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[_wes_pryce_]

They were arguing. Or rather, I think Faith was arguing. Since I heard her the most. I've no idea why I never noticed before how voices carried this far in the hotel. Perhaps it was the silence. Perhaps it was the knowledge that there would never be anyone else here but us. Since the others were still gone. But I could almost hear every word they

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[prodigal_slayer]

I glared at Angel as he pulled my tank top forward and kept starin' at my rack. Did he have to do that right now?! We were tryin' to be inconspicious and it wasn't like I was gropin' his crotch or anything. Except I had to keep shifting because it was kinda uncomfortable havin' a dick. It kept stickin' to my leg and then it was just kinda hangin' there in the way. So glad to be a girl, and if it wasn't for the fact that Angel was an idiot and I was gonna have to fix his mess? I'd be beggin' Wes to turn us back right now. Couldn't do that though, because Wes was hell bent on leavin'. Great.

Following the two of them to the hotel Wes started headin' upstairs and Angel made a bee line for the kitchen. Lookin' between the two of us I just hoped that Angel was smart enough to not get me into trouble. He could go out and get laid and eat all the food he wanted. Hell, he could spend the rest of the afternoon gropin' himself, or myself for all I cared. Long as he didn't fuck this one up. I'd set it straight and then we could go back to being us again.

Following Wesley upstairs I thought about how Angel might act in this situation and decided to go with the opposite. Because whatever Soul Boy'd been doin' clearly hadn't been working. Grabbing a bottle of wicked expensive lookin' scotch from Angel's room I knocked on Wesley's door and waited til I heard him invite me in before walkin' into the room with the bottle in hand.

"Wesley," I started, glancin' down at the things he'd started packin' up. Clothes folded on the bed and ready to shove into suitcases. Why was he doin' this? They'd had fights before, right? Nothin' like this?

"I really wish you wouldn't leave." I finally said after a minute, all the steam leavin' me cause I really had no idea how to fix this. Be Angel. Just be Angel. I could do that right? I'd been Buffy once and I'd ended up fucking her boyfriend. Right. Not goin' there this time. "I'm sorry that I said those things to you. But you're part of the team. Hell, you are the team now. I need you here with us." Did that sound like Angel? I had no clue.

[watcher_pryce]

I was up the stairs and into my room before either one of them even entered the lobby. Packing my things was easy. Most of it was still at my flat. I'd gotten to used to staying here while healing. Actually thinking Angel still cared. I was a fool to believe that. But as usual when it came to Angel, I've made myself illusions.

No more.

As I was putting my clothes into the suitcase, less neatly and orderly then I usually did, there was a knock on the door. Probably Faith. Wonder what she wants. But when the door opened and Angel stepped in, I looked rather surprised.

Now what? More accusations? More threats? Getting sick of those. If he starts, I might have to consider shooting his balls off. It's not as though they wont grown back. Lucky bastard.

I glared at him when he said my name. It was nothing more then a word in his mouth, probably tastes sour too. He couldn't even continue from there on. Turning back to my suitcase, I continued packing while I listened to Angel talk.

"Why?" I asked coldly. "So you have a good punch back for your insults? So I can sit there like a good little boy and let you use me to take out your anger? I don't think so, Angel. Those days are long gone."

Slamming my suitcase shut, I glanced around the room to see if I'd forgotten anything. "'As far as I'm concerned, we're okay'", I quoted him. It seemed more then just a year ago. It seemed a lifetime ago I'd hauled him out of the ocean.

"We're not okay, Angel. We're never going to be okay. I've been making illusions, thinking you've actually forgiven me. But you never will, isn't that so?" I stood close to him, the toes of my shoes nearly touching his. "You'll never trust me. You're only seeing me as a nuisance you feel somewhat responsible for because of our history."

I turned back to the bed and picked up my suitcase. "Let me make it easy for you, Angel. I don't need your bloody protecting. Let me get out of your hair, so you can go back to you brooding and being depressed. I'm sure Faith will be thrilled."

I think I pulled a muscle when I grabbed that suitcase. Bugger. Never mind. Walking over to the door, I opened it and started toward the stairs. Just a few more moment and I'll be out. I wonder if I should say goodbye to Faith.

[prodigal_slayer]

My eyes widened as I realized he was heading for the door again. Why was he heading for the door? Was he even going to say bye to me? Me as in my body and dammit Wes! I was so pissed at Angel cause he had to go and fuck everything up this bad and it wasn't like I knew how to fix it. I was just sure that I could do a better job than Angel had been doing. Which really? Shouldn't be that hard to do.

"Wes, wait." I asked him in a small voice hoping that he would see that I was sorry enough to stay for at least a minute. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot. It's just with Connor and then everything that happened...." I let my words trail off because I realized I only had the cliffnotes version of what actually went down between Angel and Wes. Hoped Wes wouldn't notice that I was kinda makin' it up here. Hopefully he'd overlook that and just see how much I wanted him to stay.

And I really did, which was kinda weird. I really wanted Wes to stay.

"I know you have as much right to grieve as I do and I know that I haven't exactly been fair to you for...a long time." I followed him out into the hallway and gave him a pleading look. He was lookin' sorta mystified as I quickly took the suitcases out of his hands and stood blocking his way. Damn. I was gigantic now. Felt like I could just crush anything which was kinda cool. If only I could get used to the awkwardness between my legs. Maybe Wes wouldn't notice. He wouldn't. I was a good actress. Second best actor, right?

"I am sorry, even if you don't believe me-- I am. But look, if you have to go.....I won't like it, but I won't stop you. I'll understand. We've been through so much together though and sometimes...well, you are my best friend. At least stay for one drink?" I smiled and held up the bottle of all too expensive scotch. "For old time's sake?"

Would Angel say that? Well, if not he was sayin' it now. Cause right now Angel was probably downstairs fondling himself and piggin' out on snack food.

[watcher_pryce]

Confused, I paused, my hand hovering over the door handle as I turned toward Angel. Wait? What now? Sighing, I rubbed a hand over my face and the frowned when I heard the tone of his voice. What the hell is going on here? What game is he playing now? He’s probably afraid he’ll be loosing his faithful servant. Well tough, he lost that one years ago. Long before the pillow, and long before I gave him my blood. And mostly due to his own acting. Much like he’s doing now.

Shifting on my feet, I clutched my bag and just stared at him while he gave his little speech. Oh sod that. Again with the old platitudes. Turning my back at him, I opened the door and strode out the room. Only to have him follow me. Well, that was new…and confusing. Very confusing I might add. I don’t recall Angel ever following me. Unless he wanted things his way. Ah…right. Silly of me to think it was actually about me.

I was about to whirl around and give him a piece of my mind when he held up a bottle of scotch and…smiled. There is that smile again. I faltered in my step and blinked at him. Bloody hell, did that tentacle make him high? Never mind, I’m not going to fall for that again.

“You think having a drink is going to solve everything, Angel?” I gave him a hard stare, narrowing my eyes. “You keep throwing the betrayal at my feet. You nearly bodily threaten me because I have the nerve to look at Faith.” Dropping my bag, I took a step toward him and thrust my face close to his.

“Say it Angel. Come on, lets hear you say it. You blame me for Connor’s death, aren’t you? Come on? Admit it so I can leave and we can both move on.”

[prodigal_slayer]

I rolled my eyes, suddenly startin' to understand why it was that Angel was always snappin' on Wes. He was wicked annoying sometimes. I mean, damn dude! Just stay and have one drink, where's the harm in that? But naw, he's gotta make it into some kinda drama. Well, that was fine I could roll with that. I'm Angel now and Angel would just....roll with that? No he wouldn't! He'd go shut himself off in his room and brood to death. Fuck that.

"No, that's not....I didn't say...it would fix anything. Just, what's the harm in a drink, ya know?" Now I knew I wasn't soundin' anything like Angel and I could barely even meet Wesley's eyes. Because we were walkin' straight into uncharted territory now. Wesley would be so righteously pissed off right now if he knew it was really me in here just pretendin' to be Angel. Someone had to make things right around here and when that person was me? We were all fucked.

Then he just had to go on and go there. Why did he have to do that? I didn't know how to answer that question. Not that it was a question, more of an accusation. Did Angel really blame Wesley for Connor's death? I didn't see how he could possibly blame Wesley, it didn't seem like his fault at all. I had no idea what Angel would say so I was just gonna have to make it up. Again.

"I don't blame you for Connor's death." I finally said in a low honest tone. Maybe I should just let him go before I gave myself just enough rope to hang myself with. I was screwin' myself royally here but ya know what? Screwed or not? I was doin' better than Angel would have done. Besides, I had the feeling Angel blamed Wes for a lot of things when it came to Connor. His death? Probably wasn't one of them.

"I don't want you to go, I need you here. Faith needs you here." I added in and that was okay because this was Angel saying this and not me. I'd never say that.

I didn't need no one. Except judging by the lengths I was suddenly going to keep these people in my life? Maybe I really did need someone.