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]

Okay. What the FUCKING HELL were we supposed to do now? Hadn't we just had the little chat earlier about how we all needed to be on the same page with this? Obviously, we WEREN'T all on the same page but jesus christ couldn't they actually TRY!?

Fuck the both of them.

Harry started off in the opposite direction that Faith happened to go in and okay. Haha, right. Were they fucking kidding? Who were the children and who were the goddamn parents?!

Honestly if I just did what I wanted to do, I'd stay put right here and let them both have their tantrums for a while. God. We couldn't go a full twenty-four hours without wanting to kill each other and then doing a 180 and cry on the fucking beach.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I tried to calm down at least a little bit before I took off in the jungle after Harry. At least Faith was heading back towards the beach and we could find her there. Harry was wandering deeper into the woods and for all I knew was going to hand himself over to one of the evil dead parents on this fucking island. When I caught up to him, I grabbed him by his arm and slammed him into a tree then quickly threw out a punch sending him to the ground.

"Get up." Okay, so I hadn't exactly calmed down.

[ny_city_boy]

I hit the tree with a thud and then I had his fist connecting with my jaw. No sooner had I hit the ground and he was standing over me demanding I get up. What the fuck?

"She started it," I said in a sullen tone as I got to my feet and ducked when he swung at me again. Ok see I was learning. Duck every time I opened my mouth. Got it.

"Fuck her and her stupid plans. She's probably running off with Connor since he's the one she trusts anyway. Like it's my fault her father is a demon and our parents sold us out. I didn't see you guys come back with any more information than I did when you saw him."

And that would be me back on the ground again. Guess I forgot to duck when I was ranting. I lashed my foot out angrily and managed to make him stumble as I got to my feet and slammed him into a tree.

"I'm sick of her blaming me for everything she fucked up in her life. I'm already carrying my own shit."

With that, I stumbled back when he hit me. When I picked myself off the ground I didn't bother looking at him as I turned and started striding back to the beach. Fuck this. I'd swim back. I'm over this fucking island.

[mr_angel]

What was this exactly? I'd hit him, he'd bitch about something, I'd hit him again, he'd bitch again. He just kept going on and on about where to put the blame, fuck Faith, she started it.

...... Yeah, OKAY.

We all were carrying our own shit. Just a part of what made us so fucking special. Stick a quarter in us and we'll give you a top ten list of our problems.

The last time I knocked him down, he was up and didn't even look at me. He was walking off again in the opposite direction. Well. Was he going back to the beach? That was the point in going after him, but I hadn't really expected him to throw a bitch fit again and storm off.

Of course I wasn't exactly surprised, but whatever the fuck works I'll fucking take it right now.

Shaking my head, I stayed a good distance behind as I followed him back to the beach.

[neverbeenfree]

I was fuming as I walked away from the two of them. Well, Angel. Harry had already run off into the jungle to have a temper tantrum cause that was such a fucking good idea. Yes, send the guy who comes back with no answers and punches like a girl out into the jungle to figure shit out. Brilliant! And when Tweedledumber took off after him I rolled my eyes.

Maybe they'd run back off to play hide and go seek in the jungle. Because that was really fucking HELPING. Sure, run off into the jungle and leave me out here to deal with everything. That was the name of this game on the island. And they wondered why I couldn't go longer than two minutes without hating their guts.

Hey, I told you I was fuming.

God, I was so sick and tired of fighting with them. This should be easy in theory but it's not, and I got so much shit runnin' around in my brain that it makes everything wicked confusing. And I'm feeling that fire again and I know that alot of it has to do with the fact that I haven't actually staked anything in a long time. I'm itchin' all over, ya know? And I felt left out of...something, alot of somethings. And I hate that feeling, it makes me crazy like pissed. Tryin' to pretend that I'm not.

Once I stepped back out onto the beach I figured I'd grab Connor and we'd get B or Nicole or someone to watch the kids before gearing up and heading out. If anybody was gonna do it, it would be the two of us. It had been stupid not to just go to him in the first place.

"Hey," I nodded at him before turning my attention back to the kids who were sitting nearby and....."What the hell are you feeding them while I'm gone."

[not_a_prophecy]

Mommy and Angel had gone off into the woods and left us with Connor. I liked Connor but why could they go in the woods when Daddy said we couldn't? I'd ask him later.

Me and Lexi really wanted to go back into the water, but Connor kept saying we had to stay on the sand. That was fun sometimes, but playing in the water was better than building sandcastles even though I could build really good ones now that Daddy showed me how.

We were busy making another castle when I looked up to see Mommy coming out of the woods. Where'd Angel go? Oh well.

Smiling big at her, I finished off part of the castle I was working on and then got up to walk over to her. I took her hand in mine and looked up. "Where's Daddy?"

[osborn_heiress]

Mom came out of the woods and Tyler bounded up out of the sand and ran over to her. I rolled my eyes at him, he's so lame sometimes. But he's fun too and he builds good sandcastles which is good. I tried to get him to go swimming with me even though Connor said no but he was totally wimpy and wouldn't do it. One of these days I'm going to convince him to do something bad, you just wait and see.

"Daddy's....he went for a walk. He'll be back soon." I heard Mom tell Tyler when he asked. Where was Daddy? I wanted him to come back and play with us. They're always running off into the woods, but they won't let us go in there. That's not fair. I wanna play in there too, don't see why we can't.

Standing up from the stand I walked over to Mommy, Tyler and Connor and looked up at her. She had such pretty hair, I have pretty hair too. I think. When I saw myself in the water it was pretty.

"You were gone for a really long time." I pointed out, staring up at her.