Fragile

[slayer_wannabe_]

After the 'discussion' with Lorne, I've been aloud out of my cell a bit more frequently. It wasn't until a week after that I took full use of that. The tremors have gone, as well as any other side effects of the drugs. I'm... clean, for the first time in months I have a clear head, and do you want to know what I'm thinking?

What have I done?Crazy

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[vampdetective]

I start down the stairs, annoyed as hell at Christian, after hearing screeching from the basement. And bump into Cordy coming up. "What's happening--is Kennedy back to her old tricks?" I sniff, smelling him on her. Dammit. Possibly two hims, what's up with that?

[queencor]

"Out of my way. I want her gone. Out of this hotel, I don't care if you drag her out into the back and shoot her, I just want her gone!" I snap, trying to get past him.

[vampdetective]

"Alright, I heard that part, all the way upstairs, Cordy, while I was letting your latest conquest out," I say, taking hold of her shoulders. "What you aren't saying is why." Or why the hell you felt the need to get so close to Ryan last night you fucking reek of him. And him of you, in spite of his change of clothes.

[queencor]

"He wasn't a conquest, I didn't do him, okay? Things got out of hand and even if I did do him and hey let's throw Andrew in while we're at it, it'd be none of your business. I want her gone because what's she doing here? Sitting in a cage being a bitch to everyone who comes down here, and more or less just taking up space. We're not prison wardens, even though that's where she should be."

[vampdetective]

I eye her coolly. "She's there to detox. And yeah, like any prison in the world would get hold of her once she was defended by Wolfram and Hart lawyers, not to mention she was killing unrecognized species, not people." She seems to be forgetting the strange business we're in.

I consider her for a few minutes. "You want to throw Kennedy out, then maybe I should get a new place of my own where I can keep an eye on her. Since you seem to have lost faith in my judgment." Might be harsh, but she's trying to throw her weight around, and I'm not going to be dictated to. Plus, the lawyer stench is pissing me off, big time.

"And no, it's none of my business who you do or do not sleep with, whether or not he's an evil lawyer." I release her shoulders and turn around, heading back to the office.

[queencor]

I follow him, distinctly unhappy. "No, you know what? I'M leaving! Stay here with your little charity case down in the basement in a cage! Stay here and be all high and mighty and...and...gah!!" I cover my eyes. Pain pain pain. "As for my faith in your judgement, it's not always tip top you know, I remember certain escapades where it left you completely, and you know, I have to wonder if this isn't just your weakness for Slayers shining through. I mean really, you've already tapped out this dimension, right? Why not start on the wannabes?"

[vampdetective]

I glare at her. "Not usually big on the girls who knock me out with a lead pipe the first time we meet," I say, ignoring her obvious pain. "She's getting better down there, let her be. It's not like you need to check up on her or anything. Oz and Melaka have it covered."

I flip through the notes Wes left on the urn...there's nothing solid yet. "So, you find out anything useful from Ryan while you were falling all over him?" I ask.

[queencor]

"Need I remind you of Faith? She hit L.A. and knocked everyone around but good, including me!" I snap. "Tortured Wes, but yet you felt the need to bang her eventually too. Oh why do I even bother! Nevermind. No! I didn't get anything useful while 'falling all over him'." I need to leave. I need to leave or I'm going to break things. Maybe his head.

[vampdetective]

I sigh. "Faith changed. She did her time, she got out. Besides, I'm pretty sure Miss Potential downstairs swings the other way. She's probably hot for you or Melaka." Nothing solid, just a sense I got from the looks I'd seen Kennedy give people. People who were not me.

"Great, so it was just fun getting drunk with the evil lawyer and not even an information gathering tactic." I glare at her some more.

[queencor]

"I was thanking him for giving us the tipoff we needed." I say. "Flies with honey or whatever? Not all of us have 'I'll gut you and leave you for dead' threat to fall back on." I stare at him as he glares back. "...I'm going home." I turn and stride out of the office.

[vampdetective]

"Uh huh, and for a thank you, you feel the need to drink with him until the bar closes, and then--sorry, Cordy, the guy had cleaned up but he still smelled like you," I call after her. I stare at the stupid inscrutible urn, wishing Christian was still here so I could pound his head with it. Dammit, what was wrong with her? Didn't she see he was an evil bastard who didn't give a shit about anything, because his soul already belonged to the firm?