Can You Fuckin' Hear Me Now?

[slayergal_faith]

The thought of plastering a warning label to my forehead occurred more than once to me, yeah can we say contents under pressure? Watch what you wish for, isn’t that what they say? That was all I could come up with, some fucking wish stone

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[backintweed]

I had just sipped my tea and felt rather disheveled as I tried to lay back down to sleep

[slayergal_faith]

Can’t remember ever seeing the man sick, and I wondered if something else might be …. what’s the word he’d use? Amiss, yeah that it was it, things were amiss. Maybe this was related and maybe it wasn’t. My initial reaction was to take a step backwards, instead of his familiar tweed, he was in, well a robe, and for an old dude, and he looked pretty hot, or would have if he didn’t look like plague like. And his usual fastidious, another Gilesism, was gone. What if this whatever-the-hell it was, everyone from hell returning, was having consequences, I mean if my Watchers have told me one thing repeatedly ‘choices create consequences,’ and someone made a choice and we were certainly feeling the consequences

[backintweed]

“Not an easy way to tell ya this.”

That was a rather alarming start. I suddenly wonder...wondered if I had the physical make up to attain what she seemed ready to tell me. It was likely a maelstrom of some kind and my immune system was ravaged fighting the flu at the moment. Information of an austere nature might just knock the wind right out of me.

“Not sure if its an apocalypse, someone’s made a wish, who the fuck knows.”

I lumbered over and grabbed my tea and mixed it with some robitussin.

“Seems we have some unexpected visitors, and they’ve come from a long way. Got mixed feelin’s about it ya know? That whole be careful what you wish for thing?”

I was processing this. Visitors? Visitors from where? Be careful waht you wish for?

Quite alarming. Now, I knew very much what it must have felt like to Buffy, Xander and Willow all of those times when I provided a long-winded diatribe about a demon or a sect before I reached the point.

“Apparently Wesley is alive, my first Watcher Dian, Fred and Lindsey, he was in LA. Could be

[slayergal_faith]

What was this be careful what you wish for sentiment that you relayed earlier? My right hand became a gun, index finger straight in the air, and then quickly I pointed it at him, in a you’ve got it mister move. “Bingo,” came my affirmative answer.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about that,” my voice trailing off a little shrugging, “not sure how I’d handle Mayor Wilkins, I’ll just have to deal, I guess. Anyone could be back G-man, that’s the scary part.” Not that it really scared me; okay it did, but not so much. Just have to figure out another way to kill ‘em.

Looking at him, he didn’t look Giles like, I couldn’t remember ever seeing him like this, “you don’t look so good there, G-man, should you see a doc, we don’t need you with the sickness. Think it might be related, your being sick and all?”