Jesse Custer (cowboy_god) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-03-16 17:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | jesse custer, melaka fray, zz:status complete |
More random meetings (Fray)
Things were not the way that they had been when he'd set out on this misadventure. He'd originally gone searching for a source of evil that Tia Dalma wasn't happy about. She'd said that it was his sort of evil so he had to deal with it. Then, when he'd finally found it, he'd discovered that it was two small children.
Now the evil was gone, and Jesse could only assume that the children were gone as well. He hadn't done anything about it, and he was sure that Tia hadn't gone near them due to how very upset and weirded out about them that she'd been. Of course, she was also gone. Her swamp was still there, but her home and herself were missing.
He'd gotten sort of side tracked anyway. This whole thing with Spike had been at first just a way to distract himself from having to destroy two kids. Something that he wasn't comfortable with, and wouldn't have ultimately done - he didn't think. He liked to believe he was a pretty good guy with pretty good morals and a fairly secure code. Part of that code was not harming children.
Spike had brought him together with Buffy. Which had been... honestly... much needed. After losing Max, he'd felt incapable of certain things anymore. And it was nice to know that he was quite capable. The fact that it had been in a dirty alley kind of helped as well. That sort of filthy, dirty act had really awakened the part of him that had gone missing.
Now he just had to figure out what he was going to do about the soul-filled vampire. He'd promised to help, and that's what he'd intended to do. And still did intend to do. But Buffy hadn't sounded particularly confident in his abilities. He'd tried to think of some way to prove it, but if dusting a vampire without touching it and stopping time didn't spell proof to her, then he had no idea what would.
He wasn't in the bar for once. He was sitting outside at a small cafe. Looking at what they'd called coffee. It wasn't coffee like he knew it. It was light brown and covered in whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. Coffee was supposed to be black. And not sweet.
Jesse was trying to work up the courage to drink it. He was a little afraid of what it might taste like, and that drinking it might make him a pansy.