Home sweet...

[nikki_chase]

Oh who am I kidding?

I finally reached my place after the tortuous hike back from all the non-fun that happened outside the nightclub. Standing directly across the street from my house I looked up and down the deserted block.

No sign of Cordy’s car...and I’m surprised by this--why?I wasn’t. Not really. Ever since she’s been all...un-coma-fied she

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[nikki_chase]

"Whatever you do, don't look her directly in the eyes! It'll only provoke her..."

I giggled a bit, but not to the extent where it looked like I was taking joy in her misfortune.

"Later Summers."

I heard her end of the line click, then I in turn hung up as well. After tossing the cell onto the neighboring chair I looked back to the eerie hovering pad and pen. Did that conversation just put him to sleep? Do ghosts even sleep...? I was about that say 'Wesley, you dead?', but seeing as how he already came here on the dead side I kept the question to myself.

[wyndam_pryce7]

Thinking about what Nikki had said, I couldn't help but overhear her conversation with Dawn on the phone. Ghostly senses seem to be better then my human ones, apparently. I began writing again...

'Is everything okay? Are you having trouble with school? If you are, I can help. I could haunt anyone bothering you...give help on tests as you're taking it because I'm invisible and just have to write.'

Sticking the note on her, I immediately began writing again.

'I'm bored. Let's do something. Any ideas? Want to haunt someone?'

Tearing the sticky note off, I stuck this one on the couch near her.

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My brow furrowed slightly as I read his next message.

"I'm fine...really. Schools not a cake walk like it use to be, but i'll deal...now stop making it seem like you're gonna stay this way, 'cause you're not."

Why does it seem that a ghosts threshold for boredom is a lot smaller than a humans? Granted, Wes is only the second ghost I've chatted with...but Spike got bored too. Then again, Spike's always bored if he's not battering a demon or--no, I don't want to think of the 'or'.

"If I had any ideas I wouldn't be home..."

My eventful evening home alone would have consisted of me watching the first two 'Lord of the Rings' movies till I fell asleep. Who needs Blockbusters when you got Andrew?

"Anyone in particular you want to spook? Or just parade about town looking for random unsuspecting victims?"

Did I really just say that? Wow...how pathetic are we?

[wyndam_pryce7]

I ignored her comment about me not staying a ghost. Because I was going to remain a ghost. I was surprised that she was so cool about 'hanging' with me. Had always thought she didn't like me...

'Why don't we go spook Dawn? She was the one who dumped you off without a ride, wasn't she? Deserves payback I would think,' I wrote on another sticky note.

Sticking it on her hand, I wondered if she'd go for the idea. Dawn was her best friend after all...

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It amazed me how long it took before I shook my head. If the girl hadn't just been running around town looking for insane Abby and she didn't have to go home to a sister with pre-rehearsed speeches...hell I'd be all for it! Damn the both of them! Ruining are...'would be' fun.

"She had a reason for the ditching...besides, I kind of brought it upon myself. Apparently my bright ideas get turned against me."

It's the last time I have one of those! Or...the last time I verbalize them anyway.

Standing up, I left the living room for a moment then returned with a small wipe board with its eraser and marker counterparts. I didn't really feel like carrying around a bag full of sticky notes so this was much more convenient. Handing him all three items, (Well I actually placed them on the couch close enough where I thought he...might be.) I grabbed my jacket and headed to the door.

"Let's go Pryce. I'm sure we can find somethin' to do."

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Taking the items she placed on the couch, I began writing again. After she had left, I thought she had gone to bed...but apparently not.

'Right behind you.'

Getting up from the couch, I walked up to the door and went through...unfortunately the items she had given me couldn't. I came out the other side empty-handed. Groaning, I went back through the door and picked up the items.

'Sorry,' I wrote.

Stepping out of the way, I waited for her to open the door.

[nikki_chase]

Smirking, I shook my head lightly. This should be...interesting to say the least. Wes and I on an outing while he was alive was a pretty farfetched thing to imagine, and now that he’s a ghost? Hmm, maybe ‘interesting’ is an understatement.

Once the board was off the ground, I opened the door and watched it hover out onto the porch. I soon followed and locked the door behind myself. As we walked the Casper theme song seemed to be on loop-play in the back of my mind.

Casper the friendliest ghost!
He couldn’t be bad or mean.
He’ll romp and play-sing and dance all day.
The friendliest ghost you’ve seen!

Maybe I’ve seen the movie one too many times, but...may as well ask...

“Is there something you wanted to do or...needed to do...but didn’t?"

Casper stayed behind 'cause he had to find his dad's creepy machine and that stupid baseball and glove. Phantom Dennis needed to make sure the real reason he died was brought to light... Maybe it doesn't always work that way.

[wyndam_pryce7]

Following her out of the house, I kept by her side as we walked to...somewhere. I wasn't sure where she was leading us. She seemed to be thinking hard about something...maybe what we could do? Her question caught me off-guard...and I realized that it was becoming a common occurence lately. I was learning more about Nikki then I had in years...

'Not that I know of. If I left the oven on...my bad.'

I had never considered this from that angle. Was I a ghost because I wanted or needed something...or someone? Fred came to mind...but she didn't care about me like that. I know and accept that. There wasn't really anything I could think of.

'Have you decided on something we could do yet?'

[nikki_chase]

The oven...? Nice to see him taking matters so seriously. So much for my Casper logic. Stupid Hollywood and its...stupidness

[wyndam_pryce7]

She led me to a...magic shop? I really didn't like where this was going. I would never forgive myself if something ever happened to Nikki. She disappeared inside before I could finish writing, 'what are you doing?'. She exited the magic shop sometime later with a bag...and began talking about casting some spell.

'I thought your name was Nikki? What are you doing Nicole? You shouldn't be messing with magic,' I wrote on my whitboard.

Taking the necklace, I began writing again.

'I don't want you getting hurt Nicole. I've done enough harm to you already.'

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“Yeah, yeah...’magic bad’, with the...flaying and the veins and the bad hair. Don’t go all ‘Giles’ on me. It’s just a glamour...Dawn does ‘em all the time. Uh...unless Buffy asks, in that case I’ll have to deny what I just said.”

Taking his board away I set it down on the ground. Hopefully he wouldn’t need it anymore...

“Well, here goes nothing”

I inhaled an uneasy breath then proceeded to pour half the bottles content over his necklace. Once finished I turned the bottle around and read the incantation.

“Sight and sound, be now restored.
What’s been taken from this plane, return thy form.
Permit thy wearer to see beyond the seen and hear beyond the heard.
Body of the being. Volume of the word.”

Who writes this crap and what ever happened to a simple wand wave and ‘Hocus Pocus!’?With that done I poured the rest of the sand over the necklace I held on to. The jar now empty, both pendents that hung from each silver chain began to glow a neon green color. The intensity of the glowing increased over the next minute and only came to an

[wyndam_pryce7]

She took the things away from me, and I immediately missed my little whiteboard. It was irrational, I know, but I think I had grown attached to it. Her spell was cast...and luckily she wasn't hurt. Besides being immensely relieved, I considered the spell a success. She told me to put the necklace on, so I did. I noticed no change whatsoever.

"Uh...you look very pretty tonight Nicole. I'm glad your spell went well."

Picking up my whiteboard, I clung to the familiar.

"Can you hear me?"

[nikki_chase]

I managed to contain myself from doing Woody's little 'We did it! We did it!' dance from Toy Story.

"Uh-huh! And I can see you too. Were you always teal though? I think thats something I would have noticed..."

Smirking slightly, I stuffed my hands into my pockets.

"Just kidding. You're all...normal colored, but kind of see-through-able. Guess that's to be expected."

To bad this mojo didn't affect the perception of everyone in L.A. The being see-through and the ability to go through walls aside...it would be like he wasnt all--you know--former. Everyones got their problems...

[wyndam_pryce7]

"Teal...?"

My eyes went wide and I quickly looked at myself. I didn't look teal...was that how she perceived me? A teal ghostly Wesley?

"Oh."

I must look really stupid to her. I'm sure she was used to more relaxed persons.

"So this is what you wanted to do? You couldn't come up with anything funner?"

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I frowned slightly then shrugged.

"Sorry. You ever try holding a conversation with an invisible person? Sure it sounds neat...but the novelty is all gone, so it was just gettin’ creepy."

Phantom Dennis wasn’t creepy, but its 'cause that’s the only way I ever knew him... Wes was alive earlier...and I didn’t need a tacky piece of jewelry to see him before. He was treating the situation as if he had caught a cold...and it would pass. He was dead, yet finding something to ease his boredom was what he found most important? And people say I’ve got my priorities mixed up.

“No, on second thought...I’m really not.”

Being nice was getting me nowhere. He needed some sense slapped into him, and ordinarily I’d be more than happy to volunteer! But seeing as how my hand would just phase through him, I’d have settle for a verbal assault... Gotta love those.

“God damn it Wesley what the hell is the matter with you? You’ve spent how many years ‘helping the hopeless’ and now you can’t even help yourself? My bad, its 'won’t' isnt it? Not can’t.You

[wyndam_pryce7]

"Yes, all the time," I answered