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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

[charlesgunn_]

Narrowed my eyes when Wesley just pushed me back down on the bed and told me to hold it. Hold it? Did I look like a guy who had time to be holdin' it? We had to get outta" here quick and if I hadn't just gotten my ass kicked and if it wasn't Wes I'd be layin' his ass out right now for tryin' to tell me what to do. We were friends yeah, but I still got a rep to maintain. 'Specially now that I was back on the streets instead of workin' all cooshy like for Angel Investigations

[_wes_pryce_]

I frowned at his tone of voice, wondering why he sounded as though he thought I was whining. One cannot ask a simple question these days? I only wanted to know what the hell was going on. No one had told me anything making me feel very much like the pariah I'd been last year. Was it my fault that I finally had my family again only to see it crumbling around me once more

[charlesgunn_]

I raised an eyebrow in Wesley's direction when he asked me if I needed help gettin' dressed. Did I look like the kinda guy who needed to be looked after like some four year old or an eighty year old? Don't think so. He seemed to get the message because he just turned away as I started pullin' tubes and wires out of my arm. They couldn't keep me here and there was no way in hell I was lettin' Wes keep me here either. If he really wanted to mother me he could do it back at his crib. Safe from vampire invitation

[_wes_pryce_]

My frown deepened when he gave me a look. Now what? I was only asking he needed help, now that wasn’t good enough either? I guess I’m no longer good enough for him, no matter what I do. It hurt the way he looks at me as though he can barely tolerate to be around me. As though what I’ve been doing for years now, which would be worrying about him, is a complete and utter foreign concept to him

[charlesgunn_]

Kinda taken aback by how suddenly he was all just laid back and chill about me gettin' out of here. That was good, just kinda surprising. Meant he trusted me for once instead of ridin' my ass about anything and everything. We had to get out of here and fast. What was he so paranoid about anyway? My health? He knew I'd taken hits harder than this before. He should just relax. He'd be in the know as soon as the two of us were safe. Why couldn't he just chill for a second

[_wes_pryce_]

I kept walking behind him, but suddenly found myself in front of him while his hands gripped my arm hard. What the hell? What happened here? I blinked at the nurses as we passed the station, they didn’t even look up. Wasn’t Charles on some kind of medication? He shouldn’t leave here without it. Just because I’m stubborn and do so, doesn’t mean everyone has to follow my bloody example

[charlesgunn_]

"Hey, man! I'm in one piece. You know I've taken worse hits than this one." Really? What was gettin' smacked around by Faith the vampire slayer vampire compared with gettin' our asses smacked down by The Beast? Now that? That hurt like a motherfucker. This wasn't nothin', be all healed up in no time

[_wes_pryce_]

I flinched when he raised my voice at me. Luckily he was to caught up in his little tamper tantrum to notice. No worrying about Gunn, check. Let’s just forget for a moment then, that he did the very same when I got shot. He may not have been shot, but he doesn’t like a nice ray of sunshine either. Good lord, where did I pick up that horrible phrase. But anyway, fine, I shant worry about him, excuse me for doing so

[charlesgunn_]

Wes asked me what to do and I had no fucking clue. Wasn't afraid to admit it either. It wasn't like I was the man with the plan. Unless that plan was to get me the hell out of the hospital and quick like.

"I ain't got no clue." I admitted to him after a minute, glancin' at the surprised look that flickered across his eyes. What? Was he expectin' me to be all gung-ho chargin' in on Angelus and Faith after I just got beat down for real? Hell no!

"I was kinda hopin' you might have a game plan."

Things were bad. Beyond bad. I was injured, Angel was captured, Wes was....well, Wes was pretty much the only thing we had goin' for us at the moment. And by us? I meant me. Wasn't sure what else to do in this situation and I was kinda afraid to bring my boys in on it. Didn't want 'em gettin' hurt was all even though gettin' hurt was sort of the name of the game. I didn't want Wes to get hurt either but let's be honest? We all knew who was the brainiac around here and who was the muscle.

[_wes_pryce_]

He has no clue. He has no clue? Then why did he keep on…err….how did he call that? Ranting and raving? That’s what he was doing and now he has no clue? Oh, let me guess. I have to come up with a plan. Of course, I’m good enough for that. Can’t worry about the git, but I can come up with a plan. I’m sorry to say, I’m all out of plans

[charlesgunn_]

"Yo man." I said suddenly gripping onto his arm sorta for support but mostly to get his attention. "Why do I get the feelin' we started off on the wrong foot? Look, I don't like what you do with Wolfram and Hart but you already knew that. Reason I wanted to be out of the hospital so quick is cause obviously Angelus sent you out there for a reason and I'm thinkin' it ain't a good one. Dig?" I asked him as he led me inside but I had the feelin' he didn't dig at all.

I sighed. Were things ever gonna be normal again? Doubtin' it. Not that things were ever really normal but at least back then I'd known who I was and who my friends were. Now it was like I said. Ain't got one clue.

"If you want me to bail just give me the word and I'll call a cab back to my crib. Just thought maybe...we could work things out together like we used to. Ya know? Back in the day, just us against the bad guys."

Just us, and Cordelia, and Angel, and...Fred. I didn't wanna ask about her just yet. Kind've avoiding that topic.

[_wes_pryce_]

Frowning, I blinked as he suddenly reached out to hold onto my arms. My own arms came up automatically to support him, since I had this inkling of an idea he was trying to hide his swaying. Manly bullshit, if I may use us wording. It’s just him and me here, who’s going notice if he’s weaker then usual? It’s not as though I’ve not seen it before for Christ sake