Someone needs a talkin' to...

[big_pile_o_dust]

After getting directions from Lilah, I walked through as many fuckin' walls and doors and floors as it took me t'finally get t'Percy's office. Maybe if he got me all riled up enough, I'd be able t'punch him

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[dark_wesley]

As if the day couldn't possibly get any worse, Spike arrived in my office, clearly incensed about something or other. If the vampire-ghost-being stayed true to form, it would be over something trivial, and was only being directed toward me because Angel was busy.

"You should be ashamed of yourself... runnin' 'bout, kissin' LILAH when we knew you were daft over SweetPea - and I am not 'bout t'be the one t'tell of your indiscretion mind you - but you didn't have the balls t'stand up! Admit you liked it?"

My jaw dropped open for a moment before I shut it, my teeth grinding in barely restrained fury. How dare Spike come in here and rail at me? What damn business was it of his, and for that matter, how did Spike even know about what had happened? Lilah and I had been the only people in the room.

"What did you say? And then you went off and hit her? S'not right, you should see her, mate... tryin' t'put make-up on and it looks just the same, all bruised up and shit... when I was evil I didn't do that sorta thing t'birds..."Damn it

[_fredless]

Cordy and I slipped quickly through the hallways of Wolfram and Hart. We avoided the elevators, I had never really been a fan of them anyway...maybe because I could never remember which way they would open. But they were also entirely too popular. I think that Cordy might have even been speaking to me as I navigated our way, but I was entirely to focused on getting us to our destination.

I took a different route than I ever had before, but my sense of direction pulled me through, and this was a simple enough three dimensional speace. You just needed to be aware of where you were, and where you were going. We arrived at Wesley's door with little time lost

[xxcordeliaxx]

Judging by Fred's speed, I'm taking a backseat to Wesley as quick as her feet can carry her. I'm in love with the idea of Fred and Wesley becoming the real deal and ending the constant flirtation that I've heard rumors about, but I was hoping they could do it on their own time. Like when I'm not trying to speak to them individually. I could be a third wheel any day of the week, why do I have to be one today?

"Good. I was afraid the food might get here before we did, and that it would spoil the surprise."

She's acting weird. I'm used to Fred acting weird. She has a lot of lovably odd tendencies about her, and I've learned to live with all of them. Today, something seems flat out off about her. Usually I can mentally make excuses for her being overworked and overpaid, but those excuses don't fly when we're all coming back from a day off.

"Not to mention, more time for it to get cold."I was going to say something, but closed my mouth when I realized that Wesley appeared to be furiously frustrated over God knows what. I didn't have

[prodigalwatcher]

The book that was currently the subject of my undivided attention, instead of regarding the problems at hand-- Hellmouths, faulty prophsising, and the like-- was a guid to a dizzying number of wards and protective spells that could be performed and attached to a particular physical space. Namely, my office and my apartment. I didn't relish the idea that Lilah, or any other thoroughly untrustworthy Wolfram & Hart types for that matter, attempting anything outside of the office, the usual battlefield, but it was a possiblity I needed to take into account.

After a few moments, though, the letters began to swim, and a sudden ache settled into my shoulders. I turned away from the book and lowered my head into my hands, trying to rest my eyes. It wasn't until I heard Fred's voice that I realised I had company.

"Wesley?"I glanced up to see both Fred and Cordy standing against the opposite wall of the office, looking more than a little concerned

[prodigalwatcher]

"Wesley... You gave up so easily! That was your chance to speak of levers or pulleys, or any other manner of things. There was were plenty of ways for your tiny ancients to get the job done... not that I am conceeding their size in any shape or form."

I smiled in exaggerated sympathy. "Of course you're not. Heaven forfend."

"And as it does seem that I'm off my game as far as wild, grossly inaccurate and altogether silly speculation goes, I think I'll just concentrate on lunch."

Snickering throughout the statement, I nonetheless had to concede the point, at least to myself, that I was definitely not feeling my usual self. Not surprisingly, given the unfortunate and infuriating events of the morning, I found myself distracted in thought and attention. This pleasant diversion with my friends, though not curative, was at least a good distraction from those worries.

"Well, the day began in rather lovely way, but then it started to be... odd? But there is food now. How can we go wrong?"Cocking an eyebrow at Fred's fearless use of

[_fredless]

"Of course you're not. Heaven forfend. And as it does seem that I'm off my game as far as wild, grossly inaccurate and altogether silly speculation goes, I think I'll just concentrate on lunch."

Tucking my feet further under my chair I reached out to refill my plate, sending Wesley a glance to let him know what I thought of his teasing as I did so.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my speculating, and...did you say innacurate?" I smiled a bit between bites, sharing it with Cordy as well. "As crazy as our lives are, I sort of think that by now we should have realized that no matter how crazy our thoughts get to match, somehow even at least a little part of them hits pretty on center...and I am standing by the fact that it was tiny hands."

"Odd? Even for here? Odd how?""Oh," I was startled out of another round of focusing on my lunch by Wesley's question. Looking back up I placed down my plate and studied my friends, pointing out to the lobby. "Well, when I got here this morning, other than I visit to drop off some mail..." I