I won't care for you the way I'm really supposed to

[neverbeenfree]

The first thing I noticed was that my head was pounding and not just the way it usually did if I got my ass beat the night before or hit a few rounds to many of Jack at whatever bar was gonna serve my underaged ass. Nope. This was like blinding my head is full of puddle water and I can't see shit pain. I had to blink a few times before I realized

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[_wes_pryce_]

Well, at least Jenny had calmed down some. Or at least wasn’t giving me any trouble. Which is more then I could say for the other two girls. It was rather disconcerting to watch Fred, who was usually so mild mannered and quiet, scream like a banshee at times and alternating that with the death glared, mostly aimed at Faith.

A Faith who was anything but happy to be in the cage. And watching the glares of doom between her and Winifred? I was rather glad I had opted against putting them both in the cage. God, it would’ve been a slaughter. Try to explain that to the principal when he walked in while I cleaned up the mess. That would not have been pretty, considering the man’s talent to walk in on the most inopportune times.

I kept my eye on both Fred and Jenny, since Faith was safely tucked away in the cage. Thankfully. Did I mention that? Because I was very thankful for that. Whomever put that cage there was a genius.

“You do not have an appointment,” I murmured, thumbing through the book she’d given me. “And you’re not going anywhere. Sit down, you too Jenny. You’re both driving me insane. I can’t help Xander if you both keep going on like this.” They both looked at me rebelliously and I sighed. “*Sit* down!” Well, that worked, otherwise I was going to have put pull out some spells of my own because really, just who was the magical expert around here? Certainly not Fred, look at the mess. Christ.

Faith decided to pipe and I glanced over at her not at all fooled by the sad look she was currently aiming at me. “I’m going to do *a* spell,” I informed, her, already making a list of ingredient and praying I had them here at hand. “I’m going to fix this mess and return things to the way they should be,” I added, leaving it up to their own rather clouded minds how ‘things should be’.

[freddles]

I just rolled my eyes at Faith who was still locked up in the cage. Scary slayer who couldn't do anything but bang on a cage door. Turning back to Mr. Pryce, I pouted a little once he said I didn't have an appointment. I could have one, you know. A really important one. One that he'd get in trouble for if I missed. I didn't have one, but I could.

Jumping a little at his voice, both Ms. Calendar and I sat down at the table as he looked through the spell book. Why was he so grouchy? It wasn't my fault that Ms. Calendar and Faith couldn't keep their hands off of MY Xander.

Hadn't he found how to do what he needed to do yet? Faith's stupid vampire boyfriend was who knows where with Xander by now. Chewing on my lip, I sat forward and looked at the spell then up at Mr. Pryce. "How much longer?" He gave me a look and I just sat back. Ugh. "I mean.. so that we can get everything back to normal," I added but it didn't seem to be doing much good.

Ms. Calendar was just as bad! She was giving all of us her evil teacher eye. I just glared right back at her. Xander couldn't possibly see anything in her. Or Faith. And his little Cordelia crush had to be over by now.

Turning in my seat, I looked back at Faith who was trying to pull some sad face crap. Yeah, if I couldn't lie about having a doctor's appointment then that really wasn't going to work. "Do you need any help?" I asked curiously. He was still staring down at the spell. What was taking him so long?

[prodigal_slayer]

How things should be? I narrowed my eyes and studied Wes. How should things be according to him? I mean, he was my watcher. I was the whole reason he was even in this town. Shouldn't he be helping me? That was like his job. It was his job. He was supposed to help me and now he was gonna help me with Xander. Right?

I turned a glare over to Fred before sighing and turning away from the cage door. This was fucking boring. Great. So Angel was jealous of me and Xander's love so he had to punch me out and lock me up in a cage to do what? This thing wouldn't hold me forever. Stalking back and forth behind the bars like a panther I bared my teeth thinkin' about how I was gonna get outta this one. Shit. Why did Angel have to get in the way of everything?

Turning back to look at them I felt the blood rushin' through my veins hotter and hotter. I needed Xander. God, it hurt. Couldn't they tell I was in pain? Nothing felt right when he wasn't around. I couldn't take it anymore I had to get it out.

There was a file cabinet in the cage and angrily I snarled and grabbed it, hurling it against the cage door.

"You let me out of here right now, Wesley!" I yelled, slamming my hands against the cage again and listening to it rattle. Why wouldn't it fucking budge?! I was the damn slayer. I should be able to knock it right over.

[_wes_pryce_]

“No thank you,” I replied to Fred when she offered her help. “I think you’ve helped quite enough for today.” I flashed her a smile, though I think the meaning behind my words was clear. Or well, it would’ve been if she’d been in her right mind. Which neither of the people here was. Rather disconcerting that.

Nodding, I went over the list of ingredients, which for some reason was far longer then the other one. Why is it that when you want to put things right it requires far more then when you mess things up? It was without a doubt some kind of universal law. Either way, it would seem I don’t have any chicken feet laying about here. I had all the damn herbs, but not the bloody chicken feet.

Wondering what to do, I glanced over at Jenny and Fred who sat pouting at the table. I couldn’t take both of them with me, they’d make a run for it. And I couldn’t put them in the cage with Faith either. A bloodbath would ensue within seconds. Speaking of bloodbath.

“My files,” I hissed under my breath, watching the lot of them flutter on the floor as one impatient slayer had yet another tamper tantrum. Oh, I’ve had quite enough now! When this is over? They are *all* going to be in big, big trouble. I’ve had it up to here! Do they have any idea how long I’ve worked on filing those bloody papers!

Slamming the book down, I glared at Faith and then strode into my office. I think I have something there I could use. In one swift move I grabbed the handcuffs out of my desk drawer and paced back into the library again. Fred was staying here, she was nothing but trouble right now. At least Jenny seemed to be quite and on her best behavior. I needed an assistant to do this damn spell, she was the best I had.

“Alright,” I started brightly, grabbing Fred’s arm and hauling her off her chair. “Let’s get to work shall we? Must make all this better for all of you..” On handcuff clicked around Fred’s wrist, while I attached the other around some leaden but very sturdy looking pipe near the wall and far enough away from the cage. At least there wouldn’t be any scratched out eyes when I got back.

“Why don’t you both keep each other in check,” I said cheerfully, ignoring the glared I got from both of them. Though I do think Faith was smirking. “Make sure the other doesn’t get to close to your precious Xander. In the mean time, Miss Calender and I will….work on things.” Not waiting for a reply, I grabbed Jenny around the elbow, picked up the book and hastened to the window Angel and Xander had disappeared to.

What? As if I was stupid enough to leave through the door where a gaggle of Xander groupies were still wailing like a couple of banshees.

“You two behave now, come on, Jenny.”