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09 October 2005 @ 10:45 am
 

My case, our case was in good hands. I knew that when it came to the law, Lilah Morgan was the best. The fact that she might not play it entirely fair had occurred to me, but when it came to the girls, I didn't really care. Lilah wouldn't use foul play in such a way it would risk the case. I was almost certain of that. For not there was nothing much I could do then wait for her to get back to me with news of when and what and...so on. Still, I couldn't help but feeling nervous and wonder just when exactly those girls had become so important to me. Sneaky little bugger zoomed in right under my radar.

When I neared my office, I noticed the door was open and Jennifer has situated herself behind my desk. Good girl, she could keep a much better eye on the girls there, and on her desk. I think I'll miss her when I leave, she is very good at her job and... Well, she's good. Unlike a lot of people here who are not good. Then again, no one is entirely good, as I'm well aware.

As I walked in I was greeted by Alicia sitting on her knees behind the coffee table and apparently doing her homework. And Marilee had fallen asleep on the sofa. Poor little one, it must've been an exhausting day for her. I was about to grab my jacket and put it over her, when she opened her eyes.

"Wesley!" She jumped up from the sofa and then right into my arms. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she looked at me with a smile, which made my smile right back. Good lord, when did I become such a sap? "Miss Jennifer said I could do lotsa fhings but I was tiwed and then I went to sleep and we had some soda and chocolate milk and Alicia needed to do her homewowk but she don't wanna but then Miss Jennifer said you'd be disappointed and--"

"Marilee, love," I said amused as she rambled on, taking in some gulps of air now and then. "Breathe." Letting out a small laugh at her sheepish look I glanced over at Alicia who looked at me with mix between a scowl and a look which said 'I've been a good girl right?'.

"I did done my math and my history, see?" Alicia said, holding up some papers, which had the most unrecognizable chicken scrawl on it. I frowned at that. From what I remember during my tenure at Sunnydale, seven year olds are not supposed to be doing history and math that looked this complicated. I knew what my childhood had been like, they weren't going to have the same. I think I need to talk about this school of theirs, maybe find them a better one. This one reminded me far too much of the boarding schools I've went to. Minus the boarding then.

She kept looking at me nervously, holding up her papers. "Very good, Sweetheart," I told her, flashing her a smile as I walked to my desk. When she beamed at me, I was slightly taken aback. Probably more from the fact that she looked relieved at my words. That settles it, I'm going to have to look for a different school. And I have no idea how to do that. God. "Why don't you go do something for yourself now, Alicia. You can't spend all afternoon on your homework."

Nodding my thanks at Jennifer as she slid from behind her desk and walked back to her own, I sat down and put Marilee on my lap. "Who awe you cwalling?" She wanted to know as I reached for the phone.

"An old...err...co-worker of mine." Where in the bloody blazed did I put his phone number? Shuffling through the ungodly amount of papers on my desk, I frowned as I tried to remember where I'd put it. Alicia had moved over to my desk as well and was fiddling with one of my many pens.

"Whatcha lookin' for?" she wanted to know.

"Number," Marilee muttered.

Pausing, I blinked at her surprised. "How did you know that?" I wanted to know. She just shrugged and gave me that tiny smile again.

"Maybe its in your rollothingy," Alicia said, pointing at my Rolodex.

"Oh...yes. Thank you." Why did I not think of that? Shaking my head at myself, I picked up the rolodex and looked through until I found Rupert Giles' number. Of course, where else would it be?

"I can be like you secretary!" Alicia nodded when she noticed I found the number.

Pulling the phone closer, I raised my eyebrow at her and gave her an amused look. "You're certainly doing a good job now," I told her, squinting at the number. Right. Calling Mister Giles now. I took a few calming breaths, then dialed the number and waited for the other man to pick up. Christ, why was I so nervous?


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Rupert Giles: 01. Red Scarfrather_british on October 11th, 2005 04:20 am (UTC)
"No Willow, I see no problem with you helping Lorne as long as Jenny and Tara are there to help you. You have great power Willow, but you need to be careful."

I carefully hung the phone back up on it's cradle before going back to the work I had spread over my desk before Miss Rosenberg's call. I had found a building to serve as the headquarters for the new Watcher's Council, but I was having trouble convincing the remaining council members to help with the funds. They wanted it set up in England again. Much as I love my home country, I couldn't leave Buffy and the girls. Especially after that bringer attack. No, it had to be here.

I went back to writing more letters to Council Alumni. I didn't want to ask Angel and Wolfram & Hart for the start-up money, (I would perfer to distance myself as much as possible from his company) but I would if need be.

My pen skidded off the paper as the telephone rang loudly again. "Bloody Hell." Throwing the now ruined letter away, I reached over to pick up the reciever.

"Rupert Giles speaking."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce_wes_pryce_ on October 11th, 2005 10:30 am (UTC)
Drumming my fingers on my desk nervously, I waited for Giles to pick up the phone. At first I’d gotten some assistant and it taken me quite a while to convince the twit that Giles had asked me to call back. How very traditional to get one of those dragonders to man the phones again. I seriously hope I can avoid one of those. I wonder if I can take Jennifer with me. She’d do an excellent job and I’d be doing her a favor of getting her out of here.

When Giles finally picked up the phone, I was so lost in my thougths I nearly jumped out of my skin. As it was, I did jump up a bit from my chair causing the girls to laugh. Especially Marilee who was still sitting in my lap. She slapped her hands in front of her mouth to stifle her giggles. Alicia had no such qualms and was laughing out loud. “Alicia,” I said sternly before clearing my throat.

“Errrr….yes, hello mister Giles? It’s Wesley. Uh….Pryce. Err…Wyndam….Pryce. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.” I frowned at that myself, cursing my name for the god only knows how many time. And yes, that had not at all sounded as though I was nervous. Blast it. “Uhm, I got you message to call you back?”
Rupert Giles: 01. Red Scarfrather_british on October 11th, 2005 11:14 pm (UTC)
I blinked rapidly as I heard nothing but female giggling on the other end of the line. One of the potentials perhaps? Was this one of those "prank" phone calls? It was then that I heard a distinctly British voice say something on the other end. Alicia? "Hello?" I queried.

Finally Wesley's voice rang through the receiver. He sounded terribly nervous about something, tripping over all of his words. Including his own name. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from chuckling at him. "Hello Wesley," I said rolling my pen in between my fingers. "Yes, I left a message with your assistant...she seemed pleasant. Much better then the little ponce they've got working for me."

Small talk, Giles? Since when to you engage in small talk? I cleared my throat and continued on. "As you may or may not be aware Wesley, I have taken it upon myself to re-organize the Watcher's council after Quentin Travers' demise. Most of the watchers that are still around are being rather difficult. I was hoping, if you weren't too busy with your work here, if I could employ your help."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce_wes_pryce_ on October 12th, 2005 09:21 am (UTC)
Taking a deep breath, I glared at the girls as they giggled at me. Alicia shook her head and turned back to her work, while Marilee snuggled up a little closer to me. “He swounds just wike you,” she announced in that soft voice of her.

I blinked and stared down at her amused. “Yes, I suppose he does,” I said, “But it’s not polite to listen in on conversations, sweetheart.” She shrugged at me as if to indicate that she couldn’t really help it because she was so close by. And just when in the hell had I learned to see an entire meaning in just one tiny shrug? Frightening.

“Oh! Uh, yes, I’m sorry about that,” I said sheepishly when I remembered that I was actually talking to Giles on the phone. “Jennifer? Oh yes, she’s very good at her job, I’ll have to say that.” I’ll miss her when - if - I leave here. I’d better talk to Angel to make certain she gets a very good replacement job. Or maybe she can work for my replacement, since she knows everything already.

“You-you’re re-organizing the Council? Well that’s good I suppose.” Depending on how he does so. Though, I doubt he’ll do it the way it has been done over the…centuries. It doesn’t work that way anymore. And.. God, I was already meddling in while thinking. I’d not even asked for a job, which was turning out harder then I thought.

“I-I most certainly have time to help you out….errr…” I glanced over at Alicia who was giving me a thoughtful look and raised her eyebrow. “I…errr….yes, I have a lot of time. To help. Er…to help you out. A *lot* of time even.” Right. Very subtle, Pryce.
Rupert Giles: 03. Rakish Uncle?rather_british on October 12th, 2005 04:29 pm (UTC)
What was going on in Wesley's office? I furrowed my brow as I heard a childish voice speaking, then Wesley instructing her on telephone etiquette.
Wesley didn't have some unknown daughter or something of the sort did he? I mean, I realize I don't know him that well, but he doesn't really seem the sort....

Eventually he came back on the line, sounding a bit surprised that I had taken it upon myself to re-open the Watcher's Council. Well somebody had to do it for heavens sake, and it might as well be someone who has actually been an active watcher for the last 6 years.

I smiled gently as Wesley informed me that he would be able to help me, it was a load off my mind. He might have been an annoying little berk back when he was in Sunnydale, but from what I've heard he has changed significantly.

There he was, stumbling over his words again. Was he always like this? I tried to remember, but came up with nothing. "Well that is certainly good news," I continued on. "I could really use some help, It's not an easy job attempting to entirely over-haul the watcher's council on your own."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes b/w (remember_nomore)_wes_pryce_ on October 14th, 2005 06:08 am (UTC)
Good lord, what is it about that man which makes me turn into the buffoon I was back in Sunnydale. If I’d not think of it as an insult to Giles, I’d have thought I was talking to my father. He has the exact same ability. Only then it’s tinged with fear, while Giles just makes me nervous.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s--…”

Which was about as far as I got when suddenly loud music blared through the room. Blinking, I looked over at Alicia who was already in the throes of that dreadful electronic game thing toy Cordelia insisted I’d buy her. To pas time or some such “Alicia,” I started, giving her a raised eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’m on the phone. Could please lower the volume?”

Her head jerked up and she gave me a look which I’d come to recognize as ‘huh?’. “Oh. Heh. Sorry.” She gave me a sheepish look and quickly turned down the volume of that dreadful thing.

Marilee giggled, which earned *her* a stern look from me before I put the phone back to my ear. “Sorry about that, Mister Giles. Err….where was I? Oh! Yes, the council. I’m sure it’s going to be a lot of work yes.” Considering the fact that there is a lack of watcher and rather a lot of Slayers now.

“You’re on your own? I’m sure there’s some help from the old guard left isn’t there?” I’m surprised my father has not yet butted in. If he hasn’t, I’m sure he’ll come running as soon as he hears I’m going to help Giles. Heaven forbid I’d be the downfall of The Council. Which is a silly thought, since the Council has already fallen rather hard.

"I'm certainly more then willing to help out full time if you'd like." Oh yes. Very subtle again, Pryce. Smooth.
Rupert Giles: 02. Watching You Smilerather_british on October 14th, 2005 03:58 pm (UTC)
First giggling, now music blaring from what sounded like a "game boy"...I think Dawn had one of those. Or was it Xander? Either way the thing was a damned nusience. I was more curious than ever about who was with Wesley in his office, but still I kept my mouth shut. My father always taught me to keep my nose out of other men's business.

When he mentioned the Watcher to Slayer ratio, I couldn't help but feel a pang in my chest. The Bringer attack flashed to the front of my mind yet again. All those girls everywhere. Surely Wesley knew about that? Someone had to have told him...
I made a mental note to call and check up on Molly, Amanda, and Colleen after my conversation with Mr Wyndam-Pryce.

"Well, there are a few left, Including your father. But I'm afraid many of them have refused to help me, as I don't exactly want to re-build the council to all its previous glory. I have quite a few changes in mind. Ones that the other Watchers are not entirely fond of. I rather think they are waiting for me to fall on my face so they can come swooping in with a massive 'I told you so.'"

Full time? I started, what about his responsibilities to Wolfram and Hart? "Full time?" I asked aloud. "Not that I don't appreciate the offer, but don't you have work here at the firm to contend with as well? Not unless..." Ah. Of course, why hadn't I figured it out sooner? He was leaving Wolfram and Hart, just as I was planning to do once the Council was on it's feet. "You're leaving the firm." It was a statement, not a question.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Blue eyes (Chris)_wes_pryce_ on October 18th, 2005 05:15 pm (UTC)
When he mentioned my father, I could feel myself go ridged. So did Marilee apparently, because she gave me a strange look before moving closer. I recalled when I finally heard of the bombing of the Council Headquarters that for several minutes I hoped he’d be inside. Then I wondered why no one had ever bothered to call me to inform me of this. Or about the fact that he wasn’t dead. Of course one didn’t call failed watchers when it came to Council business and it took me calling my mother to find out the bastard was still alive.

“I’m sure my father is right on the frontline when it comes to not helping you rebuild the council,” I said, noting my voice had gone a bit stiff, not to mention the fact that there was a small tremor in it. I’m surprised father hadn’t already took over the rebuilding of the council. Which, now that I thought about it, he might still do behind Giles back. I wonder if I should warn him about that. Best not alarm him just yet, I’ll look into this myself. We are talking about my father.

I noticed Alicia had come closer as well, giving me a worried look. “Are we going home soon?” she asked, pushing her bottom lip out. I wonder if she was worried because of the building we were in, - she had told me about the ‘evil vibes’ - or because I seemed distressed.

“In a moment, love. I’ll just finish this call.” Taking a deep breath, I pushed all thougths of my father away and focused on Giles again. Which was about the same time he seemed to have figured out my subtle hint when I told him I had more then enough time. “Yes,” I said with certainty in my voice as I smiled at the two reasons I’d be leaving. “I was going to leave either way, so your offer couldn’t have come at a better time.”
Rupert Giles: 02. Watching You Smilerather_british on October 23rd, 2005 03:02 am (UTC)
I noted that Wesley's voice seemed to become tighter, and more strained sounding as the conversation steered toward his father. Then again, I can't say I really blame the chap. His father is absolutely dreadful.


I heard the soft voice of a little girl asking if they were going home soon. My heart warmed as Wesley answered her in a loving almost fatherly tone. Whoever this girl was, she obviously didn't want to be kept any longer. How could I possibly stand in the way of that?

"We will talk more about the council and your future position soon. For now, it sounds like you have somone to take home." I chuckled softly. "Perhaps we can meet later on in the week?"
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes and the girls_wes_pryce_ on October 25th, 2005 10:20 am (UTC)
A frown creased my forehead when he told me we could talk about a possible future soon. No wait, he didn’t say possible. He said my future and my position. Frankly, didn’t really care about my position. Researcher would be fine by me. I’d miss the action and the fighting on the front lines, but with the girls to take care of now, that wouldn’t be very wise. I realized this of course.

“Two someone’s actually,” I replied, noticing a smile shaping. I leaned forward a bit to let Marilee slide down so she could gather her things. She had her crayons all over the office. Well, my desk and the coffee table, but that was all over for me. I guess that’ll take some getting used to as well.

“They’re the reason I’m leaving the firm,” I told him, not wanting there to be any miscommunications.

“I’m hunwy,” Marilee whispered at Alicia. The older girl nodded back and both turned to look at me.

“And they appear to be very hungry. Next week will be fine by me, Mister Giles. Just name the date and I can be there. It doesn’t seem much of a problem to clear my schedule these days. I do have to ask you to keep my leaving the firm quiet for a bit. I’ve not told Angel yet, and I’d hate for him to find out via other people.”
Rupert Giles: 01. Red Scarfrather_british on October 26th, 2005 07:36 pm (UTC)
"Two someone's?" I couldn't hide the surprise in my voice. "You've certainly peaked my curiosity Wesley, but that can be saved for another day.

I shifted in my chair and stared down at the pad in front of me that I had been idly doodling on while on the phone. A cartoon-ish guitar floated in the top right hand corner.

"Next week then. Let's say Monday? 2pm?" I wrote the date and time on my pad before putting it away inside my briefcase. "Of course I can keep quiet. I understand completely about you wanted to tell Angel. Good luck, and have a plesant evening."

I hung up the telephone reciver and stared out my darkening office window. I had spent more time here then I meant too. Jenny would be getting worried. She didn't like to admit it, but I could tell the she didn't really like being alone after dark. Not that I blame her in the least. I pulled my wrinkled jacket off the back of my chair and slid my arms into it, as I grabbed my things and locked my office for the night.

As I made the short walk home, I thought about Wesley and his two someone's.