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Passing the Torch

Feb 09, 2005 16:49

After my unfortunate run in with Willow at the Summers' house, I headed back to my own apartment. As I drove back, I kept replaying in my head what I'd said to her, trying to work out where I had gone wrong, where I'd mistepped in my attempts to make her realise how reckless she had been in trying to resurrect Buffy. Eventually I gave up, and ( Read more... )

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_wes_pryce_ February 8 2005, 22:04:31 UTC

I'd been busy all during the next days packing books, and then unpacking them again thinking Giles probably had those books. Not to mention wondering why I was going to Sunnydale in the fist place. It would be rather redundant, after all they had Giles there. Why would they need me? And it's not as if they were exactly very fond of me to begin with. In short, I was not looking forward to the trip and tried everything to get out from under it ( ... )

lil_ripper February 19 2005, 08:36:53 UTC

"Bloody hell...err...I mean, Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless."

I suppressed a smile at the tone of Wesley's voice and his inadvertent cursing. I wondered briefly what would make him have such a violent verbal reaction while answering the phone. Still, it was none of my business really, and I put it out of my mind. I needed to concentrate on gaining Wesley's support for what I proposed.

"Mister Giles? A f-favor?""Yes, Wesley. I realise this might come as something of an imposition, but I wouldn't ask unless I felt it were exremely important, and quite frankly you were the only one I could think of who would fit the bill ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ February 19 2005, 09:04:02 UTC

If I stood up any straighter I think my spine might break. Mister Giles asking a favor of me. Still, Can't be too eager, that wouldn't be proper. I did become a little suspicious when he mentioned I was the only one he felt he could turn to. That statement made me weary right away. He probably needed something translated then ( ... )

lil_ripper February 19 2005, 12:22:42 UTC

"I had read she had escaped. Mister Giles. I am no longer a watcher, as you are well aware of.

I sighed, and took off my glasses, laying them on the arm rest beside me. I had hoped I would not encounter too much resistance from Wesley, but now I was certain that my task would prove more of a challenge than I'd bargained for.

"Wesley, yes I am aware of the fact that you are no longer 'officially' a watcher..." I began, trying not to let the weariness I was feeling creep into my tone.

Faith would not listen to a word I say and I'm the least capable of restraining her in any way. I think I'm probably the last person in the world for such a job. As has been made blatantly clear the last time I was in Sunnydale." "Listen to me. I am not speaking of you taking on a role sanctioned by the council. If you have not realised by now that being a watcher is a calling, a vocation and not a 'job' then perhaps I *am* talking to the wrong person. But I somehow doubt that. I still regard you as a watcher, in spirit, if not in name ( ... )

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