Here we go again...

[neverbeenfree]

Slayers aren't supposed to need much sleep. Least that was the shit my first watcher used to dish out when I'd complain about goin' for a run at six a.m. every damn morning. You're not supposed to need as much sleep or food or water as your regular Joe Schmo. Which, to be fair comes in handy when you're...say, trapped underground with a bunch of

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[mr_angel]

It was like everytime we told ourselves that we weren't going back into the jungle, someone just found out a way to have us come back in here. I mean, really. How many more times did they want us in here and what else would they throw at us to have us follow into the jungle.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I listened as he started to tell what the two of them talked about. Prophecies, histories, and wait hold the fuck up.

"What?" Something went wrong? Okay, I'd been doing this.. for a while now. I think I knew how to turn someone. Okay, so Harry still had a soul, but that wasn't because of me! Not that it was, you know,.. a bad thing of course.

"You both share a soul?" How was that even possible. Frowning, I shook my head. Darla and Connor shared a soul when she was pregnant, but that was different. It was the same soul and she would've lost it when he was born. Not gained half and him lose the other half.

"So, instead of you dying and being handed over to Wolfram and Hart, the soul was split." Again. How? "What does that mean now? And why do you say we have to 'fix it'?" Was 'fixing it' even an option.

[neverbeenfree]

My concentration had totally left the knife now and I was entirely focused on this trainwreck in front of me. Not Harry specifically (although the term still applied if you asked me) but what he was saying. Wait. What? I shook my head tryin' to keep up with what he was saying. Lexi was supposed to huh? I glanced up at Angel wondering if this made any sense to him cause this was way more up his alley.

Share a soul? How the hell was that even possible? And why did Lexi need Harry's soul? Wasn't she just born with one like everyone else? And what about Tyler? God, what was going on? I was so fucking tired of that word, soul. It was almost as bad as destiny. And I had the feeling that went hand in hand with the prophecy part.

"What?" I said quietly but neither one of them seemed to be really payin' attention to me. Yeah, okay let the boys talk it out I don't fucking think so. "Wait." I said again, tryin' to figure it out in my head. Except there wasn't really anything to figure out and this was my fucking daughter we were talking about.

"Stop. What the fuck does that mean? You were supposed to be handed over to Wolfram and Hart, like my mom? And how the hell can anyone share a soul? Where the fuck is Lexi's? Why did she need yours? What were they gonna do to you? What's the prophecy? What's gonna happen?"

I stopped realizing I'd just fired off a dozen questions in a row. Why wouldn't anyone answer them? God, I just need answers.

[ny_city_boy]

"I don't know. I guess...I guess I was supposed to die and be turned over to Wolfram and Hart and in exchange my soul went to our daughter. But when I was turned, something happened and the soul split between us. I have no idea how it happened, but from what I understand it's connected between us. James said that he wasn't sure what would happen if I staked myself. That there was no guarantee Alexia would get it or if it..." I shrugged because he didn't clarify and I wasn't sure if he was trying to say if something happened to me then something could happen to our daughter too.

"We need to find out if there is a way to give her what she was supposed to have. It's just, I don't know if turning me over to Wolfram and Hart is really going to benefit either of the kids."

I turned suddenly and slammed my fist into the tree so hard that the sound echoed. This was so fucked up. Why didn't our daughter have her own soul? Why did one child have one and the other was supposed to have mine?

"I don't know what they want with me, Faith. Just that my father used me as his ticket to a contract with them. You and me, we were destined to create the kids. He said it wasn't a chance meeting on the internet." Well fuck why not give her all the good news. "Oh, and we're still married. The annulment didn't go through because they presumed we died so everything was canceled."

[mr_angel]

Faith started asking questions and I just stood there. Did they expect answers because I'm pretty sure none of us had them right now. At least not ones that made any sense or solved anything.

"The kids were the prophecy, right? I mean.. you both were used by Wolfram and Hart by your parents. But why just her? Why only one of them? If anything, why aren't the two of them sharing halves of your soul?"

Shaking my head, I tried to think this through. Where was Wesley and his books when we needed him? Fuck. And what exactly did Harry mean by doing something about it? Stake himself? Yeah no. Especially not for him to become 'property' of Wolfram and Hart c/o Norman Osborn.

"Tyler has his own soul, right? Why?" Hadn't Doyle said something about a balance? What the fuck did that even mean anyway? "What makes him different from Lexi? I mean.. alright, Doyle mentioned something about a balance. There was the thing about turning you, but he didn't exactly go into a lot of detail either. Lexi is the one who shares your soul and was supposed to get it when you died. Would he have had his no matter what? Why? Do you think the Partners even knew about him?"

[neverbeenfree]

I just stared at the two of them because honestly this was all lost on me and Harry's emotions were running so hard it only made him harder to follow. So what? Maybe I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box but I'm not just gonna sit around and let something bad happen...Did the bad thing already happen? It couldn't be good that Lexi wasn't born with a soul. And why didn't she have mine? I gave birth to her. Did I even have one? It's not like you can see a soul. What if I don't have one? What if Tyler didn't have one? Maybe Lexi was the freak of the family cause she actually had a part of one.

My brain was spinning like a load of laundry and all I could fucking do was stare at Harry as he punched a tree, Angel's voice dimly in the background of my thoughts. All of it was droning into my ear from the end of a long tunnel and somewhere in there I heard that I was still married.

Still married? God, after everything we went through to get that taken care of. Had Harry ever even filed the papers? For all I knew, he hadn't, he'd seemed pretty intent on hanging onto me. God knows why, I'm the worst wife there ever was.

Blocking everything else out I just took a step towards Harry and looked at him curiously for a minute. He was watching me too and I wondered if I was freaking him out.

"What happens if you die?" I asked him calmly. Would Lexi get the other half of the soul? Or would it go to Tyler? Did he not have one? Pulling the stake out of the back of my waistband I just watched him, not makin' any sudden movements but I swear to God if they came near me I would. I wasn't threatening him, I just wanted to know. I'd do it if I had to though. No doubt about it.

[ny_city_boy]

"Are you not paying attention?" I snapped at her, frustrated that once again there was a slayer that I loved who wanted to kill me. Where the fuck were all these volunteers back when I wanted to die?

"Your father said he wasn't sure what would happen if I died. If it would hurt or help, Lexi. Until we know how about you put the fucking stake down and chill out."

God, I was so over this shit. Talk about the in-laws from hell, literally. Folding my arms across my chest, I tilted my chin up at her basically daring her to do it.

"Whatever, Faith, do it, don't do it, I don't give a flying fuck. Apparently they will just bring me back and then you can bitch and moan about how I'm evil or belong to the evil law firm or whatever the hell you want to make my fault this week."

[mr_angel]

My eyes widened when I saw Faith just step forward, reach for her stake, and ask Harry what would happen to him if he died. And Harry with the look on his face, daring her to go through with it.

"Alright, stop it. God. Put the fucking stake down, Faith, and think about it. Killing Harry now isn't going to solve anything. For all we know, it might make things worse."

I took a small step towards the both of them and stared at Faith. "What happens if you kill him and something happens to Lexi? We have to know more about what the fuck is going on and not just go around staking him because it might make things better."

Turning on Harry, I narrowed my eyes for him. First he carves a stake for his sister and now he's practically daring Faith to stake him. Jesus. "Stop letting them do this. They wanted Harry dead. Guess what, didn't happen. At least not in the way they wanted. We got one step ahead of them. Let's fucking keep it that way alright?!"

[neverbeenfree]

I narrowed my eyes at Harry. Bitch and moan? Did he wanna see bitch and moan? Cause I usually do that with my fists. And it wasn't my fault that everything was...his fault. He made it that way! Except if everything really was pre-planned that meant that he didn't do anything and I didn't do anything. The kids were nothing and we don't even exist. Just pawns in a big old chess game.

I turned my eyes towards Angel and I knew he was right. For all I knew, staking Harry would just make things worse. Wait. How could things possibly get worse? Shit. Now do I wait to see if I get struck by lightning or maybe eaten by a polar bear? It was just a question, god vamps get so uptight when a slayer pulls her stake out. Huh. No wonder things were fucked up, just look at us. I'm a vampire killer standing in the jungle with two vampires not staking them.

"Letting who do what?" I shook my head as I focused on Angel and finally put the stake back into my waistband. Yeah, so what? I carry a stake even on a desert island. Habits are hard to break and you'd be surprised how many things you can kill with one of those. "Make up your mind, Angel. Is he the good guy or the bad guy? Can we trust that any of this is even true or not? Fuck you. It's not good enough."

I turned and looked back at Harry. Why didn't he find out more? He wants to break his no talking to dead parents rule? Why couldn't I?

"This is bullshit. You're watchin' the kids tonight, honey. I got places to be. You and your girlfriend can play house."

With that I turned around towards the beach and started walking back to find Connor. Me and him had some stuff to take care of.

[ny_city_boy]

"Fuck you." I said, and ok fine I was over it. Seriously over it. She wanted to run off and do something stupid? Fine. We could do it together.

"The kids already have a sitter, sweetheart, so let's go into the jungle and send out the evil parent signal. Maybe we'll luck out and they will all show up at once. Family fucking reunion on Gilligan's Island."

With that, I took off into the jungle. She and Angel could follow me or do whatever, but I was sick of being jerked around by my wife and her manic fucking mood swings.

God, what the hell were our kids going to be like? Faith and I were the poster children for 'take lithium please'. Maybe the scientists could place a call to one of our parents or you know with my luck they were probably already predicting the reunion and just waiting for us to arrive.

"Osborns don't divorce. Stupid family tradition," I hissed under my breath, not paying attention if they were following me or not. Maybe I'd finally meet a polar bear. That would pretty much complete my stay on this island from hell.