At Destiny's End

[jo_reid]

Who: Jo, Dawn, Avery, and Wesley
Where: Wes' new house
What: Jo, Dawn, and Avery arrive at Wes' place, hoping that Wesley can help Jo with her mystical problem.
When: Evening, after talking to Buffy and Spike

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[avery_quinn]

It did more than catch him off guard when Wes jolted him back to reality. He was, of course, the only young man, and he was thinking rather hard. Of course, Wes was smart, and Avery couldn't deny that at all. But still. If Jo wanted help, he was certainly not going to give up just because Wesley thought it was a bad idea. It might, however, slow down his train of thought, for a second. He peered over to Jo, trying to figure out how she was playing into this. She was talking to ghosts, that was easy enough to see. It obviously wasn't a pleasant experience, which was wrong, in his opinion.

However... his gaze turned to Dawn, and then back to Wesley. His fingers stopped sparking, now that he was wholly cognitive... it had merely been a side effect of thinking magical thoughts without an appropriate counterbalance. He felt bad for Jo, and yeah, he was kind of irked that Wesley would assume that there was nothing that could be done. Hell, hadn't Willow mentioned something about bringing back the dead?

For now, he would push his thoughts to the side.

"Hey, Jo... are you okay?" He asked, his voice gentle. He'd let Dawn and Wes obsess over the baby, and for now, he'd at least look like he'd given up on the ideas bouncing around in his head.

[dawning_bright]

(ooc-sorry this took so long. Been sick this week. Still sick, really.)

Dawn moved forward in time to help Jo stand, slipping one arm around her waist and helping her around to the front of the couch. She then looked over at Wes as he questioned her. "He's fine-I just...um, rocked him, for a while." She was too embarrassed to mention she'd sang-besides, her singing voice wasn't that great!

"He fell asleep again and I put him back in the crib." She then smiled at him. "He's beautiful, Wes. If you ever need a babysitter, let me know." It was the first nearly-normal thing she'd said or done since escaping the hospital.

Sitting beside her friend again on the couch, she absently pulled out her bottle again, thumbed it open, and slipped a couple pills into her mouth. Chasing it down with her tea, she slipped the medicine back into her pocket and refocused on the others.

A smile was offered to Jo. "See, I told you Wes could help." She had caught what he said about techniques and other things that might help out her new friend.

[visionsinprada]

What a long day! Shopping for food could be tiring when you had to read through the seventeen thousand steps to a baby's diet. For little Max, Cordelia was willing to go through the hassle of figuring out which disgusting puree was best fort his development. However this was some complicated stuff!

"I would have much preferred shopping for the occult items," the brunette mumbled to herself.

And how long ago those days were. Back when Angel Investigations had their little office, chock full of demon combating goodies per Wes. The days where all she worried about was stocking her own fridge, not taking care of a baby and Wes to boot. And yes, he did need taking care of. If Cordelia left that man to his own devices he was sure to take care of Max, but likely neglect his own nutrition. Well, no fear when Cordelia Chase was on the hunt! Her trunk was full of delicious foods and long receipts.

Stopping only briefly to get some coffee from one of those cute little drive through cafes, soon she was on her way home. She'd been out longer than intended not because she got caught up in shopping, but because she got caught up behind some very slow woman who had far too many coupons and not enough money not in coins to take less than twenty minutes checking out. When she finally pulled down the lovely long drive, a wave of relief washed over her. Cordelia found that as time wore on, she had less and less patience with mundane life and ordinary people who were completely clueless. Life for her, for Wes, for all their friends...? It was forever a different reality.

There was a car near the house. Unusual but not completely unexpected. Ex-Sunnydale folk were always stopping by to see Max these days. Cordelia pulled up nice and close to the front door and parked. She grabbed her keys, purse, and coffee, and headed inside. She did the tedious work, Wes could carry in the groceries, right?

"Wesleeeyyyy!" she chirped soft and cheerily as she entered. If Max was asleep, she didn't want to risk waking him.

[watcher_pryce]

Oh. Bugger. This really wasn't Wesley's territory. Yes, alright, he'd been good at calming down clients. But they'd already come to them because they knew they had a supernatural problem or assurance. He'd never really dealt with someone who he'd just had to tell that she was a visionary of some sort.

Glancing around, he nodded at Dawn when she assured him Max was alright. "Thank you, Dawn."

He'd check in on his boy soon enough. There was just something about this all that made Wesley a bit spooky. Then again, anything even remotely coming close to threatening his son made him on edge. The dreams, the nightmares he'd been having since Fred died weren't helping at all.

Ah! There they were. Wesley grabbed a box of tissues (curtsey of living with Cordelia no doubt) and handed them over to Jo. "I know it's a lot to take," he murmured quietly. "And you're still a waitress," he frowned at those words. Alright, that came out wrong. He really wasn't good with this!

Sighing, he looked from Avery to Dawn, wishing they would stop looking at him as though he has all the answers. He hated that look, especially since it had become painfully clear in his past that he *hadn't* all the answers. Cordelia would be so much better when it came to dealing with this.

Bluntness and tactless aside, she knew what Jo must be experiencing somewhat. Which was why it was a relief to hear the familiar overly cheerful voice of his best friend echoing through the house. Cordelia's idea of 'quietly' probably involved shoes and a lot of sneaking to get the best sale.

"We're in the library, Cordy," he called out, giving Jo a reassuring smile. "And your timing, as per usual, is impeccable. And there wasn't even a Neimans sale."

He turned to Jo and nodded his head to the door when Cordy appeared. "Cordelia Chase, this is Avery Quinn," Wesley introduced the boy, "of course you already know Dawn, and this is Jo Reid. I think you should talk to her. She's a visionary."

[jo_reid]

"Hey, Jo... are you okay?"

"Yeah. Great," she whispered, her eyes glazed over. She allowed Dawn to lead her to the front of the couch where she sat down.

The entire world had just changed. Suddenly, things that weren't supposed to be real were a part of her life. Were a part of who she was.

Ugh. Not had all of the oxygen been sucked out of the room, but the walls were starting to close in on her, too. This information was too much. Her brain couldn't handle it. It was going to explode, and leave little brainy parts all over the pretty library walls...

Suddenly a tissue box was in her hands, and Wesley was trying to comfort her...kind of. Before she could respond to him, a voice rang throughout the house. Within moments, she was being introduced to a woman. A visionary.

Jo found herself standing on her wobbly-Bambi-legs again. This was becoming all too real. And talking to this woman, it would make it that much more real. And she couldn't handle that. She couldn't deal with any of this. Why had she come here? Before she had hoped that these visions were a result of some supernatural occurence, because then she wasn't crazy. But she had never really realized what that meant, what it would mean for her life. How it would change how she saw everything (no pun intended).

She couldn't handle this.

She spoke softly still, "You know what? I shouldn't be here anymore. I need to go...clear my head. I appreciate all of your help. I just...can't do this."