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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: 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.