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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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.
And me. I don't think I could handle it if something happened to the second Wesley now.
"I mean, yeah, having back-up would be a great help 'cause I really don't know how we're going to deal with him."
"Firecracker here could always hold him down and force him to sing for me," Lorne offers from where he's leaning against the bar with a large glass of something in his hand. All four of us look at him. "Hey, it's faster than an interrogation and a lot more reliable."
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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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