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So that was that. There had been the surprise visit from Wesley and now he was gone. I had to admit that despite the incredible awkwardness at first and even still some when he'd left, I was glad to see him. Glad to know that he wasn't drowning in alcohol constantly after hearing about Cordy. Also, nice to know he cared enough to stop by. Not that he'd ever admit that was the reason though. What had he come there for in the first place? Had it been simply to see how we were all doing. He left suddenly and acted like he was going out to see more about what was going on at Wolfram and Hart, but he found that out after getting here. Why had he come in the first place. Not that I'll know now. He'd left. There goes another. And where was I? Oh, just here sitting by myself in what should be a busy hotel will mini slayers running around and stuck with the cleanup. Speaking of the slayers, why weren't they here cleaning instead of me?
I scrubbed a bit more at the stain on the floor, but gave up after it seemed like I was making it worse from how dirty the water had gotten. Annoyed, I emptied the bucket and left it sitting for someone else to clean. Or you know, I'd do it tomorrow after seeing that no one had touched it.
Now I was back to.. nothing. The cases had stopped, the calls had slowed to a minimum, the vi-.. the visions had stopped. Just thinking about Cordy again made me want to march right on over to Wolfram and Hart to see if it was really true. Thinking about her possibly being back brought forth an entirely new set of emotions. Anger and rage were among them, but so were helplessness and all the other feelings I'd had the moment Angel told us she'd died. Finding out that she might be back then it really not being true was almost like losing her again. Or worse. What if she and Connor had been brought back only to have Angel forced to do something about it. They had been brought back by Wolfram and Hart after all. We all knew that never meant anything good.
Sighing, I looked around for something else to do, but found nothing. Right now I felt as if I could sleep for a straight twenty-four hours, but I couldn't exactly do that. Especially not when both Angel and Gunn were out who knows where and wouldn't be back till who knows when. Someone had to stay around and keep this place running.. or whatever it was doing lately.
I groaned and took a seat behind the counter. There wasn't much busy work to get my hands onto, but maybe there was something. Spotting a book, I flipped through it and found a passage I'd never read before written in Sumerian. It could be interesting or it could just be another one of those books that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. And that.. well, that didn't happen that often I guess.. to me anyway.
[Open to anyone who wants to unbored Fred. Give her somethin to do!]
I scrubbed a bit more at the stain on the floor, but gave up after it seemed like I was making it worse from how dirty the water had gotten. Annoyed, I emptied the bucket and left it sitting for someone else to clean. Or you know, I'd do it tomorrow after seeing that no one had touched it.
Now I was back to.. nothing. The cases had stopped, the calls had slowed to a minimum, the vi-.. the visions had stopped. Just thinking about Cordy again made me want to march right on over to Wolfram and Hart to see if it was really true. Thinking about her possibly being back brought forth an entirely new set of emotions. Anger and rage were among them, but so were helplessness and all the other feelings I'd had the moment Angel told us she'd died. Finding out that she might be back then it really not being true was almost like losing her again. Or worse. What if she and Connor had been brought back only to have Angel forced to do something about it. They had been brought back by Wolfram and Hart after all. We all knew that never meant anything good.
Sighing, I looked around for something else to do, but found nothing. Right now I felt as if I could sleep for a straight twenty-four hours, but I couldn't exactly do that. Especially not when both Angel and Gunn were out who knows where and wouldn't be back till who knows when. Someone had to stay around and keep this place running.. or whatever it was doing lately.
I groaned and took a seat behind the counter. There wasn't much busy work to get my hands onto, but maybe there was something. Spotting a book, I flipped through it and found a passage I'd never read before written in Sumerian. It could be interesting or it could just be another one of those books that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. And that.. well, that didn't happen that often I guess.. to me anyway.
[Open to anyone who wants to unbored Fred. Give her somethin to do!]