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[__visiongal]

Okay, I've done hangovers. I've been so blindingly off my face drunk that the next morning? World of vomit.

But I've never been like this before. And when I mean like this, I mean... Hungover. Room spinning. And waking up next to a girl. Not just any girl (and oh my GOD at how much I need to wig out at THAT statement once the hangover passes

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[wickedslayer]

Rolling over, I felt the bed shift underneath me and someone get up and run to the bathroom. Fuck. I hadn't meant to fall asleep here. Not really my style to spend the night afterwards, course my bed was only down the hall and it was Cordelia.

Damn, never thought I'd get a piece of that ass in my entire life. She was drunk, I was drunk, we had a little bit of fun. Hoped she wasn't freaking out right about now.

Oh well, either way, it was wicked early and I don't get up before noon unless my life is in danger. Right now, the choices are wake up or listen to Cordy freak out.

Think I'll sleep for a few more minutes...hours...whatever.

[__visiongal]

I was shaking when I went back to the room. I'd been in the bathroom for fifteen minutes, huddled over the toilet in case the contents of my stomach (if there were any left) wanted a repeat performance of coming up.

I grabbed a tshirt that was lying on my floor and slipped it on, looking at Faith for a moment. She was asleep. Or pretending, who knew? But it was better than looking at me like...

"You're very special, Connor. Last night will always be special, and something we both needed, but it happened because of unusual circumstances. You understand what I'm saying?" I ask, softly.

"Yeah, that it was special." He nods.

"That it can't happen again."

Oh God, no. Something we needed... Special circumstances... I couldn't watch my life go out of control like this again. I couldn't. I was wigging, big style, because the only friend I had right now, the only person I could really trust and want to be around without hurling? I'd managed to push away without even knowing I was doing it

[wickedslayer]

I had just about fallen asleep again when I heard Cordelia having a heated conversation in the kitchen. Instincts kicked in quicker than I could think about it and I shot out of bed like a rocket. Who the fuck was here? Was it Angel and his boys?

Peeking around the corner I saw Cor yelling at the refrigerator and cracked a smirk. Well fuck...guess I was up now. Doesn't she know that I need my beauty sleep?

"It only says 'have a nice day', but maybe if you yell at it enough it'll learn to say something new?" I asked with a shrug as I walked into the kitchen. Now here it comes, the inevitable freak out. Hey, I'm the one who should be freaking out here! I got strict rules, once I get off I get gone and I was still here.

[__visiongal]

"Jesus, Faith!" I yelled, almost jumping a foot when she walked into the room, announcing herself with not so much as a cough or a whimper. Shit, did I have to buy her a fucking bell too? What was she doing sneaking up on me like that?

And hey... "What?" I looked at the refrigerator, frowned, then looked back at her. She wasn't freaking at all - hell, she didn't even look ruffled. Maybe she'd... Forgot?

Except it was gonna be pretty hard for me to forget because, hello, demon spawn!

"Is that all you're gonna say?" Nuh-uh, if I was pregnant? Faith was taking responsibility for her part in said evil spawn. "That if I yell at the refrigerator it might learn something new? Why aren't you freaking?!"

Yeah Cor, real smooth. Calm, collected... You're SO gonna win the award for best way of handling things. Uh-huh.

[__visiongal]

"The right thing? Buying shoes half-price in a Barney sale is the right thing, Wesley. Saving up and taking out insurance for your kids is the right thing. Jumping ship from the Powers That Be and going to work for Evil Incorporated is not the right thing!"

Why the hell was I the only one around here seeing that? Geez, I'd been in a coma for however many months - I'd be forgiven for having a little brain damage - and yet I was the only one thinking rationally around here!

"I think something may have happened to Charles, Angel's been acting extremely peculiar. It's why I came here, I had to see that you were alright."

Gunn. My stomach clenched involuntarily and I looked at Faith. She'd been pushing for days to go back to Angel, find out what was going on and now--

"Well you've seen me. You can go, right?" The looks I was shot from both of them were like a slap across the face. My head ached, my stomach was tightening with what I knew was fear and now I was faced with the reality of having to look Angel in the eye again,

[boyhostage]

I frowned as I watched Faith move away from me and put a hand on Cordelia's shoulder to steady her. Now they were an unlikely pair if I'd ever seen one. However, I was close to positive that they weren't...a pair persay. This was Cordelia after all...and Faith.

"You can tell me all the things I already know if it will make you feel better." I said gruffly, forcing my eyes back to Cordelia's face. "I am still your friend however, whether you choose to believe it or not I've been worried about you."

I decided it wise to keep a bit of distance, regardless of the fact that I was overjoyed to see Cordelia unharmed. However, I still like having all of my bones unbroken. Tangling with a slayer is not on my list of things to do today.

"Wes, I... What did Angel tell you? About what happened, the coma?"

I frowned again. What was she getting at here?

"You don't remember?" I asked her curiously. I remembered all too well, how she'd stolen Angel's soul, killed Lilah...

[__visiongal]

I looked at Faith, surprised when she moved over to me. I hadn't expected that - really hadn't expected that. And yes, wigging. But... Y'know, not exactly her responsibility keeping me sane or whatever.

"You can tell me all the things I already know if it will make you feel better." I said gruffly, forcing my eyes back to Cordelia's face. "I am still your friend however, whether you choose to believe it or not I've been worried about you."

"What did you expect, Wesley?" I snapped, "Me to wake up and suddenly take my place as office manager? Funny, I heard Harmony had filled that position." And whoo-boy, bitter. I go into a coma and they find someone else who can replace me - talk about the worst candidate possible. My voice softened somewhat and I stared at him for a moment, "I know you've been worried, Wes. And... I missed you guys." I had missed them, like an arm or maybe a leg. I'm not sure where I was when I was all coma-ed up but... It was empty. Too empty

[boyhostage]

I stood my ground, as she continued on about Harmony and how we were doing the wrong thing at Wolfram and Hart. I already knew all of this and had questioned it everyday. I had trusted Angel and this was where it had brought me. If she needed to get it all out...again, it was understandable.

"Different? How so?" I asked, my frown deepening even more. If only the blasted slayer would get lost so I might have a few moments alone with Cordelia to suss out whatever she might be talking about.