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Tweak says, "Dance, little sister!"

Faith Lehane (wrongchosenone) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-01-29 00:51:00

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faith lehane, wesley wyndham-pryce

Who: Faith and Wes
What: Sparring, talking, god knows
When: Tonight
Where: Somewhere in London
Warnings: At the very least Faith's mouth warrants a pg-13

After Faith had gotten herself to London and to the place where Wes lived, she'd been let in and had some small talk with her once and former Watcher. Neither of them were the talking types, so she stretched out, and then they sparred. It felt good to just spar and not have to worry about some kind of evil coming to kill her for the next half an hour or so. And by the end she was sweating and exhausted and probably really horny, but when wasn't she?

Not that she was going to do anything about it. At least not until she left him. After she made sure he couldn't take anymore, she went to go find them some water. "Do you even have fucking water in this place? Or do you have to go to the store?" she asked as she walked back into the kitchen and opened up the fridge.

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godking
2009-02-01 12:49 am UTC (link)

"I'll remember," he assured her. It was hardly as if he was prone to whining these days, though he wouldn't deny it had been a habit in his time in Sunnydale. He thought of something and gave her an amused smile. "Just to clarify the terms," he said innocently, "am I to wear anything else, or just the apron?" He felt a momentary flash of guilt, but pushed it aside. Fred would never have wanted him to shut himself off completely. He needed to be able to make jokes without feeling like he was betraying her memory.

"Angel pushes more than you might think," he said softly, feeling a stinging of guilt at the memories of the vampire who had become one of his most trusted friends. That trust clearly wasn't mutual. He forced the thoughts aside again. He was dwelling again. "I imagine that would be rather frustrating, but at least with all those Slayers, you couldn't be expected to be in all places at once, destroying all the multiple evils out there. That must have been some relief."

He looked over at her. "I was given the option of returning to the council," he told her, "albeit by a cyborg impersonating my father...I pity Rupert, by the way, for having to deal with him on a regular basis...or perhaps I don't. I sometimes wonder how things would have been different, if I'd joined you lot rather than Wolfram and Hart." He shook his head. "Sorry...idle musings." He let her order and then when she mentioned weapons, he gestured to a closed cabinet in the corner. "It was one of the first things I did," he said. "I don't like being ill prepared, and the individual I replaced does not seem to be lacking in way of funds."

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wrongchosenone
2009-02-01 01:09 am UTC (link)

The look on Faith's face said it all really. It wasn't the fact that he said it, it was the fact that she didn't think he'd ever joke about something like that with her. So the confused half-surprised look that flashed over her features was enough to prove he'd won this round. And trying to look all innocent too, now wasn't that cute? As soon as the look had disappeared, a wicked mischievous grin appeared in it's place. "Come on, this is me we're talking about. Don't you go offerin if you ain't willing to go through with it. Why you gotta be all teasin me, baby? That's cruel."

Her shoulders rolled, "Angel's lived a long time. Guess he knows what he's doin by now. It's.. y'know good I guess, not to have to do all the work, it's just. It's a lot of chicks out there who shoulda never even.. they shoulda had some normal life. Who the fuck were we.. no fuck it, who the fuck were they to say all those girls should just give up their lives." Cause in a way, though B was a saint, she looked at them like cattle, though it was hard explaining it to anyone since everyone thought the sun shone out of her ass.

Faith blinked and put up a hand, "Woah woah, you're tellin me that some robot lookin like your dad showed up? For fuck's sake, what is it with fucking geeks and making fucking robots? You ever get to see the Buffy bot? Fuckin Christ that was some scary shit." But not as scary as a robot pretending to be their dad. "Well G ain't much for followin the rules either so who the fuck knows. And ain't nobody should be on some council. It all gets fucked up in the future anyway." Her eyes wandered over to the cabinet full of weapons. "We just got here and we've already got weapons? Either you're faster then me or this place is kind of fucking awesome."

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godking
2009-02-01 01:25 am UTC (link)

He laughed. It had been quite some time since he had felt so at ease with another person. It was a nice feeling. "Who ever said I wasn't willing to go through with it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "If those are the terms, I would, of course, comply. It's a matter of honour." He was teasing, mostly. But he really would go through with it. "It certainly wasn't my intention to be cruel, my dear."

"It wasn't anyone's place to decide that," he said, shaking his head, "but sometimes people make decisions...and once they're made, it does no good to become frustrated. You simply have to make the best possible decisions with the situation you're given. I don't agree that this situation with all these potentials being granted power is right. One day, there won't be any left...I wonder if this is the outcome the First wanted in the first place...but even beyond that, some girls just aren't prepared to have that thrust upon them." He thought briefly of Dana. "But I wasn't there for that battle. I can't know what led to that decision."

He nodded at her question, looking down at his hands. "Cyborg," he corrected. "They were at least partially organic. There was magic in place that allowed one to impersonate my father to infiltrate Wolfram and Hart...to steal the Staff of Devosynn and take Angel's will...essentially make him their puppet." He spoke clinically, not really connecting emotion with the memory. "I got the staff away from him and he threatened to shoot Fred if I didn't let him do as he planned...I never even realised until after I'd emptied my gun into his chest that it wasn't my father. In fact...I was entirely sure it was him." He shrugged. He felt rather apathetic about that decision, but Faith deserved to know the sort of man he was these days. "I like to be prepared. So it is that I'm faster than you."

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wrongchosenone
2009-02-01 01:48 am UTC (link)

If he had been expecting her to say no that was okay or just shrug it off well he had another thing coming. That was like wagging a bone in front of a dog and saying 'you can have it, but only if you really want to'. "Well then hell fucking yeah those are the terms. The apron and nothing else. Honor my ass, it's about having you strut around naked in an apron like I'm gonna give up that opportunity. Who the hell wouldn't want to see you mostly naked?" Like she would have responded any other way. This was totally his fault now, he let her run wild with it.

Getting up to go look at the cabinet and make sure it had lots of stuff in it, she wasn't quite sure what to say about that. "Well I guess when you put it that way.. maybe. I mean it was coming after every potential anyway. I guess giving the power to defend themselves was better then us just trying to keep them all safe. Cause that was.. seriously failing. And you're right, there won't be any left." Not if things happened the way that Fray girl told it. Though that was only a second hand story. It looked like everything in the cabinet was good to go, not that she expected any less.

Her back was still turned to him, "It's a fucking robot, I don't give a fuck how much of it is organic. You build it, it does what you want, it's a fucking robot. And in some cases it's a literal fucking robot." The corner of her mouth twitched up slightly. She listened, and since she wasn't facing him it was easier to keep her face and her voice neutral about shooting his father. And it didn't sound like Wes cared much about pulling the trigger. "I kinda wish I got that option. But after my dad stopped beating the shit out of us, they said he died. He just went to jail though for murder. And I didn't see much of the woman that called herself my mom." She turned around to go get another cigarette.

"I did bash in the head of the guy who was her pimp though, close enough." She said as she lit up a cigarette when there was a knock at the door. Must have been food.

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godking
2009-02-01 02:12 am UTC (link)

Wesley nodded. "I'll be sure to remember that then," he said. He considered her question, even though he knew it was rhetorical. "I imagine a lot of people wouldn't. I'm not exactly much to look at, whatever you may think." It wasn't said with embarrassment, just stated like fact. He had too many scars, from the explosion, the shooting, Justine, his death, his father, Faith herself, and so many other things.

"I don't want to think of what will happen when the last Slayer is gone," he said, shaking his head. "Perhaps it will begin again, or perhaps the world will have to function on it's own. It will be long after our time, in any case." He was glad she approved of his weapons...or he assumed so anyway. There hadn't been any disparaging remarks.

"True enough," he was still speaking neutrally about the whole thing. He listened as she spoke of her parents, feeling a rush of empathy. Their situations were by no means the same, but there were enough common points that he could say he understood and mean it. But he didn't imagine that Faith would react well to anything that might be construed as sympathy or pity. "Fathers are bastards," he said with a shrug. "I imagine you would not get on well at all with mine. If you disliked me when I first came to Sunnydale...well...he thought I was too soft. That I failed because I wasn't strict enough. I'm hardly surprised that he felt that way, considering his approach to child rearing was to take out his cane when I displeased him...or lock me under the stairs if he was in a more forgiving mood." It was the first time he'd spoken about it so openly to anyone.

"Sometimes," he admitted, "I wish that it was him that night...not that I feel particular homicidal urges toward him, but because for the first time I stood up to him." At the knock to the door, he got up, greeting the delivery boy and paying him. Taking the food back into the flat, he settled back down on the floor. No point in fetching plates, and there were utensils in the bag.

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wrongchosenone
2009-02-01 02:30 am UTC (link)

Unable to help roll her eyes at him, she just snorted. It wasn't like she wasn't covered in scars. Little ones here and there of course and then the massive one that went through her stomach and had a matching one on the back side. Only one thing that caused that though of course she'd had her share of other injuries. Getting tossed around by Angel and the Beast had given her a couple, that was for sure. "Dude even Willow would want to see you naked, and she's gay." was all he got back, instead of just telling him to shut up.

It looked like she had relented some, "Can't do anything but focus on the present right? What's done is done." Everyone had to learn that sooner or later. It just came easier to the two of them. "Yeah, that's putting it mildly." She inhaled from her cigarette and blew it out. Trying to picture someone Wesley's dad was pretty easy, sad to say. Just judging by the way she knew him. And Watcher's in general. "Sounds like the shit that went on in just about every fucking foster home I went to. Y'know before I bashed his head in and went to juvie." It was amazing she was talking about it this much too really. She just didn't seem to mind him hearing about it because she knew he wouldn't ever try to comfort her. She really didn't need it.

Before he opened the door she turned around to face him with her hands on her hips. "Uh.. y'know.. for the record.. it wasn't your fault. The way I treated you, it wasn't cause.. you were soft. It was.. I'd say it was my fault and it is but.." her hands slid into her back pockets. "No one ever gave a shit about me until Diana and she trained me y'know? And I've seen some fucked up shit in my day. I've done a lot of fucked up .. horrific shit.. but what.. what Kakistos did to her was.. there ain't even a word for it. I.. I didn't want that shit to happen to someone else on my watch y'know?"

Then she turned around, and headed into the kitchen so that she could get them more to drink and meet him back on the floor with drinks in hand.

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godking
2009-02-01 04:54 am UTC (link)

"That's..." Wesley trailed off, trying to come up with an appropriate word for what she had said, but found himself unable to think of anything. "That's rather disturbing really. Though...I suppose it could be worse. You could have used Alexander as an example. Or Spike. Or Rupert." Though there had been a time when he might not have minded the last all that much. Not any more though. Like with Angel, there was far too much baggage between himself and the other watcher.

"I never really understood it," he admitted. "I always tried so bloody hard, but he had it in his head that I would be a watcher, like him. It was only after Sunnydale...I realised I would never be good enough in his eyes, so I stopped trying to be what he wanted me to be." He smiled. "My mother is a lovely woman...but she's never been especially strong and she hates conflict. It was always easier for her to just look the other way. But I hardly blame her. I never would have wanted her hurt."

He smiled at Faith, touched by what she was saying. "Thank you," he said softly. "It...this may sound silly or trite...but that means a lot. Of everyone...I always figured you had the most reason to resent me. The others...it just seemed so petty. I only regret that I didn't do more for you...that I fucked up so spectacularly when you needed me to be there for you...but if we're being honest...I know now that the council never expected me to succeed. Quite the opposite. They wanted me to fail and lead you girls to your deaths, so that they could start over with a slayer they could control. They always did underestimate you too."

As she joined him, he smiled again. "We'll do things right this time," he said, confident that he was right about that. "Now...I imagine we're both tired of sharing, so let's eat before it gets cold."

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