Should I stay, or should I go?
Mr. Giles came to me with an interesting proposal today. He is being sent back to America by the Watcher's Council to head up a new project, an American Consulate, sort of like a branch of the Watcher's Council in the States. Of course, it will be set up in Cleveland, seeing as how the Hellmouth is there and all, not to mention the majority of the Slayers we brought out of Sunnydale with us. Anyway, Mr. Giles asked me if I would assist him in this new endeavor, even asking me to go on ahead ASAP so we have a presence in Cleveland as soon as possible. I assume I am bedding down in my old apartment; I have no idea if Xander's coming back from Africa anytime soon, or if the apartment's even still available. If worse comes to worse, I can always bunk with someone else. Everyone in the building is a Slayer or a Scooby, so it shouldn't be hard to find someone to room with. I'd much rather bunk with Xander. Oh, that didn't come out right. I mean, I'd much rather room with Xander. All that estrogen would probably fry my brain.
Speaking of which, what am I going to do about Ben? I don't see this issue getting resolved anytime soon, but I can't imagine leaving him behind. I want to go, but I don't want to leave him. And I don't see him hopping on a plane with me, at least not in the current state of our relationship. Tomorrow is Friday; I have a plan of action, since trying to talk to him hasn't gotten anywhere. I have one idea left up my sleeve, and I'm hoping it will work. If it doesn't, I will have to let him go and start fresh. Letting him go is hard to think about, sort of like that Trek movie where Spock's half-brother takes over the Enterprise. *shudder* But if it's meant to go down that way, so be it. I will get over it with massive amounts of rocky road and my Babylon 5 DVDs. But it'll be tough. We shall see how my plan goes tomorrow. Maybe it will work . . .
Speaking of which, what am I going to do about Ben? I don't see this issue getting resolved anytime soon, but I can't imagine leaving him behind. I want to go, but I don't want to leave him. And I don't see him hopping on a plane with me, at least not in the current state of our relationship. Tomorrow is Friday; I have a plan of action, since trying to talk to him hasn't gotten anywhere. I have one idea left up my sleeve, and I'm hoping it will work. If it doesn't, I will have to let him go and start fresh. Letting him go is hard to think about, sort of like that Trek movie where Spock's half-brother takes over the Enterprise. *shudder* But if it's meant to go down that way, so be it. I will get over it with massive amounts of rocky road and my Babylon 5 DVDs. But it'll be tough. We shall see how my plan goes tomorrow. Maybe it will work . . .