me so damn quickly? So I nabbed the nearest cutie. Wasn't that hard lemme tell yah, seems like the men in this town are ready to jump any fine piece of ass that was willin' to 'assume the position'.
"Faith? It's Wesley. Your ride is here.""God! Fuck! No, stay there," came my voice through the door to Wesley's ears and shuffling and thumping ensued. I threw the door open half covered in a bedsheet held to my chest. With one hand and a brief flinch of my head I tossed my hair back and forced a breath to calm my worked-up nerves. An unrecognizable young -- naked and ( ... )
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"God! Fuck! No, stay there."
Hmph. There was more noise, and then the sound of the locks being unlatched. The door opened a few inches, then a little more than halfway. Faith stood in the doorway, wrapped in a bedsheet. Her hair was rumpled, lipstick smeared, and even if I wasn't a trained Watcher, I'd know precisely what had been going on in this motel room.
"Well well! Mister Wesley."
Any pleasantries that might've been my first greeting vanished, replaced with a terse "Faith" said through a suddenly tightened jaw.
"Hate t' tell ya, babe, but my ride's been here for an hour. Unless ya think you can fit in the passenger seat?"The hard set of my lips deepened into a frown. Faith's brazen sexuality was enough of a problem during my tenure in Sunnydale. Later, it was used against me as simply another tool of torture. Months ago, during the ( ... )
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"Once a Watcher, always a Watcher, Faith." I said, quietly, not sure if she heard or not. Although, I did suppose it was true. Not only in my personal opinion, but for the fact that though I'd parted ways with the Watchers' Council, Faith had never been officially reassigned to another Watcher. I found myself wondering if that particular book of records had survived the Council's destruction.
It was as I attempted surreptitiously observe Faith across the diner booth that my thoughts continued in the same vein. What was it about fate, I mused, that kept people constantly connected, no matter the time and the place? I'd seen enough evidence of that kind of connection with Angel and Buffy.
Now, it seemed, that Faith would always be drawn eventually into the most important times of my own life. If I could help her, help keep her on her path, then that was more than all right with me.
"... nah, you know me Wes, that's not my gig."I nodded. Model Slayer was ( ... )
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I know he didn't do it intentionally but for some reason he always made things sound like I owed him. Like it wasn't bad enough I still felt regret for everything I'd done to him but I couldn't help but wonder if there was a little shadow inside him that just loved to rub it in my face. Y'know like, 'Hey Faith! Even though you tried t' kill me I've still done all this shit for you! What's your problem, chick?!' "Mm," was all I could manage to reply with at first, burying my eyes into the menu as if his statement was to be ignored. In fact, that's probably not a bad idea. "Monte cristo sounds good.."
"So you're thinking of staying around, then?"The menu was folded closed and ungracefully tossed back onto the table. "Depends on the incentive," I answered through a coy little smirk, tucking my hair back behind my ear with one hand. I allowed my smirk to become a bit more of a smirking smile and rest my elbows on the table, tucking my arms near my chest. "How 'bout it, ( ... )
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I frowned. There was something distinctly upset about the tone of Faith's voice, the set of her shoulders. Whatever I'd said had not set well with her, and I was having a devil of a time determining just what and why. Besides...
"Faith, there's no Monte Cristo on the menu..."
Before I could finish, she was tossing aside the menu and answering my other question. And really, that was the one in which I was far more interested.
"Depends on the incentive... How 'bout it, Sir Wesley? How would you train a dog to 'stay'?"Faith leaned forward and gave me a smirk that was part challenge and part something almost coquettish in the way it was teasing me into responding. Now, we were back into a far more comfortable mode-- casual, light and entirely avoiding the tension that seemed to be constantly strung between us. Well, comfortable, perhaps, save the way Faith was leaning forward. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I returned a smirk at her ( ... )
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"Well, shit," I muttered out, my gaze lookin' over to where the kitchen was. ".. they should have it. Ever tried that stuff? Talk 'bout heaven floatin' in your mouth; well.. we'll leave it at that." What a bad way tryin' to keep control of the conversation. I grunted, leanin' back against the chair with my eyes warily lookin' back at Wes. "I think I'll just stick to coffee. Don't have much of a taste for food now anyway.."
And so I rose up after selecting a couple sugar packs and one of those little creamer cups. I sat on the edge of the table, tending to his coffee, pouring in the sugar followed by the creamer then using my finger to stir it. Without so much as looking at him I picked the coffee up and took a couple sips. "Yeah, that's better. What're you lookin' at?" I shot at the waitress staring at me like I was a freak. I dipped my head as though challenging her and she walked off, coffee pot in hand ( ... )
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