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]

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.

[_badass_slayer_]

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.