Play the part
Wolfram and Hart. It had been the place that not only I, but all of them had fought against for the past four years or more. They'd been the cause of so much pain in all of our lives and more. They control half of the evil in this world and represented the other half. We on the other hand had been the ones to fight the against that evil and for the good. We had been the white hats, the champions and heroes. And now?
Now we were the champions, the heroes who were in charge of the big and might evil multi-dimensional corporation. Why were we still here again?
Oh, right. I gave my son a real life and childhood and my best friend the best medical care money could buy who still ended up dying and traded my mission for a 401k and expensive toys. Now I remember. Sighing, stood up from the bed and made my way over to the elevator to take me down to my office to get the day started.
Maybe I was having those left over short circuits from that fun time I spent as a puppet. According to everyone else, I must have gotten a tad more upset about smaller things much faster than normal. But hey, if one of them had been turned into felt wouldn't they be a tad on the cranky side of things? Exactly.
As the doors opened to the office, I tore off my jacket immediately and hung it on the back of my chair. I glanced down at my desk at the several post-it notes mostly from Harmony. Couldn't she find a pad or piece of paper instead of writing every single message on a post-it then finding a random place on my desk to stick it? I thought I'd mentioned this to her once time, but obviously she hadn't taken it into account yet. Maybe I should stick a post-it on one of her damn unicorns and maybe she'd get the picture then.
I jerked up the notes one by one and sat them in a stack on the side of the desk. I'd glanced through them a little, but there was nothing there that I thought was very 'urgent.' Others might think that whatever the hell they wanted to tell me was 'urgent,' but unless there was another apocalypse around the corner or another urban cowboy decided to come back from nowhere to kill me then it could wait.
One of the notes did catch my eye. One that read, 'Wolfgirl called. Way to go boss!'. Frowning at the 'wolfgirl' and then the little smiley face, I thought of who it represented. A smile came to my lips as I remembered our breakfast a couple of days ago. The breakfast that we had while I was still a puppet. Luckily, that part of the situation had changed and the next time I saw Nina, I wouldn't come up to her knee.
Wondering if I should call her back now, I shrugged and picked up the phone. I dialed the number of her and her sister's house, but got the machine. Hanging up the phone, I sighed and leaned back in the chair. Despite the way I thought I was starting to feel about her, I wasn't sure if I was or if I could take this anywhere beyond where we were now. Did I want to? I still wasn't sure. Would there be that perfect..well. According to Wesley, that happened rarely. Rare enough that I'd gone through it two and a half times. Yes, a half. There was obviously Buffy and the spell where I'd dreamed of Cordy and I plus Connor actually accepting who I was. The half was the drink I'd taken with that actress, Rebecca. It'd been temporary and false, but it still brought out the beast inside of me.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to take that chance for my own satisfaction. We already had enough evil to deal with by just being here.
Speaking of here, was there something I was supposed to be doing? You know, the part of the job where I actually pretend to be Mr. CEO of this place instead of - according to everyone else - the souled vampire who broods too much up in his room. Maybe I should start playing the part again.
[Open to Nina]
Now we were the champions, the heroes who were in charge of the big and might evil multi-dimensional corporation. Why were we still here again?
Oh, right. I gave my son a real life and childhood and my best friend the best medical care money could buy who still ended up dying and traded my mission for a 401k and expensive toys. Now I remember. Sighing, stood up from the bed and made my way over to the elevator to take me down to my office to get the day started.
Maybe I was having those left over short circuits from that fun time I spent as a puppet. According to everyone else, I must have gotten a tad more upset about smaller things much faster than normal. But hey, if one of them had been turned into felt wouldn't they be a tad on the cranky side of things? Exactly.
As the doors opened to the office, I tore off my jacket immediately and hung it on the back of my chair. I glanced down at my desk at the several post-it notes mostly from Harmony. Couldn't she find a pad or piece of paper instead of writing every single message on a post-it then finding a random place on my desk to stick it? I thought I'd mentioned this to her once time, but obviously she hadn't taken it into account yet. Maybe I should stick a post-it on one of her damn unicorns and maybe she'd get the picture then.
I jerked up the notes one by one and sat them in a stack on the side of the desk. I'd glanced through them a little, but there was nothing there that I thought was very 'urgent.' Others might think that whatever the hell they wanted to tell me was 'urgent,' but unless there was another apocalypse around the corner or another urban cowboy decided to come back from nowhere to kill me then it could wait.
One of the notes did catch my eye. One that read, 'Wolfgirl called. Way to go boss!'. Frowning at the 'wolfgirl' and then the little smiley face, I thought of who it represented. A smile came to my lips as I remembered our breakfast a couple of days ago. The breakfast that we had while I was still a puppet. Luckily, that part of the situation had changed and the next time I saw Nina, I wouldn't come up to her knee.
Wondering if I should call her back now, I shrugged and picked up the phone. I dialed the number of her and her sister's house, but got the machine. Hanging up the phone, I sighed and leaned back in the chair. Despite the way I thought I was starting to feel about her, I wasn't sure if I was or if I could take this anywhere beyond where we were now. Did I want to? I still wasn't sure. Would there be that perfect..well. According to Wesley, that happened rarely. Rare enough that I'd gone through it two and a half times. Yes, a half. There was obviously Buffy and the spell where I'd dreamed of Cordy and I plus Connor actually accepting who I was. The half was the drink I'd taken with that actress, Rebecca. It'd been temporary and false, but it still brought out the beast inside of me.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to take that chance for my own satisfaction. We already had enough evil to deal with by just being here.
Speaking of here, was there something I was supposed to be doing? You know, the part of the job where I actually pretend to be Mr. CEO of this place instead of - according to everyone else - the souled vampire who broods too much up in his room. Maybe I should start playing the part again.
[Open to Nina]