The happy highways where I went and cannot come again...
Who: Cordelia - Open for anyone
Where: Cordelia's Office
When: A day or two later, mid-morning
Status: Just beginning
Cordelia sat at her desk looking immeasurably bored. Her brown eyes panned over the office, passing the time. It was a nice large office, one of the nicest besides Angel's, the vampire had made sure of that. The view was lovely too and ( Read more... )
Where: Cordelia's Office
When: A day or two later, mid-morning
Status: Just beginning
Cordelia sat at her desk looking immeasurably bored. Her brown eyes panned over the office, passing the time. It was a nice large office, one of the nicest besides Angel's, the vampire had made sure of that. The view was lovely too and ( Read more... )
At least Cordelia didn't like the fact that the firm seemed to travel down the road of 'divide and conquer' any better then he did. Letting out a relieved sigh, he nodded curtly in agreement. The question however was, what could they do about it?
Wesley didn't think Gunn would take kindly to being summoned to a 'team meeting'. The man already thought they were distrustful of him due to the brain upgrade. The sad fact was that Wesley was very apprehensive about that. What Fred would do, he had no idea. He rarely talked to Fred, and even then only when it involved work.
Angel was a different matter entirely.
"Mystics?" Wesley blinked and looked at her surprised. "That's...actually, I think that used to be part of my department. Still is?" And Cordelia was right. What did she know about mystics? Other then what could be found on the internet, and those were demons. He couldn't help but grin slightly when he thought about the many arguments they'd had when it came to demons.demons.demons dot com.
"Well, you shouldn't feel guilty for spending their money," Wesley agreed, "we work hard for that. Besides, they owe us. But I don't like the way things are going now. Do you-- do you suppose we should call a team meeting? Outside the building." And if the walls really did have ears, they might be in big trouble now.
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"Well if it's your department, maybe we can collaborate more. Then you don't stayed holed up in your office getting scruffy and old." Really, she just needed to see her friends more.
When Wesley condoned her spending from the Wolfram & Hart budget, she smiled. Over the years the two of them had begun to share an understanding on being crafty. As he spoke about the meeting though, his tone turned very serious. Cordelia listened and nodded.
"Wesley, I think it would be a great idea to all go out for dinner or something, like old times." She spoke brightly, but it was mostly to make their plans sound innocuous to any listeners.
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He didn't touch the 'old' comment. There were times Wesley wondered if he'd ever been young. He *felt* old lately. And long before that, he realized, though he couldn't put his finger on the 'why' of that matter. Strangely enough to him the others all seemed so much younger. Gunn, Fred, Cordelia, even Angel. Though the vampire would always look as though he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"Hmmm, yes. Like old times," he echoed, thinking about said old times. Take out at the Hotel, sometimes so late it could actually be called breakfast. Playing stupid video games with Gunn. Getting dragged to the mall for god only knows what by Cordelia, only to end up carrying all her bags. Listening to Fred and her theories. The quiet late research nights with Angel. He really did miss the old times.
"We can chalk it up to team building. There's been a great lack of 'team' lately," he pointed out, as though this wasn't already obvious. "I suppose we could leave the rest a memo, but sometimes I wonder if they read those at all. I think we should personally ask them?"
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