Even Evil Laywers Have to Eat

[vicious_bmantle]

Who: Lilah and Wesley
Where: The Grocery Store
When: Afternoonish?
What: Paying people to do this means it not getting done right, you know?
Status: Complete

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[watcher_pryce]

Of course 'they' had the prophecy. Why was Wesley not even remotely surprised by this. Even as knocked down and out for the count as the Senior Partners and their bloody firm were after Angel got through with them? They were always going to cling onto a big portion of the cake. Problem right now was that they had big trouble eating said cake once they had it. Well, a problem for them, not for the rest of the world.

At least it freed Lilah up to do things like these. Though, Wesley would like to think she'd have done it at any rate. For him at least. Yes, he sometimes was that delusional. When it came to that, he had to be in order to believe the world was going to be a better place for his son. Perhaps this was something only parents did. Wesley didn't know, nor did he care at the moment.

In any case... The Senior Partners being out for the count meant Lilah was somewhat safe for now, which reassured Wesley immensely. One he'd find a way for her to get out from under the contract as well - as if he didn't have enough research on his plate to give him a permanent migraine - if he and his friends could do it, then so could Lilah. Though he wasn't delusional enough to think that she'd use her talents for good, but he could hope.

"Ah yes, I had noticed that the last few times," he murmured. It was hard not think about the very important prophecies and how he had misinterpreted them. Of course he'd been duped and led astray with the one about-- Connor. But still, he had been the translator, he should've seen it, he should've told someone. But he hadn't anyone around back then. Hadn't known Lorne well enough, hadn't any contact with Giles or other watcher.

This time it would be different. He was not going to loose another child. And selfishly he realised it was even more important because it was his own bloody son.

Wesley's eyebrows rose slightly at the mention of an idea and even more so when said idea was laid out. Clever one, Miss Lilah Morgan. If only she wasn't wasted on this damn firm. Wesley found himself nodding and at the same time making a mental not to step up the escape plan for one Lilah Morgan. No matter what the rest said, they didn't know her the way Wesley had. Of course this damn prophecy and his son were the number one priority *now*.

"That sounds like an acceptable agreement," Wesley said, rubbing his large hand over the small back of his son's head. He gave Lilah an intense stare, eyes narrowing. He took in his surrounding before lowering his voice and saying "Thank you. Lilah."

[vicious_bmantle]

She personally wondered if he still wanted to get her away from the firm. She could still remember him going all 'Batman' with the gadgets to go through the firm and find her contract, only to realize that burning it would do no good. 'Flames wouldn't be eternal if they actually consumed anything.' It had meant so much to her that he tried. Someone tried to do a good thing for her, even if it was pointless.

Of course, then she had been dead. Now she was truly alive again. Probably because she was the one person on the planet right now with the most experience still intact. It was probably a mixture of pure luck and wits (mostly luck) that she hadn't been caught giving Wes little hints here and there yet. She personally hoped that the Senior Partners stayed off course for a while yet. While she may never be a 'good' person, she had her own reasons for doing what she did. Sometimes that just put her in a different path than the firm would have liked.

She nodded when he said that it was acceptable. "I'll have it at your home in the morning," she said to him. "I'm sure you can do more with it than any of our translators have been able to do." Another double sided phrase. Of course he could. He'd help his son with it, and her own translators would only sit on it, trying to find a way to use it to the firm's own purposes. Something that could be irritating at times, if she was honest.

"You're welcome," she said softly, reaching up to ruffle Max's hair gently again. "I should probably get going. He looks like me might be ready for a nap."