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
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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
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I walked over by the window and looked out for a moment until it started to give me teh creeps and I rested my eyes on my boss instead. "I wasn't in this hell before either. The Partners sucked me into one of their private hells. There's a big difference." A very big difference
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I rolled my eyes when he said he'd not been in this Hell before. Had I asked that? No. Then why was he giving me stupid answers. Did they suck out his brain when they sucked him into Hell? Wouldn't surprise me. And why is it so bloody hot in here? Oh right, Hell. Of course, no air-conditioning in Hell. We might get comfortable, we can't have that
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I racked my brain and tried to remember what all Eve had told me. Usually I'd only been pretending to listen because if she thought I was paying attention she'd eventually get around to the information I'd actually wanted to hear. I did know that the liasion was the person who gave Angel his orders from the Senior Partners. They she answered to the Partners, and were only outranked by them. The Partners could take away that power or hurt the person if they were stupid enough to piss the the heck off
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Oh god, there's that smile again. It's like a viper waiting to get in a good blow. Which is exactly how I'm going to treat him. He used to work for Wolfram and Hart, used to go out of his way to get Angel killed. And just because in the end Angel got to him first? There's no need to be resentful. After all, it looks like the best man won. Even though it seemed to come with a rather large price
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My head was starting to pound. I'd tried being nice, that hadn't worked at all. This job must be some kind of lesser punishment. Working for him until the end of time was going to be one big pile of joy after another. I muttered something under my breath as I turned away from the window
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What do I dare what happened the last time he made tea? Why was he making tea anyway? Not at though he seems the type to actually like tea. Sodding git. Why oh why did I have to get stuck with him as my assistant. I mean really, why? Still, it could've been Knox, it could've been worse. Wonder where that git is. Has to be in hell somewhere, and not just because of some contract. Hmmm, might work on finding that out later
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Oh goody, he's not happy about it either. Glad I'm not the only one. And no, I can't stand still. They did this on purpose, just to bother the shit out of both of us. Maybe I could turn it down, find somewhere else, except I wasn't really sure what would happen to me since these orders were coming down from the top.
"I have to assume it's very serious since the demon who handed it to me ran away as fast as he could." I rubbed my temple. Look at that, you could still get stress headaches when you're dead and in hell. How marvelous. I frowned over at the mailbox on the wall. Didn't I empty that before? I sighed.
"If you don't want me there, I'm sure I can find some other kind of arrangements. Or sleep in doorway or something." Not all of the hell demons had to be nasty, right? Maybe one of them needed a room mate. "Perhaps they are thinking that by doing this, I'm getting punished on a whole new level." Damn headache. "It's your call, sir. Whatever you say, I'll have to do."
"Will you stop calling me 'Sir'. You make me sound like my father." And I can do without that thank you so very much. I wonder if he'll end up here as well in a few years. Must remember to give him a very warm welcome. Wonder if I can look things like that up. Must ask the git later, we have a very different problem on our hands
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"Fine." I practically spat the word at him. He's really starting to piss me off. "What do you want me to call you then?" I had a couple of names that sprung to mind, but they weren't very nice at all and I bit my tongue very hard to keep from saying them out loud
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I gave him a slight smile that wasn't at all nice. It was good to remember that I was in a position to actually have him reprimanded for such a tone. "My name is Wesley, McDonald. And why should I remove the stick from my arse, while your still clinging on so fiercely to yours." This little job of his might just be more amusing then I thought. Well, you had to make the best of things in Hell
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Wesley 'I'm dead and very pissed off about being in hell even though I have a very high position' Wyndam-Pryce. Fine. Whatever you say, boss. I do not have a stick up my ass either. Besides, if I'd really wanted to kill Angel, he would be dead
( ... )
Look at that. Now that's what I call inner seething. I bet he's convincing himself now that if he wanted Angel dead, he'd be dead by now. Well...deader. And he does have a stick up his arse. Lawyers, really. And it looks like the fellow is holding back. He really does have to do what I tell him doesn't he? This could prove to be quite entertaining
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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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"I have to assume it's very serious since the demon who handed it to me ran away as fast as he could." I rubbed my temple. Look at that, you could still get stress headaches when you're dead and in hell. How marvelous. I frowned over at the mailbox on the wall. Didn't I empty that before? I sighed.
"If you don't want me there, I'm sure I can find some other kind of arrangements. Or sleep in doorway or something." Not all of the hell demons had to be nasty, right? Maybe one of them needed a room mate. "Perhaps they are thinking that by doing this, I'm getting punished on a whole new level." Damn headache. "It's your call, sir. Whatever you say, I'll have to do."
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