(nancytribe)

May 27, 2004 01:43

If anyone ever told me the day would arrive when I would want to do a Slayer, I would have laughed. All right, maybe I would have done, until now. Yes, and Ethan would just love that, I'm certain -- first the head of the Council, then one of the Slayers? Could I possibly make my life any more miserable?

I probably should have explained myself better, from the outset. I already have a demon for a Slayer. If that's possible, why not a boy? This is definitely a story I want to hear.

When Godolphin originally palmed the assignment off on me -- to pick this one up at the airport -- he was under the impression it was a Justine Hastings I would be assisting. I didn't feel the need to enlighten Godolphin when I found out differently -- e.g., that Justine is, in reality, Justin -- but my mood certainly improved considerably.

Godolphin stuck me with babysitting duty so he could get an early start on his dirty weekend with Lynn (I've got the union flag pole up my arse) Thomas. (That's likely all she'll ever let up there, too, more's the pity for David.)

I knew Godolphin would do his nut about finding a male Slayer if I mentioned anything about Justin. There was a bit of altruism in it -- I knew he would cancel his weekend (taking me off New Slayer duty in the mean time, besides), and Godolphin really needs the time off.

I need the time off, too, and the best way to guarantee that is to be certain Godolphin takes his -- even if it meant omitting a few salient facts at the time. Besides, I am looking forward to getting away with Ethan for a few days.

I don't believe Godolphin would have trusted me with this particular assignment, if he did know, in advance of the event. I can't think why.

Surely I can't be the only person who wants empirical evidence whether all American boys really are cut, or not. I have to admit, my curiosity was piqued after getting rather more "up close and personal" with Hastings than one could generally expect within the first few minutes of meeting...

No, ignore that. I used to manage even more up close and personal than adjusting a car seat in shorter times -- albeit never with a Slayer before. (Had Hastings said a few opportune words at that moment, I would have been more than happy to remain there for quite some time, when my head was practically in his lap, anyway.)

So, there I was, after promising to take this amazing piece of American eye candy out to lunch, trying to convince myself I didn't really want to everything that was crossing my mind at that particular moment. (Unfortunately, I'm not one of the people I can lie to, convincingly.)

On the brighter side, I'd chosen the Brasserie at the Dolphin Square hotel for lunch, and called on my mobile phone for reservations. Good food, and, if I was at all lucky... Take him to lunch and back to the Council, I tried to tell myself. Really, I did. Several times, at least.

Needing to fill the time between the airport and the hotel restaurant, I mentioned casually, 'A number of rather unusual Slayers have turned up since Rosenberg did her spell in Sunnydale -- the one assigned to me is a demon -- but so far, you're unique in being the only male. Do you have any idea how that happened?'

(Just shut me up and ask me to do talk about something else, if it makes you uncomfortable...)
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