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[divinecordelia]

continued from hereI came out of the bathroom and saw Wesley laying on the bed ready for sleep. I look at the couch and then back at the bed, screw it. Ms. Stoic can have the run down thread bare couch, I'm taking the bed. I get in under the covers after examining the sheets, and let out a yawn. I roll on my side and look at Wesley

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[_wes_pryce_]

"I'll stay up and wait for the stubborn twist until she gets back," I yawn. I glance at the door and start to sit up. Maybe I should've just stayed in Los Angeles. What am I doing here? These is no longer my family, my friends. Yet, here I am again, running to help when they so much as sneeze. There must be some kick me sign on me somewhere I've missed, otherwise I have no idea why I keep doing that.

"I will take the..." I frown and look at her worried as she yelps out suddenly. "Cordy?" Scooting back on the bed, I lean against the headboard as well and look at her. "What was that?" She has nightmares when she just closes her eyes? That's not good at all. Welcome to my world, I think wryly. I want to reach out and comfort her, tell her it'll be alright. But I don't know if it will and we're not exactly friends anymore are we?

"I'll go and wait for Faith on the...sofa," I wrinkle my nose as I look at that thing. Might as well stay on the floor and read some more books.

[divinecordelia]

He asks me what that yelp was and I just shrug at him, rough day, right? He sits up and is about to move off of the bed to the couch, I reach out and grab his wrist.

"No, stay on the bed and read your books. If you let her sleep with me after the things I said I may wake up not breathing, or well not wake up in that case." I smile and yawn again, tucking my hands under the pillow. "Besides... she stormed out, let her take the uncomfortable thing to sleep on." I close my eyes and then open them as he gathers up books.

"Wesley, thank you for coming." I tell him once again, meaning it. "I know it's been... weird, but thank you for coming. I needed you."

[_wes_pryce_]

Picking up my books I move back to the bed and get some out. Leaning back against the board I can't help but give her a small glare. Sure, stupid Wes will come running whenever anyone needs me. But where is everyone else when I need someone? Nowhere to be found. Left alone, dropped as a stone without the chance to explain anything.

How well they think they know me. That had hurt the most in the whole thing. Not that knife against my throat, not the live pouring out of me in that damn park. No, the fact that my friends, my family. Cordelia. Just assumed and played jury, judge and executioner.

Sitting back stiffly against the pillow, I put my glasses back on my nose and nod at her. "You're...welcome." It's Cordy, how could I not come. She might be able to forget all about how much we've been through together. Apparently I'm a fool and can't.

[divinecordelia]

You're ... welcome.

I hear the strain in his voice and yeah okay things have been really weird up to this point with the whole Wesley being thrown out of our little... family. I let out a sigh and sit up a bit, setting my hand on the book in front of his nose and tipping it down.

"Wes, I know things... suck right now but you were the only one I could call." I say quietly. "Gunn wouldn't be able to handle this, yano? You are the book man, the research man, the get it done and get the hell out of there man. And hey, you busted Faith out, we've already got a strong defense with the two of you." I bite my lower lip and look at him, I've missed him. Granted he made some poor decisions, but maybe if we would have listened to his side more or something. We always side with Angel, and now look where we are.

"I wish things were different, that we didn't disband." I look at him and smile sadly. "Despite popular belief I did miss you... no one good to argue with anymore. Fred is just all facts and books so it's pointless arguing with her."

[_wes_pryce_]

Things suck? That's the understatement of the year. Century actually. My jaw tenses and I look down at the hand on my book. "Gunn could have handled this just as well. After all he's been a vampire hunter all his live," I say tersely. As opposite to myself who couldn't even get past one vampire the last time I was in this blasted town

[divinecordelia]

Well, things aren't different. And just for the record? I missed you long before any of ... that happened.I frown as he swings his legs out of bed and says some weird little phrase that has never made any sense to me. Who cries over spilt milk? I mean really, wipe it up. I sit up a bit more and cross my legs, looking at my hands in my lap

[_wes_pryce_]

Angel, Angel, always Angel. That's what it always comes back to isn't it? What Angel wants. We took him back after he went...over the edge. Fired us, killed those lawyers, slept with Darla and god only knows what else the git did. But we forgave him didn't we

[divinecordelia]

I look at him as he joins me at the window, same look on his face of man are we fucked. I let out a sigh as he tries to tell me Faith is her own Slayer and won't listen to anyone.

"Well you better believe it when I say she's gonna start listening." I say dryly. "Someone's going to have to break through that thick skull of hers and let her know that Buffy being- Buffy being. Buffy being vamped affects us all and that we aren't going to feed her to Angelus like she thinks, is she that self loathing? I mean really come on, did prison do nothing for her?" I sit myself down on the chair beside the table and fiddle with the pack of smokes she'd left behind, I smirk, she wont be gone long without these. Unless she knocks off a minute mart or something, oh god why couldn't she just come back now?

"Is it for... is she really vamped Wesley?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as the word Marlboro flips right side up and upside down in my fingertips. "Maybe she staked him, maybe?"

[_wes_pryce_]

Faith? Listening? Good luck trying. "I'm sure she'll come around eventually, once she finds out that she can't take them alone." Good god, she wouldn't try that would she? Now I'm getting worried. Dammit, we need to work as a team, not get distracted with all our issues. And dear lord are there many issues here for all of us. Between me and Faith, Cordy and myself, Faith and Cordy. And we've yet to warn the others. Xander, Anya, Willow, Giles...Dawn

[divinecordelia]

The room whirls for a moment as he takes my hand and tells me that yes in fact Buffy is dead. I know Buffy and I were never the best of friends, spending that quality time in the woods during 'Slayer Fest' did nothing for us other than make us realize losers win the prom queen. She's gone though and despite our differences something feels empty. My attention fuzzes back on Wesley when he says something about Dawn

[_wes_pryce_]

"I'll...talk to Dawn in the morning. With Tara and all that has been going on I've no doubt she's somewhere safe." Buffy would have made certain of that first thing. The question only is where? "We need to call Xander as well. I'm certain he'll know where Dawn is. Perhaps he'd like to tell her. He knows her better then us." Maybe that's a bad plan or not, I don't know. She just needs to know

[divinecordelia]

Well, you're familiar with Sunnydale. Where could she have gone?He closes the door and we are outside, where Angelus is and for a fleeting moment I want to go back inside, but we've got to get to Faith. I start walking toward the older part of town, figuring she'd head for things familiar. I looked back at the motel as we rounded a corner, wondering how that wasn't familiar enough considering it was as dumpy as the motel she stayed at when she first got here

[_wes_pryce_]

I listen to her ramble on as I follow her through the town. I pause for a moment when she mentions where we're going. The Bronze? Bloody marvelous. "Just what I need. Loud music and a lot of horny teenager at one spot." Splendid. She has a point though. If I were a vampire I'd go there for a free meal. Obviously Faith might remember that.

"Yes, she should be fairly easy to spot," I agree, hiding the gun in my holster in my jacket. Walking inside I'm immediately assaulted by the loud music and the god awful stench of a far to crowded place. I hate crowds. "Why must this always be so bloody loud," I mutter, pushing my way past several people.

Reaching behind me I grab Cordelia's hand and pull her along. I'll not loose her in the bloody Bronze or anywhere else. "Let's go up there!" I yell at her. "We can see the place better!" Lord, this is just wonderful for my throat. "I hate this place...Oh! I'm sorry!" I reach out to steady a girl I bumped into.

[divinecordelia]

Wesley grabs my hand and he's dragging me through the Bronze, which right now is okay. All I need is to go poof in the Bronze because Angelus has his sick hands on me, or... Buffy. I swallow hard and follow him up the stairs to the second level, looking over the edge as he bumps into a girl and she gives him a dirty look.

"Just walk away, you'll lose this argument trust me." I say viciously to her, watching as she stomps off. "Do you see her Wesley? There are so many damn people down there. This place hasn't changed a lick, still vampire's snack treat heaven. Now I know why Buffy was always so insistant she went with us to this place, one time a football player nearly-" I stop as I look at him and he's giving me one of his looks so I shut up. My eyes scan the crowd.

[_wes_pryce_]

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