Who: Gunn, Wesley, Angel, Spike Where: On their way to fight some evil When: Just after they leave the office What: Of to prevent a prophecy Status: Complete
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Spike was less than thrilled to discover that people had gone off to fight a vamp and hadn't thought to invite him along. Sure, it would have been a bit of an overkill, considering how easily he would've offed it without leaving much in the way of work for the others to do, but still. It was the thought that counted. And Spike thought that he was starting to become a bit of a third wheel in this cozy little mansion. Or hundredth wheel or something equally redundant and useless.
Seated on a bench just outside the office, he puffed on a cigarette as he thought over his options. Really, there was no point in being here, was there? How many Apocalypses could there be left to thwart? Surely not more than two or three. And besides, since the Slayers and their Slayerettes seemed right taken with Angel, the quirky slot of "Formerly Evil Ally" was already fulfilled. No, maybe it was best that he take off and try to find himself a bit of decent action somewhere in the world. Eastern Europe always fared him well... except for that one time
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To say that Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was pissed to no end would be an understatement. To say that he didn't have time to give into this anger would be the truth. Unlike the time they all seemed to recall and Wesley himself remembered all to well... he was thinking quite clearly this time, thank you very much. He wasn't insane with grief nor exhausted with fatigue, hadn't stayed up for days without anyone noticing, or not eaten anything for a similar reason
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Before Gunn could make any sort of offer to Spike, Wesley had done it in a quick and curt fashion. So unlike the usually wordy guy, which, once again, gave a head's up that he was incredibly angry with all of them right now. So, there was probably going to be a very long time before he even thought of forgiving them
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After Wesley had ended the discussion, not just by laying out a gameplan for the night, but by also leading the march outside to where the car was parked, Angel didn't have anything to say. If he was going to apologize for anything, it would be just for waking Max up, but it was clear Wesley didn't even want to hear that, at least, not from him, not right now. Besides, Wesley could be very stubborn, and if he didn't want to try to understand the real reason behind the upset faces and bickering, there no point in even trying
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Gunn kept carrying away children from the sacrificing demons, who seemed to get more and more intent upon doing their jobs, although it seemed that the ones actually doing the sacrificing weren't exactly the fighters of their tribe. Just lucky for him, Gunn supposed. Besides, he was sure that most people these guys fought didn't know their exact weak points and were willing to hit them with no remorse
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If Wesley was angry - and incredibly unreasonable - before, he was even more so after Spike pulled the demon lord from him and had the nerves to bloody well wound him! How dare he! How *dare* that bloody self-righteous vampire jump into *his* fight! It was more then obvious to Wesley now who Spike was related too, since Angel had this same habit from time to time. Why did those vampires always think they were better then those puny, weak, *traitorous* humans
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Spike raised an eyebrow at Wesley's outburst. Christ on a cracker, this boy was so far gone that not even the crew of the Starship Enterprise could get him back. He watched in silence as Wesley took out the demon lord, engrossed in the savage destruction the other man felt like wreaking on everything that crossed his path.
He didn't really get it; after all, Max was now safe and Angel and Gunn were doing what they could to watch after the other tots. What the hell got Wesley so riled up? What the hell did Spike miss?
After getting his sword thrown at his feet, Spike kept an eye on Wesley. In a low tone that the man might not have heard - though the vampire wouldn't have cared one way or the other if he had - he muttered, "Jesus, who put itching powder on your tampon, Shirley?"
Stooping down, he grabbed his weapon up off the floor, still regarding Wesley with a wary eye even as he backed away from the former Watcher. Whatever it was, it was clear that Spike wouldn't be able to play therapist even if he wanted to. Best to let the guy
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Seated on a bench just outside the office, he puffed on a cigarette as he thought over his options. Really, there was no point in being here, was there? How many Apocalypses could there be left to thwart? Surely not more than two or three. And besides, since the Slayers and their Slayerettes seemed right taken with Angel, the quirky slot of "Formerly Evil Ally" was already fulfilled. No, maybe it was best that he take off and try to find himself a bit of decent action somewhere in the world. Eastern Europe always fared him well... except for that one time ( ... )
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He didn't really get it; after all, Max was now safe and Angel and Gunn were doing what they could to watch after the other tots. What the hell got Wesley so riled up? What the hell did Spike miss?
After getting his sword thrown at his feet, Spike kept an eye on Wesley. In a low tone that the man might not have heard - though the vampire wouldn't have cared one way or the other if he had - he muttered, "Jesus, who put itching powder on your tampon, Shirley?"
Stooping down, he grabbed his weapon up off the floor, still regarding Wesley with a wary eye even as he backed away from the former Watcher. Whatever it was, it was clear that Spike wouldn't be able to play therapist even if he wanted to. Best to let the guy ( ... )
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