We Know Why the Caged Knox Sings

[gfs_wesleypryce]

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

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[gfs_wesleypryce]

As Fred strikes and knees Knox, I look over at Faith, raising my eyebrow. She looks like she's enjoying herself. Can't blame her for that since I feel the same way, as wrong as that may sound. However, this has been a long time coming. I always knew this little pratt was hiding something when it came to Fred. Never thought it would be wanting to murder her to rebirth some sort of demon, though.

My twin is standing with the shotgun pointed to Knox's chest. I shake my head, listening to Knox begging for his life. He wasn't going to give us the same consideration, yet we should show him mercy.

I think not.

Finally, the other Wesley forces him to shut up. Good.

"Fred, love, whatever shall we do with this traitor?"

I definitely have a few ideas. Wonder if he's thinking along the same lines I am.

Knox turns to look at Fred and decides to press his luck again, his words slurred by his swollen face. "Please, Fred, please...I'm so sorry...I never wanted to hurt you, really. I really was only doing as I was told...but I fell in love with you...and I didn't want just any host for my God. I would have worshipped you and Illyria together..."

I lean over the couch arm and tap him on the shoulder. "I'd really shut up if I were you. I want to shoot you, and I'm not the one of us holding the shotgun on you."

[sciencegrl_fred]

Illyria. That name sends cold chills through me, like someone walking over my grave. Of course, if Knox had had his way, it would have been just that because the use of my body to rebirth some god doesn't sound pleasant, no matter what he says.

As the second Wesley tells him to shut up, I move to stand next to my Wesley. What should we do with him? A very dark part of me - the part of me that wanted revenge on Professor Sidel, the part of me that took over sometimes just so I could survive in Pylea - wants to just shoot him and get it over with. He wanted to kill me and Wesley, after all. Why should we give him any consideration otherwise?

But a part of me knows that outright murdering him is out of the question. It wasn't what I wanted to do to Professor Sidel, and it's something I can't do now, no matter how pissed off and wounded and hateful I feel. No matter than he is just a lowly little psychotic slimeball I should have fired the minute he said that the Senior Partners and the firm weren't really "that bad".

Well, since he already signed his soul away to hell by joining Wolfram and Hart, why not speed the journey up a bit?

I look up at Wesley. "Remember that spell you found for me last year?"

Knox practically tries to push himself into the sofa's cushions, away from the shotgun. "Spell? What spell?"

[_badass_slayer_]

I make sure the little fucker stays puts while Wes and Fred discuss what they want to do with him. Not that he could goin' anywhere, what with the gun pointed at his chest. But, hey, I'm here as backup, so if he tries anything funny, I'll rip him a new one.

Slick tells him to shut it, and I flash back, momentarily, to when we interrogated that one-hormed demon in a bar last year. Good times. When our little 'situation' is taken care of, I need to have a convo with him about bein' my Watcher again. Want to give that another go.

Fred asks Wes about some spell or whatever, and Wimp Boy pushes into the cushions like he's tryin' to escape. Nice try, but I don't think so.

"Move again, and I'll show you what a Slayer can do," I warn, gettin' right in his face so he knows I mean business.

[_hot_wesley_]

"You mean...Sidel?" Ah, yes, that spell did prove to be most effective. "I'll need my books. Let's head back to the firm." Throwing a glance in my twin's direction, I say, "Keep your gun on him."

"Please, don't do this! I-I can explain," Knox starts up again, but I've had enough of his pleading. "Did we not just tell you to be silent? Either you be quiet immediately, or I'll knock you unconscious. Understand?"

He stares at me, dumbfounded and scared, but doesn't speak. Good.

"Let's move."

[gfs_wesleypryce]

"Let's move."

Nodding, I prod Knox with my pistol, letting him know that he should get up. Faith helps me keep him under control - there was no doubt that the little bugger would try to run the moment he saw any opening, so we weren't about to give him one. We lead the way out to the jeep, keeping an eye out to make sure that no one else was around. It was still just before dawn, so no one was up and around yet, but everyone stays close to make sure none of the weapons can be seen.

Lorne unlocks the jeep, and Faith and I force Knox into the backseat in between the two of us. We make him keep his arms to his side and strap the seatbelt around him, effectively tying him in for the car ride back to the office. I know exactly what they have planned for him - I remember that little spell as well, after all. It would be quite effective...and fitting.

Lorne slips into the driver's seat again, leaving Wesley and Fred to share the front passenger seat. I try not to look at them, so instead I glance over at Faith and find myself actually looking forward to talking with her once all of this unpleasant business is sorted out.

[sciencegrl_fred]

Wesley understands what I want to do, which really is the best thing because there'll be no trace, nothing to point to us - Knox'll just disappear from the face of the earth.

Faith and Wesley's twin take charge of him, leading him out to the car with us following behind. I squeeze Wesley's hand, thankful that we've come through this relatively unscathed. Given what Knox planned, things could've been a helluva lot worse.

"Buttercup, Scruffy Bear, are you sure you want to do this?" Lorne apprently knows what we have in mind. Is it because it's the only obvious action for us to take, or did he read it from Knox when he was singing?

"We have to," I tell him.

"I know," he answers. "I just wanted to make sure 'cause otherwise, I'd do it myself."

Once Faith and the second Wesley have Knox strapped in back, Wesley and I realize that we're going to have to share the passenger seat in front, so he climbs in and then I settle on his lap. When he wraps his arms around me, I lean my head against his shoulder and sigh softly, just wanting this to be over.

Soon, we're back at the Wolfram and Hart building and hussling Knox up to Wesley's office, hoping we can get this taken care before everyone starts arriving for work for the day.

[_badass_slayer_]

As soon as we arrive back at the HQ, the four of us take Dumbass up to Wes' office. "Hold him for me, will ya, Ace?" I ask my Wes Wes-Numero-Dos. "I'm gonna need some rope! Need to keep this guy still for awhile."

Lorne runs out for a sec. Comin' back, he hands me what I requested. "Here ya go, SlayBird."

"Cool. Thanks, Greenie."

Draggin' a chair to the center of the office, I motion for Ace to push Knox into it, then, I begin windin' the rope around, nice and tight.

[gfs_wesleypryce]

After I force Knox down onto the chair, Faith begins tying him up with the rope Lorne brought in. I know better than to ask where he got it - this is Wolfram and Hart, after all.

Once I'm sure that he's not going to be able to get up, I step back and let her get on with her work. I remember the time I was the one in a chair with her doing that...but I find that the thought of that no longer bothers me the way it used to. A lot of things have changed, especially her.

"You really are quite the pro at tying people up," I find myself telling her. She looks up at me and I give her a wink.

What happened in the past is truly forgiven.

[_badass_slayer_]

I'm halfway through the rope, when Ace says somethin' that causes me to look up.

"You really are quite the pro at tying people up..."

I freeze, cuz I know exactly what he's talkin' about. But, what do ya know, he's winkin' at me. Guess we really did bury that hatchet, once and for all. Thank-fuckin'-God. Don't need that guilt shit hangin' over my head.

Makin' the last loop around to the back, I yank to pull it as tight as it'll go, and DumbFuck, here, actually whimpers like a fuckin' baby. Too late, dude. Your ass is grass. I finish the knot, movin' over to Mr. Smirk to whisper, "Tyin' people up isn't the only thing I'm good at, ya know." I return his wink with one of my own before turnin' to Wesley. "That's get this show on the road, Wes. Do your stuff."

Foldin' my arms over my chest, I wait for the fireworks to start. This is gonna be good.