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[wickedslayer]

Days had been quiet at the Hyperion, with everybody pretty much doin' their thing. Soul Boy had himself locked up in his office, with Cordelia reminding me and probably him every five minutes that he was brooding again. I had a feelin' Angel was feelin' all guilty cause his best pal Doyle up and died on him. Hey, life was a bitch that way and Angel

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[_wes_pryce_]

I'm steering clear of eggs for the rest of my bloody life. Easter might even give me a trauma. The slime which came from those things with each blow covered me from head to toe. My shoulder was burning, but there was no way I could stop now. Some of the babies were coming out already and I had to bash their heads in. Not a pleasant task either.

I kept glancing over at Faith to see if she needed any help. So far she seemed to be handling the mother reasonably well. Damn, it's getting slippery in here. There were high pitched cries emerging all around us and I moved quickly to make them stop. They were obviously distracting Faith. I was so emerged in whacking the eggs and bashing in babies’ head - which sounds very awful - that I'd not noticed the mother getting away from Faith.

Quickly, I turned around and nearly slipped on some of the slime I didn't even think when Faith hollered for the pipe, I just threw it at her. Stumbling back after that, I did my best to stay out of reach of the mowing claws, ducking when they came to close. It lasted only a minute, less probably before a loud snap sounded through the room and the demon fell to the floor. The crying died down a bit; there were a few eggs left and one or two babies.

Panting, I stared at her, slime dripping from us as we stood there. Then I turned to look at the demon and raised my eyebrow. "Why must you play with my weapons?" I asked dryly, picking up the pipe. "Didn't you bring your own?"

[wickedslayer]

I scrunched up my face in disgust as I glanced down at my body, dripping with slime from head to toe. Wes was even more covered and I could already hear the lecture I was gonna get from Cor about new clothes and slime and how I had to be more careful and blah blah blah. Sometimes ex-cheerleaders didn't understand that a girl's gotta get a little dirty sometimes. Course, it did kinda suck that my new leathers were gettin' all mucked up. Oh well, wouldn't be any fun if I never got dirty at least a little bit, ya know?

There were still a couple babies emerging from their shells but I'd had more than enough of this crap. I was ready to go home and shower and call it a day. Say bye to Wes and finally let him have his day to himself just like he'd wanted it from the very beginning. Quickly I ripped the pipe out of Wesley's hand before smashing it back into the few remaining eggs and babies.

"C'mon, let's get outta here." I said in a low even tone as the screeching finally quited down. Thank God, cause it was already way too noisy in my head without havin' to add screamin' demon babies to the list. Just needed to be alone, needed some fucking peace and quiet for a little while. Needed to quiet down the chatter in my head tellin' me to pick up the pipe and finish Wes off while I was at it.

Would be kinda pointless to save a guy just to kill him. Least that didn't make any good kind've sense to me and I really didn't wanna hurt Wes I was just...I was just so pissed at him I couldn't help but wanna hurt him. At least a little. Self-control was a serious bitch.

Marching out through the bedroom door and down the stairs with Wesley in tow we walked outside towards the motorcycle. I was all sticky and covered in slime and it was wicked gross. Wesley's bike was gonna be a mess by the time we got back to Cordy's place.

[_wes_pryce_]

This was just utterly disgusting. Not that I’d never been…slimed…before, but this was just utterly disgusting. And we still had to go back on the bike. I glanced around to the number of eggs that still needed to be taken care off. But just as I was about to do that, Faith ripped the pipe out of my hand and did it myself. Show off, didn’t she trust me to take care of it? It was my job! And I was doing a good job if it too, dammit.

I wrinkled my nose when sounds finally stopped and sighed. Well, I suppose that works too, can we get out of here now? Apparently Faith agreed with my sentiment because she just said what I was thinking and marched out of the room. Someone’s in a hurry. Probably been around the pathetic ex-watcher to much and is ready to get out. That’s her problem, she was the one who all but forced herself to tag along. I could’ve handled this on my bloody own. I’d have died trying, but I could’ve gotten the job done.

Joining her once we were outside the building, I made a beeline toward the bike. Damn, the leather is going to be spoiled now. I’ll spend all tomorrow getting it clean. Pulling out the helmets, I left the one for Faith on the saddle while I put the weapons away safe and put my own helmet on. Time to get a move on, this is making me very nervous.

“I’ll drop you at the hotel, “ I murmured, glancing over at her to see if she was ready.

[wickedslayer]

He went straight for the motorcycle and I kinda hung behind a little bit. Not to go all cliche or nothin' but it looked like my job was pretty much done here. Not much more for a girl to do once the big bad was toast inside. Not like I needed to protect Wesley from anything else and the pounding in my head had stopped throbbing the minute I killed the first beastie in the kitchen. Killed the monster, saved the damsel. Check and check.

He put the gay little pink helmet back on the bike and I just stared at it again. Hey, job was done, deal was over. No more bein' Wesley's little bitch and it was time to go home, shower and see my girl for a little between the sheets TLC. Hotel wasn't all that far away from here and the idea of gettin' back on that bike with Wes appealed less and less to me as time went on. Nope. Not goin' there. Just gonna go home.

"Naw, it's cool." I said with a shrug as he glanced over my way to see if I was comin' or not. Big fat not. He was still all weirded out about me and I knew that Queen C was right. Eventually I was gonna have to make nice with my old watcher and this was a start. Maybe one of these days I'll get up the guts to really apologize.

"Hotel's not far. I think I'll just walk it." I stood there and met his eyes for a few minutes, neither one of us sayin' anything. Dunno. Maybe this was a start, who the fuck was I to say? Not like I had any experience in playin' nice.

"Guess I'll see ya." With that I turned on my heels and started headin' back to the hotel.