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Can You Fuckin' Hear Me Now?

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Can You Fuckin' Hear Me Now?

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Hush - two faces
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.

Couldn’t have made it the last few days without my girl, K’. B’ was all MIA, I was trying to be the good slayer, cover all the bases, but B’ wouldn’t pick her up phone, yeah B’ being all, ‘I’m having my own crisis right now, leave a message girl,’ I’d had it with that stitch.



Picking up the phone, I pressed the speed dial for the millionth time, on the other end, I heard her bouncy voice, and this time, I left a message all right.

“I didn’t want to leave a message, didn’t think you’d believe me but since you won’t return even MY fuckin’ calls, I have no choice. Angel is alive. Can you hear me now? A. L. I.V.E.”

Throwing the phone on the cell on the bed, I stripped off my clothes as I walked to the bathroom, hand on the faucets, I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. I hadn’t been this mad at B’ for a long time, and in my gut, I knew something really bad had to be going on for her to totally avoid us, or else she was dead, and that well I had to slay that thought.

Anger welled up in me, why couldn’t she tell me what was going on with her, and then it hit me.

“Fuck, she found Spike,” I said aloud. That had to be it. She was in LA, he was back and she ran in to him. Hot water streamed down my sore muscles, I’d been avoiding everyone if I could, well since I came clean with Giles and my secret was out and the wannabes were with the freak-age. With B’ gone, the girls naturally looked to me as their leader, and right now, it was more than I could handle, I felt numb inside, and things, if she were indeed with Spike, were just going to be, yeah an apocalypse waiting to happen, cause what if Spike was all fang tooth, that would explain why Angel thought B’ was evil.

And I’d wanted to be smart, to figure things out, look what it got me, I was gonna have to slay my best friend. Grabbing the bottle I squirted the contents of the bottle on my head. “Fuck,” I yelled, as I rinsed out the conditioner, then made sure I had the shampoo. Turning it over in my hand, I read the back of the bottle.

Shampoo, rinse, and repeat. Try as I could, my shampoo wouldn’t lather. “Great, fuckin’ great,” I threw the shampoo against the mirror, and bottle shattering. Of course I would get shampoo that wouldn’t lather. Everything in my world had changed and I didn’t even recognize the world I’d made for myself.

Crumpling down in a heap in the tub, all I could think of was shampoo, rinse and repeat, repeat, repeat. At my door there was a rapping, but I didn’t hear it, I was lost in thought.
I’m not sure when my insides began to grow cold. Was it when I punched Wesley, thinking he was a demon? Or finding Fred was back and having to tell him. Running into Lindsey, which with his hotness and other circumstances wouldn’t have been such a bad thing.

Was it Dian telling me she loved me, and she’d made a bargain with some demon to come back to me? Or was it finding Angel, and seeing the look in his eyes, when he found out B’ wasn’t here, and she could possibly be evil?



Somewhere in all of that, I began to change, I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I know I was different when I went to see Giles.

His door was shut, I’d rapped on his door much as someone was doing on mine, maybe that’s what made me remember, I hadn’t given it another thought since that day. The room filling with hot steam, water enticing my muscles to relax to get lost in the memory.

“Yo, Giles,” I called when he didn’t answer, as I cracked the door open, sticking my head in, this was unlike him, I’d made an appointment, which was unlike me. Maybe the return of my Watchers sent him to some alternate universe.

[Open to Giles and possibly Kennedy]
  • I had just sipped my tea and felt rather disheveled as I tried to lay back down to sleep.

    This bloody cold had me hampered. I'd spent much of the last two weeks staying away from everyone under the sun.

    I had just covered my swollen and congested head and sinus cavity with my pillow when I heard the rap on the door.

    My first impulse...I must admit, was to simply ignore it, except I remembered that I...I had a meeting today and could hardly keep Faith waiting. It was, after all, rather unbelievable that she had actually called me with concerns.

    "I'll be there momentarily..."

    I tried to scream it, and wrapped in a robe, my room a mess and my face probably worse, I realized that my scream was rather muffled. It was quite likely that she didn't hear it, especially from my bed.

    There was no time to be presentable, and...and thus, I simply opened the door. I knew that her reaction would be rather priceless and when I looked at her face. I knew that this was true.

    "Please come in, Faith. Considering your slayer makeup, I shant be worried about you being invaded by the contagion that has hampered me."
    • 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.

      “It’s all good,” I answered, stepping inside, looking around for a place to sit, and then choosing to pace instead of sitting.

      “Yeah, well,” I began, leaning my head to the left and then the right, until I heard the familiar pop. “Not an easy way to tell ya this,” I took a deep breath, “Not sure if its an apocalypse, someone’s made a wish, who the fuck knows.” Then I realized trying to explain everything, I didn’t know the answers, just spitting it out that was the best way to go.

      “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?”

      Fuck this wasn’t going well, either. Sitting on the edge of the arm of a chair, carefully balancing myself, I tried again. Cursing under my breath wishing B’ was here, she was speech gal not me.

      “Apparently Wesley is alive, my first Watcher Dian, Fred and Lindsey, he was in LA. Could be others, I’m not sure.” I looked up at him and waited.
      • “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 others, I’m not sure.”

        The alarm now filled my face.

        "If...if Wesley is alive and this Fred worked with him on Angel's team...if they are alive, then lives the possibility tthat Angel himself, possibly even Spike could be alive...of course,, it all depends how this came about. What was this be careful what you wish for sentiment that you relayed earlier?"

        I coughed and then took a sip of tea, followed by more robitussin, washed down by another swig of tea as I looked her in the eye.
        • 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?”
          • I was in no condition to hear such news. It was appalling and something that I should have taken with a measure of anger, but honestly, my immune system was too busy working on this illness for me to muster any adrenaline.

            My heart barely skipped a beat, even with her attempt at wit when pointing the gun made of fingers and knuckles at my head. It truly could be disastrous, and yet, I just wanted to sit down, tell her to go handle it, and sleep.

            Alas, though, I knew that I couldn't do that. It behooved me and was in fact a requisite that I make myself available for any situation whether terse or banal.

            “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.”

            Finally, something sparked within me and I didn't feel as sick.

            Jenny.

            Jenny.

            Jenny could be back. Now, it was of the utmost improtance to me to try to find out what was going on in this matter.

            “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?”

            All I could think of was seeing Jenny again. I hardly recognized her words.

            "Oh, I've seen a doctor already. Your standard flu, although I've been sick long enough where I believe it could be mononucleosis..."

            I didn't want Faith to leave, now, though my last remark was likely to and did make her take a few steps backward. Jenny could be alive and we needed answers. Buffy was who knows where so naturally, I turned to Faith as the muscle in the equation, if it was necessary.
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