I'm goin' back to Hell-A

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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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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 don't work for the 'new Council'; not really, anyway. Jeeves has plenty on his plate, without addin' me to the mix. 'Sides, I hit it off with this guy I met, fightin' The First. Name's Robin Wood. He was cool, we knocked boots, and once Sunny-D was no more? We went East, to Cleveland. I did all right. Trained a few baby Slayers and shit. Robin and I, though? Didn't work out. He tried fuckin' hard to turn me into 'a good girlfriend', but whatev. Not my game."

Damn. I'm super chatty, wasted. And, unlike, Ramble Boy, here, I can hold my liquor. It's the walkin' thing that sucks wicked bad. Good thing we're both sittin'.

Wes looks like he's about two seconds away from conkin' out. I wonder what was goin' on that upset him so much, right before I dropped in. Leanin' my head against the cushions, I ask, "Is everythin' cool with you?" Have a big urge to pound of whoever or whatever's got him buggin'. Started gettin' that feelin' when Angelus grabbed Wes outside the hotel. No one is to hurt Wes ever again.

Fuck knows, I did enough damage to last him ten lifetimes.

Why the hell am I thinkin' about this shit, now? Why am I dwellin' on the past? I want to move forward, right? That's what I had planned, anyhow. But, sittin' here...talkin' with him like this? Makes me worry. Sure, the drinkin' and chattin' is sweet, but he seems lost.

Like I used to feel.

Lickin' my lips, I chug my last drink to forget.

[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.

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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?

[gfs_wesleypryce]

"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.

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Dude, the fuck? Wes is gigglin' into his drink. If I had known he was this much fun to get drunk, I would've done it years ago.

"...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 translate around the drunken slurrin' of words, that Wes is pretty fuckin' bad off, then suddenly, I begin to lean toward him. And this is definitely not a sway, we're talkin' about, here. It's like a goddamn magnet pushin' us together, or some shit like that.

"I know who you are. Always have. Maybe, you just need a little reminder," I whisper, usin' my best husky voice. Bridgin' the gap between us, I hesitate for a sec, lookin' into his eyes to make sure this is what he was goin' for, too. When I don't get an objection, I shift closer on the couch until our arms are touchin'.

Pressin' my full lips to his, I can taste the Scotch he's been drinkin'. I lick across his bottom lip, grinnin' in appreciation, and mumblin', "Nice", under my breath, before divin' in with everythin' I have.

The kiss quickly intensifies, and I decide to change my position. I spin to the side, never once lettin' go of his lips, flippin' one of my legs over, then the other, until I'm straddlin' his lap.

Much better. Now, we're in business.

Grabbin' both sides of his face, I plunder his mouth, startin' a rockin' motion with my hips. Pullin' out of the kiss, I tug on his hair to get his head restin' against the back on the couch, so I can drag my tongue down his throat, workin' over his Adam's Apple and that fuck-a-licious scar. Untanglin' my fingers from his hair, I lean back to yank the black turtleneck up his chest. Dippin' my head down, I lick and nip at his nipples, draggin' my fingernails across the muscles I feel jumpin' beneath my touch.

Dude, Wes is cut, yo. Like, seriously cut. Shit. I need him inside me. NOW.

Reachin' for the zipper to his jeans, I tug, but the stubborn fucker won't budge. In my hast to get him naked, I lose my balance, and the next thing I know, we're a tangle of arms and legs on the floor.

Who the fuck cares, that I just made a total ass of myself? In this position? I'll have him de-clothed in a blink of an eye. Crawlin' up his body, I kiss him, before askin', "Are you okay?"

He could've hit his head or somethin'. And as horny as I am, right now? His well-being comes first.

Fuck, what did Robin do to me, man? I'm all Concerned Girl, now.

[gfs_wesleypryce]

"Are you okay?"

My eyes focus on her in the dim light as I try to recall how we got here. We were on the couch then she started kissing me...and damn me if I didn't kiss her back. Next thing I knew, my jumper was gone, and here we are, on the floor.

I know that since I'm not him, I'm never going to get her, and I actually rather like Faith. She's so different than when I--when she was in Sunnydale.

"M'all right," I tell her, highly aware of the way she's rubbing against me. The buzz of the alchohol adds a rather nice feeling to all this.

A moment later, we're snogging again, her tongue darting into my mouth, mine into hers. Somehow, I manage to pull her white tank top off her. It gets caught around my hand when I try to flick it away, so she grabs it and tosses it away before finally undoing my jeans and dragging them down my legs. My head is spinning, but I'm not sure whether it's just the alcohol anymore.

My fingers fumble with the zipper on her jeans, so she helps me, kicking them off and coming to rest over me. Before I know it, she's settling herself onto me, and I groan as I slid inside.

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Wes mumbles that he's okay, so I attack his mouth again while his fingers get busy undressin' me. I hold back a giggle when my tank becomes hung around his hand. Finally, I grab it, toss it aside, and slink down to the bulge in his jeans. Once I have them undone, I drag 'em off him, before he unzips my own, allowin' me to kick the jeans away, to rest above him again.

Damn, he's got a nice package. But, I can admire that later. Right now? I need me some sex. Wicked bad.

I settle on him, and both of us groan when he slides into me. Hummin' in the back of my throat, I build up a rhythm of thrusts. I push forward, clinchin' my muscles around his shaft, keepin' that goin' 'til I feel that sweet tingle risin'. Pumpin' fast and hard, I bear down on him as tight as I can, my eyes rollin' into my head, a scream lodgin' itself in my throat. Wes comes like a freight train a few seconds after me. Leanin' down, I brush my boobs across his chest, capturin' his lips in a hot kiss.

I hear somethin' in the office, but whatev, I'm busy. If someone needs Wes, they're gonna have to wait in line, yo.

"Great Jiminy Crickets!"

Looks like we got company.

Raisin' up, I smirk at the green guy standin' in the doorway. "Hey. Wassup?"

"Faith! What are you...how did you..."

"Nice and slow, big guy. Might want to take a breath," I say, wrigglin' ontop of Wes, lovin' the muffled moan he makes at my gyrations.

Lorne walks further into the room--but not far enough to see Wes yet. Kinda glad there's a big-ass coffee table in front of us. "Okay. Let's try this again, shall we? What are you doin' here? And why are you on my floor, naked as a jay bird?"

Pumpin' my hips a few more times, I put a hand over Wes' mouth so he doesn't blow our cover, before answerin'. "Y'know. Hangin' out. Checkin' out the new digs."

He glances down at the scattered bottles everywhere. "Raiding my bar?"

"I felt a little parched."

"Uh-huh. And your lack of clothing?"

"Makes me more comfortable. Didn't figure anyone would mind."

He moves closer, and this time, he notices the Brit beneath me.

"Wes! But, I thought...and you and Fred were...," he sighs, rubbin' a hand over his face, then continues. "Will someone please tell me what's going on here?!"

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I think coherent thought left me the moment she started moving. It had been a while since I had been with someone - almost a year in fact, and the feel of her around me coupled with the alcohol sent me into a practical stupor, especially once I came.

She's kissing me when I hear that familiar voice, the effects of the alcohol practically disappating in a moment of shock at being caught. Faith is handling the situation with her usual...aplomb until Lorne steps around the coffee table that's been hiding me.

Bloody hell.

Wes! But, I thought...and you and Fred were... Will someone please tell me what's going on here?!"

"Uh, Lorne, it's not what you think," I try to explain. Then I look at Faith, who's still sitting on me, naked as anything. How did I get myself into this particular mess again? "I take that back. It is what you think, but you don't understand. I'm not...you see, Fred is..."

I want to find a hole, any hole, that I can crawl in and just die. Although Faith may take care of that for me when she hears the truth, especially after what just happened.

"I'm not the real Wesley," I finally say, my voice still a bit thick with the after-effects of the drinking though my brain fog, as Fred would put it, has cleared considerably. "I mean, I am Wesley, I think, but I'm not the original one. There was an accident in the lab last night. And then I was here. The real Wesley is down in the lab with Fred trying to figure out what happened. I...I'm not sure how I got into this position."

That sounds lame, even to me. Once again...bloody hell.

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Wes is tryin' wicked hard to explain our 'situation' to Lorne, but he's not gettin' very far. With the mass amounts of alcohol and all, I'm surprised he's even coherent.

"I'm not the real Wesley..."

Whahuh?

"I mean, I am Wesley, I think, but I'm not the original one. There was an accident in the lab last night. And then I was here. The real Wesley is down in the lab with Fred trying to figure out what happened. I...I'm not sure how I got into this position."

Jumpin' off him, I grab my tank and jeans from our pile of clothes. I don't get all weird and shit after fuckin' someone, but this is awkward as hell! I feel wicked exposed right now, and that's not jivin' well with me. So bein' naked? Not of the good.

"What the fuck are you talkin' about, Wes? Of course, you're you. You're just drunk; that's all. You don't know what you're sayin'."

"You're delirious, Muffin. How about you get dressed while I fix you some tea."

Helpin' Wes up, I hand him one of the cushions off the couch to 'cover' himself as I search for his clothes. "Listen to the Green Guy. Tea always makes you Brits happy, right? We'll get you all sobered up, and then, we can talk."

He throws everything on before shufflin' over to the bar.

"Dare I ask about you and the little Firecracker, here?" Lorne asks with a raised brow, fixin' Wes his tea.

"Yeah, Muffin. What about us?"

What can I say? I love teasin' the man. And, anyway, he's just buggin'. All that stuff about him not bein', well, him? Total BS, yo. I know Wes when I see him, and this is definitely Wes.

[sciencegrl_fred]

Wesley manages to calm me down even though I want to go find Knox and pummel him for what he's done. Here I trusted him, and look what he's done. I can't believe that I ever had any sort of interest in him, that I actually thought he was a good guy and went out with him a coupe of times.

I take a few breaths when Wesley suggests we instead go to find the other Wesley, his twin. By the time we find him, the DNA test results should be back, so we can discuss everything and figure out where we're going from here.

"Okay," I say with a nod and turn back to the computer to turn off the player just as the camera shows the power coming back on in the lab. As it does, a bright light appears where Wesley had been standing in the middle of the mirrors, coalescing into the second Wesley. He looks so lost before he disappears, heading for my office one of the other camera show.

Stupid, bloody, idiotic Knox.

Bloody. I've been around Wesley too long. Not that I mind, really.

Sighing, I turn off the player, then turn around and take Wesley's hand as we head out of the office for the reception area. However, as we pass Lorne's office, we hear a bit of a conversation that makes us stop.

"Dare I ask about you and the little Firecracker, here?"

"Yeah, Muffin. What about us?"

Looking inside, we Lorne and the other Wes and...Faith. There's something really strange going on here - it's practically suffocating the entire room. The other Wes looks a bit dishevelled and out of sorts. My eyes going wide, I look over at Wesley.