ROTM 1.35.3 - "Everything really went wrong when..."
1.35.3 - Write a ficlet that starts with the sentence: "Everything really went wrong when...".
Everything really went wrong when I got back to L.A., and for some reason, Wesley was wearing my coat.
It's not that I'm not a person who can share his things, or even that Wesley looked all that bad in it. Sure, he couldn't quite fill it out, especially through the shoulders, but it wasn't a terrible look. Besides, he hadn't asked, which would have made things just fine. He just took one of my long black coats without permission, and all of a sudden, he was in charge of things.
I just wanted my coat back.
There were... problems. At the time, I'd thought that they were all in my head. For the week or two previous, I'd been dreaming and thinking almost non-stop about Darla. It was starting to be trouble, so naturally, I went to Lorne for help. It was bad enough that I was willing to sing. He didn't ask me to. Instead, he gave me the address of a swami who would help me out.
The twist-- because there's always a twist with these stories, right?-- was that the real T'ish Magev was dead, and the square-jawed knuckle-dragger I ended up talking to was just some bruiser whose job was to keep me busy and maybe, his boss hoped, dust me. Easier said than done.
I've never thought about catching a guy on the end of a fishing line, but damn if it wasn't just a little gratifying after actually sharing some of my troubles with the imposter swami.
I get back from Ojai and the would-be swami to find that everything had gone to hell. Someone had come to the agency looking for me to protect a girl named Virginia from the guy who hired the fake swami to keep me from doing just that, and when Virginia's father insisted, Wesley pretended to be me to keep Cordelia from being shot. Unfortunately, what this Virginia really needed protection from was her own father, who was going to sacrifice her to a demon, but he ended up being screwed since... well... Virginia had been, and he needed a virgin.
But during this whole thing, Wesley was walking around, taking off his glasses, ordering people around and talking in this lower, rougher, more confident voice. It was weird to take his cue back then, before we actually put him in charge. And me, I was just trying to keep up with who all the players were and why, as me, Wesley had felt it important to have sex with Virginia.
Really, though, what I wanted was my coat back.
Angel
'Angel' the series
Word Count: 439
Everything really went wrong when I got back to L.A., and for some reason, Wesley was wearing my coat.
It's not that I'm not a person who can share his things, or even that Wesley looked all that bad in it. Sure, he couldn't quite fill it out, especially through the shoulders, but it wasn't a terrible look. Besides, he hadn't asked, which would have made things just fine. He just took one of my long black coats without permission, and all of a sudden, he was in charge of things.
I just wanted my coat back.
There were... problems. At the time, I'd thought that they were all in my head. For the week or two previous, I'd been dreaming and thinking almost non-stop about Darla. It was starting to be trouble, so naturally, I went to Lorne for help. It was bad enough that I was willing to sing. He didn't ask me to. Instead, he gave me the address of a swami who would help me out.
The twist-- because there's always a twist with these stories, right?-- was that the real T'ish Magev was dead, and the square-jawed knuckle-dragger I ended up talking to was just some bruiser whose job was to keep me busy and maybe, his boss hoped, dust me. Easier said than done.
I've never thought about catching a guy on the end of a fishing line, but damn if it wasn't just a little gratifying after actually sharing some of my troubles with the imposter swami.
I get back from Ojai and the would-be swami to find that everything had gone to hell. Someone had come to the agency looking for me to protect a girl named Virginia from the guy who hired the fake swami to keep me from doing just that, and when Virginia's father insisted, Wesley pretended to be me to keep Cordelia from being shot. Unfortunately, what this Virginia really needed protection from was her own father, who was going to sacrifice her to a demon, but he ended up being screwed since... well... Virginia had been, and he needed a virgin.
But during this whole thing, Wesley was walking around, taking off his glasses, ordering people around and talking in this lower, rougher, more confident voice. It was weird to take his cue back then, before we actually put him in charge. And me, I was just trying to keep up with who all the players were and why, as me, Wesley had felt it important to have sex with Virginia.
Really, though, what I wanted was my coat back.
Angel
'Angel' the series
Word Count: 439