We Know Why the Caged Knox Sings

Mar 13, 2005 00:45

Continued from hereFred, Faith and Lorne are keen to track down Knox and make him sing so we can figure out what's going on. I look over at my twin and shrug; it's the best idea any of us can come up with and, honestly, probably the quickest way for us to get into the little weasel's mind ( Read more... )

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_hot_wesley_ March 13 2005, 01:53:23 UTC
"I will."

Blast. I wish we wouldn't do that. It's getting rather annoying.

I go for the keys, but Lorne intercepts me. "I'll drive." He shakes his head at the both of us, and I open the door for Fred.

When Faith walks by, I take her arm, making her look me in the eye. "You and I are going to talk later."

Stupid? Absolutely. Grabbing a Slayer like this is completely idiotic. However, Faith and my twin were up to something before Fred and I walked in, and I want to know what that 'something' was. Releasing her, I get in behind Fred, and the five of us head to Knox's house.

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sciencegrl_fred March 14 2005, 19:29:27 UTC
There's silence in the car as we head to Knox's place except for the few times I have to give Lorne directions. Nothing like not being sure what you've walked in on and a lab accident caused by your soon-to-be former assistant to make sure that everyone is really, really on edge and not wanting to talk. I look over at Wesley and fidgit a bit - this all reminds me a little too much of what happened last year with Professor Sidel.

But it has to be done. I know that; every person in this jeep knows that. Knox violated my trust, and tried--no, he did hurt Wesley. Badly. I never in my life thought I could hate anyone as much as I did Professor Sidel, and now I know that I do - moreso even because it involved someone I love and care about a lot.

It doesn't take long for us to reach Knox's place, an apartment complex a few miles from the office building. His place in in one of the farthest back buildings, so Lorne drives us around and parks. We then all pile out, Wesley taking my hand and helping me out.

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_hot_wesley_ March 14 2005, 19:41:28 UTC
Once Fred is out, I open the hatch to where the weapons are stored. I spot the crossbow, handing it over to her, before picking up my 12 gauge. Bloody wonderful piece of equipment, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, he grabs for it at the same time.

"Pardon me, but that's my shotgun," I say to my...twin.

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gfs_wesleypryce March 14 2005, 19:44:50 UTC
I look down at the shotgun we're both holding. Why should he be the one to get the 12-gauge? As far as I'm concerned, we both have equal rights to it.

"It's mine, too. Or have you forgotten already?"

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_hot_wesley_ March 14 2005, 19:56:21 UTC
Oh, good Lord.

"I haven't forgotten. I just simply thought it would be easier if you took the pistol, instead."

Lifting the shotgun, I point to it and say, "This is my gun," then I point to the pisot. "That's your gun. Got it? My gun, your gun."

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_badass_slayer_ March 14 2005, 19:59:22 UTC
Walkin' to the back, I hear a commotion. Twiddle Dumb and Twiddle Dumber are fightin' over their toys. I better break 'em up.

Interjectin' before either of them can say another word, I yell, "Just pick somethin' for fuck's sake!"

Boys and their toys. God.

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gfs_wesleypryce March 14 2005, 20:03:38 UTC
"Sorry," I say and let go of the shotgun.

Reaching down, I pick up the pistol my "twin" pointed to. This will do.

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_hot_wesley_ March 15 2005, 18:47:29 UTC
"Sorry."

Of course. We said the same thing at the same time. Again.

Cocking my shotgun, I prepare to show Knox just how big of a mistake he has made. Bloody weasel.

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