I'm goin' back to Hell-A

[_badass_slayer_]

After Sunndy-D became a great big hole in the ground, Robin and I decided to go on a little roadtrip. We ended up in Cleveland, and even though things were pretty chill between us, somethin' was missin'. Sure, he was hot and all, and yeah, he and I had some wicked juicy sex, but it didn't feel right. So, after a few months of tryin' the whole '

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[gfs_wesleypryce]

Leaving them to get on with it, I head out of the lab.

I make my way down to the reception area, which is now completely empty. Harmony appears to have gone home for the night, and the light is off in Angel's office, which means he's no doubt up in his penthouse suite. Spike has swanned off to wherever he goes when he's not hanging around.

So I'm alone. Again. After finally tasting a bit of the happiness I had dreamt of for so long, I see it slipping away because of some bloody accident. And myself. What a laugh. Of all the men I had to compete with for Fred's affections over the years, I never thought that I would end up losing out to myself. Not that he's me anymore. Or I'm him. Or we're each other...

I wonder if this is giving him as big a headache as it's giving me.

Heading into my--our office, I drop into the chair behind the desk and close my eyes.

[_badass_slayer_]

I hop off the bus and saunter into the W & H building. I get lots of looks from the demons I pass on my way through the lobby. Guess they've never seen a Slayer before.

Don't see anyone I know around, but a light comin' from one of the offices catches my eye, so I push the door open and walk inside. And there he is, all kicked back in his sweet leather chair snoozin'. I smile perks my lips as I move over to him.

"Wes? Guess who?"

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"Wes? Guess who?"

I was so caught up in my own thoughts, thinking about the possible long-term ramifications of what had happened - if there was a long-term, of course - that I didn't hear the dear open or the person walking across the office. Until she was practically on top of me and speaking to me.

Opening my eyes, I sit up in surprise. "Faith. Ummm...it's, uh...you're..." I stop for a moment to gather my thoughts. Usually nothing like this would take me off guard - certainly not the unexpected arrival of the Prodigal Slayer, but she hasn't exactly show up at the best of times. In fact... "What are doing here? I was under the impression none of the reconstituted Council or those affiliated wanted anything to do with our firm here."

[_badass_slayer_]

My grin turns into a full-blown smile when his eyes open. Love those blue eyes; they're so intense.

"Faith. Ummm...it's, uh...you're..."

Love it when he stammers, too. This man is so easy to rattle.

"What are doing here? I was under the impression none of the reconstituted Council or those affiliated wanted anything to do with our firm here."Leanin' a hip against his desk, I say, "That whole Angel-and-his-crew-are-evil thing? Nah, didn't buy it for a sec. Jeeves told me all about it while I was in Cleveland, but I knew better. Pure B.S., that's what I told him. 'Sides, just cuz he's Head Honcho of the new White Hats, doesn't mean I'm just gonna fall in line with the Scoobies and shit. I do my own thing. Always have, always will

[gfs_wesleypryce]

"Fuck, yeah, I'm game! Let's go raid the mini."

I find myself chuckling as I push myself out of the chair. That's certainly Faith for you. At least something is normal in all this, however normal you can consider Faith and myself raiding Lorne's alchohol stock in the middle of the night. Anything to keep myself occupied, I suppose.

I allow her to proceed me out the door and then head upstairs with her to Lorne's office. Tucked away in the corner is his bar, a highly polished wood cabinet with a fold-down table-door. I cross over and open it up to find that I was right - he has several different spirits to suit all kinds of tastes.

"What would you like?" I ask. And then I throw in because I think she'd appreciate it, "Pick your poison."

[_badass_slayer_]

He's laughin'. That's a good sign. It's good to hear him laugh.

Wes lets me go out the door, first, which reminds me of how I took over when we were fightin' together. He didn't give me any shit at all about yellin' out orders and everythin'. That really meant somethin' to me. Not that I'd tell him, though.

"Daaaaamn. Nice digs!" I say, admiring the sweet collection of alcohol that demon guy Lorne has stashed in the bar.

"What would you like?", Wes asks me, slidin' in behind the counter. "Pick your poison."

I smirk at his little throw-in. Walkin' over to bar, I jump ontop of the counter and swing my legs around to face him. "How about you surprise, Mr. Bartender?"

[gfs_wesleypryce]

"How about you surprise, Mr. Bartender?"

Raising my eyebrow, I look at her sitting up on the counter and give her a smirk. "You do realize that you might be taking your life into your own hands. After all, you don't know what kind of drinks I know how to mix."

I turn my attention to the bottles before me and chuckle when I see the Pimms sitting in amongst the collection. I check to see what mixers he has and find a bottle of Sprite - close enough to British lemonade. Grabbing two pint-sized glasses, I set about mixing the drinks and then hand one over to her. I really just want to see her reaction to this.

"Cheers," I say, raising my glass.

[_badass_slayer_]

Fuckin' A, man. I don't know which is sexier--the brow or the smirk, cuz both are way hot on Wes. And, yes, I do mean hot.

"You do realize that you might be taking your life into your own hands. After all, you don't know what kind of drinks I know how to mix."

"What can I say? I love to live on the edge," I say, playin' along.

Wes starts mixin' shit together. With Sprite? The fuck is he up to? And where did he learn to mix drinks, anyway?

He takes two glasses, fills them and passes me mine.

"Cheers..."

I clink my glass against his and say, "Cheers," right back at him before chuggin' whatever the hell he just made. As soon as it's down, I start coughin'. Fuck. "Dude, let me bartend," I tell him, hoppin' off the counter. "Step aside. Let me show you what a pro can do."

I quickly throw together a Screwdriver. I'm sure he's at least heard of it, so I figured I'd start slow and work up to the really good stuff.

Handin' it to Wes, I nod my head for him to try it.

[_badass_slayer_]

Wes is all sprawled out on the wicked lookin' red sofa, ramblin' about this and that. I know I'm supposed to be listenin' to what he's sayin', but I can't stop starin' at his long legs. Okay, and maybe what's in between his legs, too.

"...And they assign psychotic little wus--weasels to work with your gi--with your friend, and he screws things up. First the party. Then the expertiment."

"Psychotic weasels, huh? Sounds fun." I stagger over to the couch, ploppin' my ass down next to him. Since we've just about cleaned out the bar, we can yammer all night 'til we pass out.

"You know what? This scotch is bloody lovely."

Oh, yeah. And, I definitely should get Wes drunk more often. I'm sayin' this like I'm stayin' or somethin'. Am I gonna stay? I was plannin' on droppin' in, gettin' my freak on, makin' sure things are five by five with Wes and me, and takin' off...to wherever. But, now? I'm not sure what to do.

"So...your turn. What's it like working for the new Council? Being a Slayer among many?""Well, first of all. I

[gfs_wesleypryce]

So Faith doesn't consider herself part of the recos--reconstu--the new Council. Intresting. And the idea of her playing the "good girlfriend" makes me snort into my scotch. Definitely not her. Besides, makes me think of my mum and how she's always the "good wife" to father dearest because it's expected, not because she wants to be anymore.

That seems to have sobered me up a little. Father always was like a splash of cold water on the face. I take another deep draught of the scotch and the lovely buzz returns.

"Is everythin' cool with you?"

"Cool?" I look over at her. "I thought they were and then..."

Just tell her! She's going to find out sometime if she sticks around.

"They were. 'Til 'foresaid weasel caused an accident earlier. Now I'm twice the man I used to be!" Raising my glass, I drink again.

[_badass_slayer_]

Wes takes another swig of his Scotch, before answerin' my question.

"Cool? I thought they were and then..."

I nod my head, encouragin' him to continue.

"They were. 'Til 'foresaid weasel caused an accident earlier. Now I'm twice the man I used to be!"

I try to decipher what he says, but it's just not clickin' in place. "Twice the man? Sorry, Boss. You lost me. What accident? Were you hurt?"

He didn't look hurt, though. Then again, maybe it isn't the kind of hurt you see on the surface. Okay, now, I'm worried. What the fuck has been goin' on around here?

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"Sorry, Boss. You lost me. What accident? Were you hurt?"

"Hurt?" For some reason, this strikes me as hysterically funny, and I start giggling into my drink. "Hurt...hurt...hurt. I guess not physicalaly, but it's enough. And now she has him, and I'm here, and I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going or who I am."

I feel the laughter leave when I say those words as though it's been sucked right out of me. Poof. Gone. Bye-bye, as Cordy used to say. Bye-bye.

I look over at Faith, finding her leaning toward me, concern in her eyes. Faith concerned. About me. I never thought...never thought...not about her, sitting there like this.

And suddenly, I realize that I'm leaning in closer to her too.

[_hot_wesley_]

Fred and I head out to find my twin, however, as we're passing by Lorne's office, we overhear him talking to someone. It isn't until we're at the door that we realize who--my twin. And, Good Lord, it that...Faith? What's she doing here?

I imagine my face resembles Fred's at the moment, because we can't believe our eyes.

"Faith, what are you doing here?"

And, here I thought this day couldn't get any more strange.

[_badass_slayer_]

Wes starts glarin' at me, which makes me smirk. But before he can say anything in his defense, that Fred chic pokes her head in, followed by...

What the fuck?!

Wesley?

"Faith, what are you doing here?"

I jolt away from Wes, or who I thought was Wes. "What is this? Is this some weird demon impersonation thing?" I ask, attemptin' not to freak out too much. Which isn't gonna work, seein' as I just slept with the guy!

Lorne, on the other hand, has his jaw on the ground, glancin' from the Wes at the door to the Wes infront of him. "Fredikins...Wes. WES! But, you're...already here? Oh boy, I need a drink."

[gfs_wesleypryce]

"What is this? Is this some weird demon impersonation thing?"

My heart sinks when she pulls away from me, asking that. I knew it was coming; I knew it would happen when she found out. But for it to actually happen cuts more that I thought because it's just one more rejection to add to the pile.

"I'm not a demon," I tell her. "I am Wesley. Just not..."

How am I supposed to explain this? How?

[sciencegrl_fred]

"Fredikins...Wes. WES! But, you're...already here? Oh boy, I need a drink."

As Lorne goes to pour himself a drink - his bar looks like it's been hit by a cyclone - I try to explain what's going, both for him and for Faith, who looks like she's barely managing to keep from going off.

"There was...an accident last night in the lab. Thanks to Knox." I go on to explain what had occurred, about how the mirrors appear to have created a mirror image twin of Wesley. "The analysis is still being run on the samples, but I'm pretty sure they'll tell us what we already now. This is Wesley right down to the last memory. Just slightly different physically."

When I finish, I look from Faith to the second Wesley to Lorne to my Wesley. "I take it we missed something before we walked in?"

Way to go, Fred - state the obvious. Somehow, I wonder if we really want to know given how jumpy everyone seems to be.

[sciencegrl_fred]

Faith's obviously really protective of the second Wesley. When he asks whether he's stuck here, she moves closer to him and calls him Slim. Now I'm really wondering what happened while we were down in the lab because given the way Lorne's acting, it's gotta have been more than just them having raided his stash.

Before I can answer his question, though, she throws out one of her own. "Wants some help kickin' this Knox guy's ass?""Heck yes!" I say before I glance back at my Wesley over my shoulder and think better of my outburst. Yeah, I admit it, I'm severely pissed off at Knox - he endangered the man I love and created a mess that I have no clue how I'm even going to begin to clean up, especially considering that it involves the feelings of two living breathing men now. And Faith, from the looks of it

[_badass_slayer_]

"Heck yes!"

Damn, this Fred chic's all right, yo. I like her style. Girl's ready to kick some ass. Sweet.

Then, Lorne jumps in with a wicked cool idea. I hold the rat bastard down while Green guy, here, makes him sing. I remember Wes tellin' me about his ability to read people's destinies or whatever, when we spanked Angelus. Works for me.

"I'm game. Let's do this."

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