not in neptune anymore
Being an intern at Wolfram&Hart wasn't exactly the eye opening experience that Cordelia had insisted it was going to be; mostly I found myself running for coffee and dry-cleaning and wondering just how much of that coffee and dry-cleaning was actually evil. The menial day to day tasks were pretty much exactly that, and I was no closer to figuring out what had happened to my friends than I'd been since day one.
Not to mention the added bonus that if Lena Lehane caught even the slightest whiff of my identity, it'd be a particularly gruesome death for me. Frowning, I recalled the files she'd had me organize a few day prior - each one pertaining to somebody who'd crossed the company and the creative and painful scenario in which they'd met their doom.
But it didn't matter... or at least that's what I kept telling myself, anyway. My friends were God only knew where, and I didn't know what could be happening to them. Although it would've been nice if they'd dropped me an e-mail with the internet access that they so obviously had, I had to find them before I could storm off and give them the silent treatment. Or kick their asses and leave them there.
The latter idea came into being when I realized that pretty much everybody who'd been trapped on the island had made it home safely, and I still hadn't gotten word that they were back. Some friends, right?
Right, exactly.
This was why I was in the Wolfram&Hart offices long after hours, thoughts of the many torture rooms that my key card allowed me access to drifting through my mind, and various ideas of how to con my friends into them at the forefront of my thoughts.
I knew that there was something here. Whatever was going to bring my friends back, it was in this building. I glanced warily up at the security cameras mounted on the walls and straightened up, looking as if I belonged there.
Lena's office was, of course, locked tight and therefore useless, so I decided to start at the top. The very top. I slipped into the elevator and hit the key to the Penthouse, watching it light up, and immediately felt the sensation of zooming skyward. I'd never get used to these elevators. It was a good thing I didn't really have to. All I had to do was find my friends and get out.
I swiped a key card I'd nicked from security in front of the panel on the door. The room opened up before me and I found myself in the CEO's office. I slid my hands into a pair of latex gloves to prevent fingerprints, and glanced upward.
I wasn't going to need gloves. Screw gloves. In front of me - directly in front of me - there was a portal. Swirling, ominous, and looking exactly like every goddamn portal I'd ever seen in the movies. Obviously stepping into it wasn't an option, but...
Once again my friends, the torture devices, and the realization that Lena was going to kill me flashed through my mind. I took a deep breath, crossed my fingers, and stepped through.
It was a curious sensation, sort of like being sucked forward and flying in an airplane - minus the airplane - all at once, but almost as soon as it started, it was over, and I wasn't in the office anymore. I wasn't anywhere. Blinking, I glanced up at the trees that seemed to surround me on all sides, and I dusted off my jeans.
It was day here. Not night, like it had been in L.A. I looked at my phone to see if I was getting any cell reception, but there wasn't any - which led me to wonder. What the hell kind of place was this where you could get wifi but your cell didn't work?
Determinedly I started walking north - or at least forward from the place I'd landed, and decided was north. "Lilly?" I called out tentatively, my voice echoing against the trees. "Logan? Wallace?"
I kicked a coconut, frustrated already. "Where are you guys?" I shouted.
(Open to my stupid Neptune friends)
Not to mention the added bonus that if Lena Lehane caught even the slightest whiff of my identity, it'd be a particularly gruesome death for me. Frowning, I recalled the files she'd had me organize a few day prior - each one pertaining to somebody who'd crossed the company and the creative and painful scenario in which they'd met their doom.
But it didn't matter... or at least that's what I kept telling myself, anyway. My friends were God only knew where, and I didn't know what could be happening to them. Although it would've been nice if they'd dropped me an e-mail with the internet access that they so obviously had, I had to find them before I could storm off and give them the silent treatment. Or kick their asses and leave them there.
The latter idea came into being when I realized that pretty much everybody who'd been trapped on the island had made it home safely, and I still hadn't gotten word that they were back. Some friends, right?
Right, exactly.
This was why I was in the Wolfram&Hart offices long after hours, thoughts of the many torture rooms that my key card allowed me access to drifting through my mind, and various ideas of how to con my friends into them at the forefront of my thoughts.
I knew that there was something here. Whatever was going to bring my friends back, it was in this building. I glanced warily up at the security cameras mounted on the walls and straightened up, looking as if I belonged there.
Lena's office was, of course, locked tight and therefore useless, so I decided to start at the top. The very top. I slipped into the elevator and hit the key to the Penthouse, watching it light up, and immediately felt the sensation of zooming skyward. I'd never get used to these elevators. It was a good thing I didn't really have to. All I had to do was find my friends and get out.
I swiped a key card I'd nicked from security in front of the panel on the door. The room opened up before me and I found myself in the CEO's office. I slid my hands into a pair of latex gloves to prevent fingerprints, and glanced upward.
I wasn't going to need gloves. Screw gloves. In front of me - directly in front of me - there was a portal. Swirling, ominous, and looking exactly like every goddamn portal I'd ever seen in the movies. Obviously stepping into it wasn't an option, but...
Once again my friends, the torture devices, and the realization that Lena was going to kill me flashed through my mind. I took a deep breath, crossed my fingers, and stepped through.
It was a curious sensation, sort of like being sucked forward and flying in an airplane - minus the airplane - all at once, but almost as soon as it started, it was over, and I wasn't in the office anymore. I wasn't anywhere. Blinking, I glanced up at the trees that seemed to surround me on all sides, and I dusted off my jeans.
It was day here. Not night, like it had been in L.A. I looked at my phone to see if I was getting any cell reception, but there wasn't any - which led me to wonder. What the hell kind of place was this where you could get wifi but your cell didn't work?
Determinedly I started walking north - or at least forward from the place I'd landed, and decided was north. "Lilly?" I called out tentatively, my voice echoing against the trees. "Logan? Wallace?"
I kicked a coconut, frustrated already. "Where are you guys?" I shouted.
(Open to my stupid Neptune friends)