I could feel the moment he came back into Hell. At first I didn't know what in the world it was, but then I realized that Wes must have arrived back 'home' again. Must have gone out and done his job just like the Senior Partners had requested. Bet he wasn't thrilled to be here again
( ... )
I was just contemplating hiding somewhere, when there was a knock on my door. Bugger. And they were being polite in hell? There's a rather odd concept. Couldn't be one of those Senior Partners then, they'd never lower themselves to knock. They just appeared right in the middle of my sodding office no doubt. Gits.
Before I could yell at whomever it was that had the misfortune to knock on my door, it opened and that git McDonald stepped in. I rolled my eyes and was about to tell him to sod off when he opened his mouth. Which had me staring at him for quite some time. Sir? Did he just call me sir? And what was with the polite formulating of words?
"Okay...?" I gave him an odd look and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Who are you and what have you done with the real Lindsey McDonald?" What the hell? Well, quite literally in this case, I suppose.
He wasn't going to make this easy for me at all. Sighing, I leaned back against the wall and looked at him. "You really have no idea how things work around here, do you?" Obviously not, judging by how he reacted when I was being nice. I ran my hand through my hair.
"I'm your assistant down here, and I'm supposed to assist you with whatever you need. You give an order, I'm to follow it. The Senior Partners gave you a hell of a lot of power when they made you liaison." He didn't even want the damn job, it wasn't fair. Bit my lip for a second before I continued.
"Did you expect me to be a major prick when you got back? That isn't going to happen. I'm not stupid enough to piss off someone who can do whatever he wants with me." I saw his eyes widen just a little when I said that and I gave him a very tiny smile.
"So I'm going to repeat my question and if you don't want anything, I'll go do whatever it is I'm supposed to do around here. Is there something I can assist you with, sir?" I know my smile didn't meet my eyes at all.
Oh? What's this then. The sod is getting haughty with me? "No, pardon me. I've not been in hell before." I swept my hand around, indicating Hell, which was turning out quite differently then I'd expected. Then again, he was my assistant, how much more Hell could you get. "Unlike some." Raising my eyebrows I gave him a look. He should know all about it, he was the one who sold his soul willingly. Unlike some
( ... )
Fine. Apparently there's no keeping the hell mail from getting through. I growled as yet another stack of paper filled it up again. "I wonder if I don't pull those out if the damn thing will just explode when it gets full enough." I rubbed my hand over the cut in my arm, muttering to myself about papercuts from hell and carried the papers I had already grabbed over to his desk and started sorting them
( ... )
I hardly listened to his mutterings about the mailbox. I'd already resigned myself that that thing would fill the moment you took work out. Well, at least you don't go bored here in hell. Always look on the bright side! Even in hell, where it's extremely bright. Why is that? I blinked over at the window just in time to see a rather large flame erupt from the local hellpit. Oh, well. That explains that
( ... )
I looked at the note a couple more times before turning my eyes to his. "This guy was a friend of mine before he died. According to this, he's been making comments about Angel being in charge, not following orders, and they want you to make him pay for that." I glanced at the last words on the paper again. "Preferably 'in blood', so I have to assume you'll get to show off any of the torturing skills you know."
Rubbed my temple. Maybe I could do it, hurt him just enough to satisfy the higher ups. I hadn't seen him in so long. The last image I had in my head was how shocked he'd looked when the trigger was pulled. Then there was blood and brains all over me while his body twitched by my feet. I could have been next but Holland let me go.
"I'll do it." I didn't look at him, not yet because I was almost afraid of what he was going to say or do. "With your permission, of course." Now I looked at him, biting my lip nervously. Let me go hurt my friend so I can save him a lot of suffering.
Raising my eyebrow, I glanced at him. A friend of his? Really now? Why is it I'm not surprised he has friends in Hell? Oh wait, that could've something to do with the fact that he willingly signed away his soul. That might be it yes.
Sitting back in my chair, I put the papers I was reading down. They weren't making sense to me anyway. Steepling my fingers, I gave him a cold look. Showing off my torturing skills? Did he even know what he was saying? They taught you a lot of those at the Watcher Academy. And then Faith and Angel had both taught me a lot as well. I knew more then a hundred ways to make it bleed.
"No." I picked up my papers again, shuffling through them. He'll do it. Right, because it's not at all suspicious to want to torture your friend. "I'll do this myself," I said, frowning at the papers before handing them to him. "You can sort through these, they don't make any sense. Hand me the note, I'd like to know what is says exactly."
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Before I could yell at whomever it was that had the misfortune to knock on my door, it opened and that git McDonald stepped in. I rolled my eyes and was about to tell him to sod off when he opened his mouth. Which had me staring at him for quite some time. Sir? Did he just call me sir? And what was with the polite formulating of words?
"Okay...?" I gave him an odd look and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Who are you and what have you done with the real Lindsey McDonald?" What the hell? Well, quite literally in this case, I suppose.
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"I'm your assistant down here, and I'm supposed to assist you with whatever you need. You give an order, I'm to follow it. The Senior Partners gave you a hell of a lot of power when they made you liaison." He didn't even want the damn job, it wasn't fair. Bit my lip for a second before I continued.
"Did you expect me to be a major prick when you got back? That isn't going to happen. I'm not stupid enough to piss off someone who can do whatever he wants with me." I saw his eyes widen just a little when I said that and I gave him a very tiny smile.
"So I'm going to repeat my question and if you don't want anything, I'll go do whatever it is I'm supposed to do around here. Is there something I can assist you with, sir?" I know my smile didn't meet my eyes at all.
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Rubbed my temple. Maybe I could do it, hurt him just enough to satisfy the higher ups. I hadn't seen him in so long. The last image I had in my head was how shocked he'd looked when the trigger was pulled. Then there was blood and brains all over me while his body twitched by my feet. I could have been next but Holland let me go.
"I'll do it." I didn't look at him, not yet because I was almost afraid of what he was going to say or do. "With your permission, of course." Now I looked at him, biting my lip nervously. Let me go hurt my friend so I can save him a lot of suffering.
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Sitting back in my chair, I put the papers I was reading down. They weren't making sense to me anyway. Steepling my fingers, I gave him a cold look. Showing off my torturing skills? Did he even know what he was saying? They taught you a lot of those at the Watcher Academy. And then Faith and Angel had both taught me a lot as well. I knew more then a hundred ways to make it bleed.
"No." I picked up my papers again, shuffling through them. He'll do it. Right, because it's not at all suspicious to want to torture your friend. "I'll do this myself," I said, frowning at the papers before handing them to him. "You can sort through these, they don't make any sense. Hand me the note, I'd like to know what is says exactly."
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