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[_wes_pryce_]

That went absolutely smashing. In a way I was quite relieved to be absolved of the duty to watch Alexia. Let's be honest here, when it comes to teenagers I really wasn't any good. Had we learned nothing from the Sunnydale incident? Apparently not, considering that it was Buffy who asked me to watch her daughter. A child, a girl who had been small

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[charlesgunn_]

I was layin' in bed for a real long time just flippin' channels. Tried settling on Sports Center but then they were goin' on and on about hockey and who really gives a shit about hockey anyway? Hockey wasn't the black man's sport. Hockey was the drunk white Canadians sport, everybody knew that. I'd tried gettin' in touch with Wes but no dice, and I couldn't shake the call to Angelus outta my head. That was some serious shit. Angelus and Faith had Angel all holed up somewhere and who the hell even knew what they were doin' to him. Ya know

[_wes_pryce_]

I was expecting what? When I walked into the room. A half conscious Gunn, lying in bed all wired up on tubes and wires and god only knows what? Luckily that wasn't the case and I let out relieved sigh as I walked further into the room. He didn't look good though, even though he was faking it pretty good. When it comes to that, I'm better.

Quietly, I closed the door and walked over to his side, giving him a once over. Of course there wasn't much to see with him hiding under that blanket. I had no way of telling how hard he was faking this 'I'm okay, get me out of here'. The fact that he was...errr... on pain medication didn't bode well at all.

"What happened? All I know is that I got a text message, from Angel, on my cell." And let me pause here that I'm still rather stunned about that. "He said you were in the hospital and what room but that was it?" Giving him another worried look, I glanced around for a chair but didn't find one. Sitting down on the edge of the bed carefully, I sighed. "How bad is it?"

[charlesgunn_]

He was givin' me that Mother Hen look that he'd perfected over the years considerin' we'd all gotten busted up on more 'n one occasion tryin' to do that help the hopeless thing. Ya know, the thing I still did while they were busy all sellin' out to the highest bidder. Not that I was bitter or nothin' just kinda missed that steady paycheck. Not like Angel could exactly offer a kickass severance package or nothin'. What exactly had I been expectin'? Oh right. I expected them not to sell out to Wolfram and Hart of all evil law firms!

Opened my mouth to tell him what happened when suddenly my heart just froze. He got a text message about me? A text message from Angel. That was a world of bad for real. I'd called Angel's cellie tryin' to get a line and instead got the psycho soulless twin instead, threatenin' me and my family if I ever came near him or his bitch again. If I even tried to run in and rescue Angel. Hey, it wasn't like I wasn't gonna try it was just that I planned on not gettin' killed in the process. Gonna take some

[_wes_pryce_]

He was avoiding my question, that bastard. How am I supposed to help him if he doesn’t tell me what’s wrong? Stubborn arse, and then they’ve something to say about me. I don’t think so, he’s far worse then I’ll ever be. I try giving him a glare, but he’s apparently caught up in something else entirely

[_wes_pryce_]

What... What just happened here? I tell him that I'm worried about him. I throw him a line in the hopes that he catches it and he throws it right back in my face? Why? What happened here? I don't understand. He should know that I never let anyone show this side of me. He of all people should know. Did he forget everything we went through? Did he think I wouldn't take a bullet for him again? That I'd forgotten all about our friendship

[charlesgunn_]

I turned around to face him and I really just didn't get it. What I didn't get was how he didn't get this. He made his choice, I made mine. Thought he was doin' a whole lot of wrong over at Wolfram and Hart. I mean hell, how many times they gotta try and kill us all before we get that the fact that they're the enemy. Shit. What's it take? And considerin' I wasn't exactly the brains of this operation? It was pretty scary that I was catchin' on before Wes

[_wes_pryce_]

"Excuse me?" I blinked at him and wondered just what kind of crap I've been giving him. I got him out of the hospital after he mentioned Angelus. How was I supposed to know it had been Angelus if he'd not mentioned it before? I helped him out of the hospital right after he mentioned Angelus.

And after that things got confusing. I tried to help him but he pulled his macho crap on me. I was ready to follow his plans, which he didn't even have! I worried about him, which wasn't allowed. Of course I was evil as well. I had no idea what crap he was talking about. I'd been nothing but at his side, I'd done nothing but go along.

"The moment you mentioned Angelus, I wasted no time getting you out of there. I didn't know anything before that, I didn't know about Angelus until I asked and you finally told me what was going on. I'm not clairvoyant you know. I asked you about your plans; ready to do whatever you thought was best. But it's not my fault you didn't have any plans. And you can bloody well think what you want about my making deals

[charlesgunn_]

He started blowin' off apology after apology at me but I knew it was mostly just blowin' smoke up my skirt. And hey, this brutha don't wear a skirt. Except that one time at that party....right, never tellin' that story. Ever. Specially not to Wesley. I took a deep breath, my eyes glancin' back and forth between the street outside waitin' for Terrel and back at Wesley who couldn't even apologize without makin' his snippy little comments. Boy had a serious snippin' problem and I hadn't listened to it for a long time now. I wasn't used to puttin' up with his crap anymore