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[watcher_pryce]

Continued from HereApparently ‘it’ was gone and she could not live without ‘it’. What this ‘it’ was however, she never said. Please don’t tell me she lost one of those damn unicorns which litter her desk. She even had one on the bloody pen! Sighing, I rubbed my forehead and stared at her as she prattled on. I really don’t have the energy for this

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[_harm_kendall_]

I turned my eyes to him and I tried not to get annoyed, ever since I became a vampire I seem to get pissy kinda easily. Need to curb that. Then again it's kinda hard when you don't have a soul and all, though some people in high school most likely thought I didn't have one then. They didn't think Cordy did then either, but I knew better. She was my best friend after all, still was even after the Xander slip.

"It's a unicorn." I muttered, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "It's pink and it has my initials along with Cordy's on it. To you - a human I guess - it's stupid and petty or whatever, but Cordy meant a lot to me, she was like my best friend. We grew up together, like sisters. I miss her and Angel's the boss and all - I get that, I do - but he won't even let me go see her. Just not fair."

Shaking my head I wiped my eyes, swallowing and getting myself under control again. I hated getting like this, I do. I get real emotional real quick now. It sucks sometimes, it really does.

I stood up and fixed my outfit before moving to sort some papers on my desk, anything to keep from feeling this awkward around him. I knew he was friends with Cordelia and everything, he missed her too. Guess that was something we had in common, the other one was being the wish she'd come back.

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“Of course it’s a unicorn,” I said dryly. What else could it be? She’s practically drowning in the unicorns. I cannot believe Angel would let her keep all this on her desk. It’s hardly professional, but if he thinks it’s fine, then who am I to complain. I’ll have a word about it with him though, but not now. Now, apparently, we need to find a unicorn…pen.

But then she gives me a speech and I can only stare at her. She does recall being a soulless vampire yes? This is quite abnormal for a creature such as her to show such emotions. I can’t help but wonder what game she’s playing. Of course I recall the stories Willow used to tell Cordy and Giles verified about Spike. Pre-soul, helping out the Scoobies - and what kind of ridiculous name was that? - but only because he had a chip.

Intriguing. I’m going to keep an eye on her. First it’s the trying to get me to sleep, or eat or whatever. Then the odd package with the tea, and now this.

“Well don’t worry, we’ll find you your pen,” I nodded confidently. As I glanced at her desk, I noticed a whole lot of pens with Unicorns. Running a hand through my hair, I wrinkled my nose and glanced back at Harmony. “You’re going to have to be more specific though, considering there are a lot of Unicorn Pens on your desk.” And I’m not, repeat not, getting in the way of Angel and Harmony when it comes to visiting Cordelia. Maybe I’ll just mention it casually to him. See why he doesn’t want her to visit Cordy.

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I sighed and leaned against the edge of my desk, brushing my hair away from my face and looking up before looking over at Wes. I couldn't blame him for not understanding, I don't think anyone understood my friendship with Cordy. We were like sisters even though during high school we always found ways to backstab each other. It was usually over a boy though, and boys could never come between our friendship.

Biting my lip I gave him a tiny smile when he sounded sure we were going to find my pen. "Thanks." Wincing I looked at the batch of pens and nodded, knowing that I had to give him a better discription of the pen. "Well umm, it was pink pink, like uhhh neon and soft pink. It's wicked pretty. The initals were gold..."

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked down, digging the toe of my manolo blahniks into the floor. "I'm sorry Wes, I just...It's stupid I know but I don't have much left. It's what I have of my best friend. Might not have a heartbeat but things like that still mean something to me." I gave him a half smile and met his eyes. "Thanks for helping."

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“Pink,” I echoed again, feeling like a bloody parrot. I looked at the pens on her desk and sighed. Pink. She had so much pink here I was actually surprised she’d not convinced Angel to get her a pink computer yet. I have very little doubt she’d actually tried to get it from him. Including a pink keyboard, pink mouse, pink files. God, it would be like working in candy land. Poor Angel.

I was about out that ‘pink, pink, like neon pink’ was pretty much the theme around here when she mentioned golden initials. Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. “Who’s initials were on there again?” Could be hers, could be…Cordy’s. It was a typical Cordy gift, I thought wistfully. She once got me a pen with golden initials too. Of course mine wasn’t pink. I doubt Harmony was a famous parker pen as mine was. But that wasn’t important. It was the thought that counts.

“You’re welcome,” I wove of her thanks absentmindedly as I glanced around. Now, where could a pen have gotten to. If it’s like mine, it could turn up just about everywhere. Which is why the pen Cordelia had given me never came to work. I’d managed to find one of my pens down in the basement. I still don’t know how it got there, but I’m suspecting Spike. “Now, where did you see it last? What were you writing? Maybe you took it with you and accidental left it when you went to take the note?”

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I blinked at him when he asked me what initials. Ummm hello? He's supposed to be smart watcher guy or something. Mine dumbass. "HLK." I said out loud, keeping the rest to myself. I didn't want him just up and leaving me lost without this pen. "I know it's not like much to you but...Since I like died and didn't have much left of my old life and whatever...It means a lot to me." I sulked, moving some files around and hoping it would just 'poof' magically appear.

Biting my lip I stared down at my nails, concentrating on them and trying to figure out where I had it last. "Well...I wrote out a few lists last night at home and then I put it in my new Guess? bag - pink to match my shoes - and umm...I had it this morning. I signed for your box this morning and...Ohhh! I had it when you signed papers before. You know, like earlier and stuff. Yeah, that's the last I remember seeing it and stuff."

I ran my fingers through my hair and started twirling a locke of hair and looked around. "I just...damnit, I don't know where it went. I know this place is like strangely weird with the evil and whatever but I don't think it like got legs, and walked away..." I cocked my head to the side and looked at him. "Could it?"

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My eyebrows shot up at her tone of voice. Seriously, it wasn’t that odd of a question. For all I know Cordelia’s initials could be on there. Or in Harmony’s case BWaC, I know Cordelia’s sense of humor. She’d put something like that on there and then tell Harmony with a straight face that it was very, very special. God, I miss Cordelia. I really do. She’d have us back to a team in no time at all.

“Yes, I got that the first ten times you told me that,” I said dryly as she droned on about how special this pen was and what we thought about her. Seriously, I don’t like being told what I think about someone or something. Especially not repeatedly. But baring in mind that she was upset I let it slide this time. All this for a pen. I doubt Gunn or Angel would be looking for the thing here. But since I know the value of such a things, I apparently am.

I kept looking around while she thought about where she’d seen the blasted thing last. What the hell is a Guess? Bag? Never mind, I really don’t think it’s imperative that I know this. At all. Alright, so basically she had it last when I signed some papers. “Stuff,” I echoed her, giving her a look. That word is really starting to become none meaningful the way she keeps throwing it out every other word.

"Well if that is where you left it last…” I started, thinking that perhaps she should look on the place she left those papers. Wouldn’t be surprised if she dropped it in the filing cabinet. “…Then…what? Legs?” I just stared at her for quite some time and *actually* pondered the possibility of that before shaking my head to clear it. “No, Harmony. I don’t think it’s suddenly gotten legs. Now, where did you put those papers from this morning?”

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I gave him a look before turning to try and remember where I put the papers he signed for. I mean it could have gotten legs, this is Wolfram and Hart you know. I mean really, stranger things have happened. Just look what happened at the Halloween party we had, everyone went all whacky and what not.

The pen has to be around here somewhere, it's stupid to Wesley but it's not to me. To give him credit and all I am like really thankful that he is even looking for it with me. I mean if I asked Angel he'd just yell at me and tell me to get him lunch or get him some phone number from non-human resources. The help wasn't going unappreciated, I was just like really majorly panicked right now.

"Well, the papers are over here, I think, they need to go down to the demon's in accounting to get stamped before they can be filed." I tossed my hair over my shoulder and started sorting through the basket that was my disorganized 'messenger' pile. Where was Marvin anyway? He's usually here earlier then this, I mean it's nearly lunch time and he should have come to take all of these from me.

Moving part of the pile to the side, I started to sort through them, setting them on the side till I found the bright pink paper clip that held the pile that Wes did before. "Here you go Wes, this is the pile and I don't see the pen."

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I could only stare when she riffled through some papers. Good god, what a mess! My eyelid twitched in annoyance and my hands were aching to just grab it from her and bloody organize it. Not even my books strewn across the office were this much of a mess. And besides, no one needed to know where they were but me. These papers, if she got ill or had fainted because she missed some sale at Neimans, how was her temporary replacement going to find anything?

Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down by the remind that she wasn’t my secretary, but Angel’s. It was his problem and to be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could find what he was looking for in that disorganized mess. He files his papers about the same way, even if he could never find anything in Cordy’s files. Then again, Cordelia had an unique way of filing which nearly drove me to insanity several times. I wonder if Harmony took the same class.

The pile of papers was tossed on the desk, including the hideous pink paperclip - hardly professional but I’m letting it slide-. The poor girl was distraught enough. “Well no,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “It doesn’t seem to be there.” Where could the bloody thing have gone to? I doubt anyone would steal it unless…

“You’ve not angered anyone lately have you? Aside from Angel,” I wave him away, because she always angers him and he wouldn’t go around stealing pens. “Co-workers who are out for your job? And who would be childless enough to steal your pen?” I tried to prod.

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It was obvious - even to me - that Wesley was annoyed at how I kept the desk. But hey, I can pretty much find anything that I'm asked to find. Alright, it might take me a moment or two but hey, as long as it's found.

Duh it's not there. Geez, and they think he's the genious. It's obvous that the pen isn't here with everything else, we've gone through it already.

I stand up and look over at him, listening to what he's saying about angery people in the office. "Um, Wes? We work at Wolfram and Hart, of course there are going to be angery people in the office." Geez. Someone needs sleep, not on the couch kind either. "Everyone wants my job, I'm in with team Angel, I'm working with the big guys." My eyes go wide and I clamp my hand over my mouth. "OHMYGOSH!" I point my finger at Wesley and start shifting on my feet. "It was Mort! It had to be Mort. He was supposed to come pick up papers from me and he didn't. I've been telling him no every time he askes me out. It was him!"

Unable to read the look on Wesley's face I move over to the back of my desk space and pull out a sharp letter opener. "I'm gonna rip his eyes out. Just because I wouldn't go out with him - I know I'm a great catch andall - doesn't give him the right to like take my most preciousest pen!"

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Just spending half an hour with her and I have decided that Harmony should come with her very own brand of aspirin. So heavy it will knock you out for days. At least then I wouldn’t have to through this utter insanity just because of some pen! Yes, she’d gotten it from Cordelia, yes it had sentimental value but truly, there was a limit. And I was just about to reach it.
I actually jumped when she suddenly started to yell. Looking at her with wide eyes, hands clutched over my heart I watched with fascinated horror as she laid out her logic. Mort? Who was Mort again? I highly doubt Harmony would read Discworld novels so that couldn’t be it. Obviously this Mort was one of the many, many fools who had the unfortunate pleasure of asking her out to dinner and gotten rebuffed.

Giving her a dry look as she wove the letter opener around as though she was actually capable of wielding it, I snorted. “My, my, this Mort sounds like a truly devious and dangerous sort of fellow,” I told her sarcastically. And this from the vampire who just scolded me for forgetting what firm we worked for? “If I were you, I’d check my mail in case he’s left behind a ransom note. Harmony, put that down that thing before you poke out your eyes. They’ll grow back, but I promise you it won’t be pleasant.’

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"He is! He's devious." Biting my lip I turn towards the inbox to check on the newly arrived mail when I paused and turned towards Wesley with a pause.

Was he mocking me? He was like so mocking me!

"Hey, you're mocking me." I drop the letter opener and cross my arms over my chest. "Why is it that nobody in this office takes me seriously? I mean really, I do everything I can with what I have and I can't seem to get anyone to take me seriously or even consider that I have a thought or feelings." Then again why should I expect anyone to do that, Angel won't even think of me as an equal or anything and I'm a vampire too.

I turn to my desk and pull out my purse from my bottom drawer before flipping off the light next to the phone. "Just because I don't have a soul doesn't make me less - okay, much less - than everyone else here. It's hard to work to do what I do and be who I am, I don't have a nifty soul to help me along."

Tossing my hair off my shoulder I make my way past Wesley, I needed to go home, I had to get out of here before I started to cry. I refused to cry in front of him over this, especially this.

I press the button for the elevator and look back towards my desk. "I'm...I'm going home. I think you should get some real sleep too Mr. Pryce, in your apartment not your office."

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Well, of course I am mocking her. It’s what I do, I mock everyone. Not as badly as Spike, whom apparently she can forgive anything even the mocking. It’s a British thing, especially if it involves letter opening wielding vampires without a soul. Who are trying to be nice on occasion. And let’s face it, when vampires without a soul are nice? They want something.

Harmony is no exception to the rule. Even if she seems to think so.

And where is she going?

Wait one bloody moment. I spend god knows how long to find her stupid pen and now she’s stomping off in a tamper tantrum because I’m not allowing her to hurt this Mort? “If you had a nifty soul, Harmony,” I tell her sternly, crossing my arms in front of my chest, “you wouldn’t go around wanting to kill people at random because they may have touched your bloody pen! And I have no intention of sleeping. The search for your ridiculous pen has already lost me a ludicrous amount of time. Time, I feel the need to add, you lost as well. I don’t think Angel or anyone else has given you the day off, Miss Kendal so I suggest you return to your desk and do your bloody job.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I storm off into my office, ignoring a grinning Spike whom apparently feels the need to storm after me. Git. Why doesn’t he go and pester Harmony, at least she likes her.. Blondie bear to do so. Christ, the nickname alone makes me sick.

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I stand at the elevator door and listen to him speak, my head screaming and knowing what I want to say but my mouth feels too upset for me to actually speak. They think they know me so well, but they don't.

Turning I see Wesley give up and head to his office, Spike following him and instead of following I head into the elevator and decide to go home. Maybe I've been working too many hours, trying too hard to strive to be important to them here when it's obvious that I'm not.

Convienent.

I sigh unneededly and lean against the back of the elevator wall and wait until we get down to the garage. I needed a break, at least for the moment. Everything was drama and stress here with Angel and his crew, Spike being back didn't help.

All of this was making it hard for a girl like me to shed her past and become someone new, someone that even I could be happy with. The way I feel right now makes me realize I'm not far off from Angel; I don't get to be happy.

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