Who: Buffy and Bartleby What: Bart is stalking watching Buffy. When: Saturday night Where: Streets of LA status/rating: incomplete/pg-13
Sometimes it was best to go back to basics. Especially while the boss was around. For all of his ranting and all of his complaining, Bartleby once again felt the love of his Lord, and he was reluctant to let it go easily. He'd meant it when he'd told Faith that he knew there was more to life than Her love, but for the moment he wanted to bask in it. It had been two millennia, after all, and She was feeling forgiving towards him with Her mind completely focused on Castiel. The entire thing was wrong, but Bartleby didn't feel completely guilty taking advantage of the fact.
For now he was sticking to Her good side, and for that he was sticking to Watching: his original calling. As long as he did what he was supposed to, for the most part, She had no reason to be angry. And it wasn't as if it was something he didn't enjoy doing. He enjoyed doing his best gargoyle impression, sitting on the edge of a building, leaning over and watching the mortals below. He'd done it for ages, the only difference was that in Heaven, it had been a cloud not a building. Supremely more comfortable, but the buildings had the better views.
Given all the things that went on in Los Angeles, even the things that had nothing to do with Her, there was plenty to watch. The nights in this city were never quiet, and this one was no exception. Blonde slayers, vampires, dark alleys… yeah this place was never boring. Bartleby leaned forward, resting his chin in his hands as he watched the ensuing fight.