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Through the mirror of my life [Jul. 24th, 2006|03:52 pm]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
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Klarutsha demon.

No, I’m not sneezing. Very funny.

Klarutsha demons, seem to have a lot of knowledge of what’s going on in, under and around the city, while their habitat is at the harbor. They apparently have very sensitive hearing. Just how sensitive was something I found out the hard way. I was in the middle of getting some information about either Fred or Angelus when my cell phone rang.

The next thing I know, my cell phone was gone, and disintegrated into a thousand tiny little pieces. Suffice to say, I was not happy with this. I was rather pissed already, but not as pissed as the Klarutsha demon.

I never knew they could throw humans that far. There’s no doubt in my mind that was a personal record for me. Fortunately it was at the harbor so I had a soft landing in the water.

Unfortunately, I can’t swim.

I have never been more grateful for the amount of garbage people seem to throw in the ocean. Some happily floating half eaten surfboard turned out to be my rescue. As long as I tried not to think of the rather large teeth marks on that things, the very deep, deep, deep water, and the fact that I was a very long way from the docks, I was able to stay calm.

Took me about an hour to get out of the damn water. Of course then I was visited upon by the universal law of ‘what can go wrong, will go wrong’. The harbor appears to be notorious for vandalism. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a working payphone? And why is it you can get a cab and bleed all over the backseat, but they pass you by when sopping wet?

Good lord.

I finally found a phone, had to borrow a quarter from a homeless chap - who incidentally looked cleaner then I did right then - and called home.

Half an hour later I was able to get a word in edgewise to the hurricane that was Lindsey and Cordelia. They were extremely mad, talking gibberish and upset.

It’s hardly my fault I got penciled in for an unwanted impromptu swimming lesson now was it?

They came to pick me up and were silent the entire drive home. I knew something had to be wrong other then them being angry because I wasn’t able to call. They way they were looking at each other. The way they were looking at me. The way Cordelia didn’t seem to want to let go of my hand despite how grubby it was and how much I stank.

When we got home, the girls had already gone to bed, Dennis keeping a close eye on them (perfect baby sitter). Lindsey and Cordelia sat me down and told me what happened, and what they know.

Thus far.

I don’t think it’s sank in yet, so I’m not going to say anything. What I am going to do is go into my office and do research. There has to be a way to fix this. Somehow.

Yes, some people call it denial.

I call it coping.
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[User Picture]From: rogue_lawyer
2006-07-24 02:51 pm (UTC)
Well, you could be Super Book-Guy, but we've got Giles flying in. And you could handle the mystical aspects of said mess, but Willow's out here. We just spent the last I don't know how long thinking that the next phone call we got was going to be about you. You could be plenty useful just by being here for a bit, Wes.

Go shower, man. We're not going anywhere.

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[User Picture]From: watcher_pryce
2006-07-24 03:00 pm (UTC)
Oh. He-he is? Oh but.. I just. ::Sigh:: Alright, I'll...just go shower and...shower.

And it wasn't my fault I couldn't call you both, as I've been trying to explain for the last, oh, half hour. I'm sorry I couldn't call.
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[User Picture]From: rogue_lawyer
2006-07-24 05:06 pm (UTC)
How many British smart guys does it take to screw in a lightbulb...?

And as I've evidently been doing a piss-poor job of explaining, I don't really give a damn if you were off feeding the homeless in a Third World country. You scared the hell out of me. And you're a prick for not coming home when I asked you. So there.
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[User Picture]From: watcher_pryce
2006-07-24 05:16 pm (UTC)
That isn't funny.

You know I had to this, Lindsey. She was...is...was dammit my friend. I wish you'd understand that. It's not my fault my cell phone got smashed, I would've called home if I could. I was to busy trying not to drown however. Which was extremely frightening. I am not going near any water ever again

I'm sorry I frightened you, love. And Cordelia as well. But it *was* something I had to do. I had every intention of calling in ever hour, I didn't want you both to go through a night like...that last one.
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[User Picture]From: rogue_lawyer
2006-07-24 05:48 pm (UTC)
Oh for crying out loud. This isn't a case of you being replaced. This is us calling for back up, which we should've done before anyone else got hurt.

Believe me, I feel plenty guilt for feeling this way at a time like this. Just... please, stay somewhere I can see for you for the next little bit while we get this sorted out, okay?

I love you, Wes. Kept wanting to tell you that yesterday. So I'm saying it now.
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[User Picture]From: watcher_pryce
2006-07-24 05:53 pm (UTC)
Isn't it? Well no, in order to be replaced you need to be replaceable doesn't one? And yes, they should have.

After my shower, which I shall take soon before Cordelia glares me to death, I shall be sitting at the table in the living room. If you stand up you can see me behind the pile of books. Alright?

I...Oh my. Why didn't you? I love you to, never doubt that.
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[User Picture]From: rogue_lawyer
2006-07-24 06:52 pm (UTC)
No fear of that... you're one of a kind. (Pride, bravado, whatever. We didn't and now we're down three good guys. To hell with politics, I say we call in anyone who's willing to help.)

Yeah. That'd be alright. *smile*

Because I might be acting cool and collected here (sarcasm...) but I'm as much of a mess as anyone right now. Sorry for inflicting that on you two. Thank you.
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[User Picture]From: watcher_pryce
2006-07-24 07:14 pm (UTC)
No, I meant I wasn't 'placed' in the first... never mind. (Let's...not talk about that right now. I don't think it's actually sank in yet)

Well good. I'll try not to pile them up to high, especially for you.

Oh I see. Well, you're very cool and collected Don't thank me, it's not exactly a task, love.
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[User Picture]From: rogue_lawyer
2006-07-25 03:32 am (UTC)
You've got a place. Need us to remind you? (Okay. I know.)

Are you making fun of me, Stretch? Because I will come over there.

Wait... Dennis wasn't hinting at anything was he? You're particularly hard to sulk around, you know that?
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[User Picture]From: watcher_pryce
2006-07-25 04:01 am (UTC)
I wasn't talking about here. I know I have a place here. (Thank you)

Now would I dare to do such a thing? And why *don't* you come over here? Just to make sure I'm actually sitting here, behind my books and not... Off elsewhere.

Dennis? Oh, no of course not Any particular reason for that?
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[User Picture]From: rogue_lawyer
2006-07-25 04:22 am (UTC)
That's what matters... isn't it?

Oh, you would dare. And I think I just might do that. I need to see if you meet the Cordelia Chase Standard of Cleanliness after that dip in the Pacific so she can come back in here.

Nope. Just checking.
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