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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[_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.

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"I'm not a demon. I am Wesley. Just not..."

Just not the one I thought? Fuck, I'm so confused. So, he was tellin' the truth before. Great.

Feel like somethin' just broke in me. This isn't right. None of this is right.

"There was...an accident last night in the lab. Thanks to Knox."

Knox? Who the fuck is that? Is that the 'psychotic weasel' Wes referred to earlier?

"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."

"Could'a fooled me," I mumble, rememberin' how...impressive his bod was; the way it tasted and felt and...

Aren't I supposed to be listenin'? My bad.

"I take it we missed something before we walked in?"

Quickly glancin' over at the Wes I was with, I see how upset he is, so I focus on what she just told us about the accident in the lab.

"So, let me get this straight. There are two Wes's now?"

[sciencegrl_fred]

Whatever happened, they're obviously not going to say what. Although the other Wes - geez, we have to find a better name to call him if he's going to be around for any length of time. We can't keep calling him "the other Wes" or "the second Wes" forever. Anyway, it looks like he'd definitely had a hard night, holding his head in his hands and leaning against the couch arm. Somehow, I have a feeling that they're responsible for the litter of bottles on the coffee table and bar.

"So, let me get this straight. There are two Wes's now?"

I nod at Faith's question. "Yes. I'm still not exactly sure how it happened - I'd have to take the generator and mirrors apart and study them. And..." I look over at Wesley. "We need to find Knox and...find out from him exactly what he thought he was doing

[_hot_wesley_]

Fred explains what we know to everyone, but my attention is on my twin and Faith. What the bloody hell were they up to? Judging by the liquor bottles scattered about, I'd have to say they were having a party of some sort.

I will most definitely be speaking with them on the matter. Later. We need to focus on our current problem, first.

"We need to find Knox and...find out from him exactly what he thought he was doing."

"Agreed. We have no way of knowing what he might be planning. If he's taking orders from the Senior Partners, there's no telling what he is capable of."

I imagine this is taking quite a toll on Fred. She was ready to kill Knox on the spot, but that's not the best course of action.

Moving my hands to her neck, I begin to gently work the knots out. I had hoped that later on this evening, I could take Fred out for a lovely dinner. She deserves the best.

Bloody hell, I hate Knox.

[gfs_wesleypryce]

I listen to the others talk, feeling like I should be saying something but unable to bring myself to. I've caused enough trouble for tonight. I can't even bring myself to look up at Faith - she must be ready to kill me by now. For heaven's sake, why did I let myself get into this confounded situation?

When Fred mentions that Knox had indeed done this on purpose, I feel my hand clenching in a tight fist. Of course, he had, the prat. Just as I wonder what his game is, I hear my twin voicing almost exactly what I'm thinking.

"We have no way of knowing what he might be planning. If he's taking orders from the Senior Partners, there's no telling what he is capable of."I glance up to see him standing behind Fred, rubbing the back of her neck, and quickly turn my head away again. For a brief moment, I wish for a drink but then remember what happened because of that and feel my stomach flip a few times at the thought. I'm not looking forward to facing Faith when this is all over. Thank God she's developed the maturity to keep her

[_badass_slayer_]

I'm still tryin' to process everythin' that's goin' on, but one thing sticks out. And, that one thing is Wes. I don't mean the one currently givin' Fred a rub-down, either. I'm talkin', the man I spent the evening with, gettin' shit-faced drunk.

Fuck the fact that he's a twin or whatever. I'm not gonna let that matter to me. 'Sides, my thinkin'? Wes-the-Second and I have shit in common, yo. Like, bein' in someone's shadow all the time, for one.

"Does this mean that I'm...that we're...That I'm stuck here?"

"Chill, Slim. We can handle it."

I'm playin' around with nicknames. I'll eventually hit on the right one. 'Til then, though? Whatever comes to me, man.

I move over to stand beside him, cuz he needs someone on his side right now.

I smile at Slim, Slick, Ace? Ah hell, I'll keep workin' on it. Anyway...I smile at my Wes, then turn to Fred and her man.

"Wants some help kickin' this Knox guy's ass?" I ask, totally ready for a throwdown.

Any guy who messes with Wes? Gonna get his ass handed to him in a big way, yo.