Getting to know you...Getting to know me.
Continued from Here
I keep to Faith's blind side unconsciously. I don't even know what I'm doing until I notice it. Huh, apparently there are some things a Watcher never forgets. No, wait. A Watcher is not supposed to go out and hunt with his or her Slayer. Isn't that what they taught us at the bloody academy of wankers? Yes, Watchers are only supposed to watch, report, write in their journal and then wait for the Slayer to die. Stupid gits, they never realized that a Slayer is a person, a woman, as well as a Slayer. If there's something I've learned in the past few years, it's that.
Among a lot of other things. I can't believe what a pratt I was when I first came to this country. Alone, with an enormous task weighting down on me. Take care of two Slayers, replace the star Watcher of the Council and of course...make father proud. I was so afraid and nervous when I got here, the first time away from the mother country. And what a culture shock it was. Everything was different and I had no idea how to handle all that.
With disastrous results.
Yet, here we are. Faith and I, nearly five years later. Both of us still the outsiders of the group, whichever group. Werther it was the Sunnydale one, or just as now, Angels Investigations. Apparently I'm not meant to belong in any group, no matter how hard I try. I wonder if Faith feels the same. Lonely, still trying to do your best, still going on.
"What?" Why does her calling me boss bother me so much? Giving her a bitter smile I keep my eyes open, scanning our surroundings. "They...used to call me boss over at Angel Investigations. It is an empty title, useless, meaningless. And I might be all of that, Faith, that doesn't mean I need a constant reminder of it." Shrugging, I sigh, pulling out on of my guns. It makes me feel safer, more in control. "So I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me boss. I'm no one's boss, never was, never will."
I keep to Faith's blind side unconsciously. I don't even know what I'm doing until I notice it. Huh, apparently there are some things a Watcher never forgets. No, wait. A Watcher is not supposed to go out and hunt with his or her Slayer. Isn't that what they taught us at the bloody academy of wankers? Yes, Watchers are only supposed to watch, report, write in their journal and then wait for the Slayer to die. Stupid gits, they never realized that a Slayer is a person, a woman, as well as a Slayer. If there's something I've learned in the past few years, it's that.
Among a lot of other things. I can't believe what a pratt I was when I first came to this country. Alone, with an enormous task weighting down on me. Take care of two Slayers, replace the star Watcher of the Council and of course...make father proud. I was so afraid and nervous when I got here, the first time away from the mother country. And what a culture shock it was. Everything was different and I had no idea how to handle all that.
With disastrous results.
Yet, here we are. Faith and I, nearly five years later. Both of us still the outsiders of the group, whichever group. Werther it was the Sunnydale one, or just as now, Angels Investigations. Apparently I'm not meant to belong in any group, no matter how hard I try. I wonder if Faith feels the same. Lonely, still trying to do your best, still going on.
"What?" Why does her calling me boss bother me so much? Giving her a bitter smile I keep my eyes open, scanning our surroundings. "They...used to call me boss over at Angel Investigations. It is an empty title, useless, meaningless. And I might be all of that, Faith, that doesn't mean I need a constant reminder of it." Shrugging, I sigh, pulling out on of my guns. It makes me feel safer, more in control. "So I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me boss. I'm no one's boss, never was, never will."