The meeting is over. Angel made his decision, the idiot.

I've alerted the Partners, and they're allowing me to remain here until they summon me for a very long debriefing. I've decided that I'm going to spend this time over at Wes's, with a large bottle of rum. Don't bother contacting me- for the first time in twelve years, I'm turning the cell phone, pager, and ThinkPad off. For the next two hours, I'm not going to be able to be reached. If you need something, you can go fuck yourselves.

They should have just given me the god damn LA firm.

Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: Me making my way home through traffic

Well, today's the final day. Time's up, gang, but before we go, I've still got some things to say.

( The Truth About the Right Thing )

Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: Portishead- Glory Box

I'm not going to mince words, it's not my style, and it won't do anything. After many hours of research, involving every department available, we found that if the S'opi S'alz continues on the rack it's on, there is nothing anyone can do to stop it. We did find, however, two loopholes to the entire thing. Neither of the options are great, but one is more preferable to the other.

The first option is incredibly risky. It would take a lot of magic, a lot of power, and I have no idea just what the consequences would be. The Senior Partners would have to basically restart the period of time that the S'opi gained all of it's strength during- meaning the summer we just spent- and basically go back to May, when the S'opi was't established yet to prevent it from doing so. If this route is taken- and it is the less desirable of the two- then everything that happened may be lost. Angel, you could end up- most likely would- losing Cordelia and Connor again- and there would be no guarantees that you would ever wake up, Cordy. Everything that happened, everything that we gained could be lost, and we might not get it back. People who we thought would be here, second chances might be lost.

However, there's another way. We could allow the Partners to move us to another identical dimension than this. Our loved ones would be there, safe, and while the S'opi would destroy this world, it wouldn't matter, because our entire lives would be there, ready to pick up where we left off. We'd be completely off the hook, and able to move on with our lives, and keep everything we hold dear to us.

So, there's your decision that the Partners have put to you. You don't have long to make it, only a couple of days before the window closes. Sacrifice everything, or go to another dimension and keep everything you've worked for.

Better think fast.

Current Mood: distressed
Current Music: Garbage- Temptation Waits

You know, I'm actually finding this whole thing slightly amusing. The Good and Plentys may have finally met their match- I mean, when something like the Prevost turns on it's tail and tells you you're royally fucked- and not in the fun way- well... I have to say, it makes me feel all warm inside. Except for that "Everyone's Going to Die" part. Because frankly, I'd rather keep Wes living- he's the necrophiliac, not me, and it's just not going to be satisfying if someone else kills Cordelia. And again, back to the Wes part. Had some more big plans that I wanted to finish before something like this would fuck everything up again.

I'm going down to the Partners, Angel, and I'll see if we have anything in our resources that we can use to stop the S'opi S'alz.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Thursday- War All the Time

I'm going to Canada. To the fucking middle of nowhere Canada. Today. And something tells me that no, I won't get to find some incredibly hot Mountie to fuck or dress Wes up like one.

I'm not being paid enough for this. This wasn't in the god-damned contract. I don't do snow. I don't like snow. And I'm charging my new mink jacket to the company account. Fuck them all. If I end up committing a homicide, I'll enter a plea of insanity. Not like you can try a dead woman, anyways.

(Lover, after this? I suggest that we actually do something that isn't saving the world. That's not a date. Now, if you're bringing on the apocolypse...)

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: The sound of the airport intercomm system...

Had a very successful day- spent most of it in bed with Wesley, as I like it. However, since Morrigan and I are meeting here for drinks tonight, I figured it would be best if I sent him into the office to research, with instructions to return back here in a certain amount of time, and if not, I'll go there and remind him of why he wants to be here.

Hmm.. might have just given him incentive to stay there. Oh well, not that I mind.

Also, think I forgot to mention that Morrigan was coming over tonight. Hmm. Well, he'll be too involved in his research to notice (I hope), with luck (and distraction) on my side, I'll be spared the 20 questions tonight.

Before she comes, I'm going to take a quick shower and see how fantastic I can make myself look in 20 minutes. Not that I don't ever look fantastic (though I admit, the bangs were a mistake.) On that note, the water is warm- time for me to indulge myself in that five-head shower I have.

ETA: Noticed that Wesley and I haven't done anything lately together. Had an idea shoot into my mind, especially after viewing these beauties, however, can't decide which one would work for what I have in mind. Hmmm...

Current Mood: flirty
Current Music: Beyonce Knowles- Crazy In Love (Wes's, I swear)

You know, two-day long stays at the Home Office aren't fun. Well, they are in the way that you come back feeling all tingly and refreshed, and with a renewed sense of purpose- oh, no, wait, that last one was due to that long meeting with the Senior Partners about getting back on track and reminding you what failure would cost. It's not like they have anything to worry about- they gave me my position for a reason and I haven't let them down lately, now have I?

However, I did come back to find out that Lindsey's perverted Evil Hand is running for Govenor, and somehow it got Wolfram and Hart to endorse him... The Partners will have a field day with this. Hand, you and I might need to have some sort of a conversation (is there any way you can keep the topic from the rest of the body?) Anyways, apparently now Cole and Lindsey are snarking even more at each other- I'm suspecting it's because of the Hand's attempts to get Morrigan to play trophy wife. Kyle and I are taking bets on how long before Cole and Lindsey are caught in the janitor's closet together.

Speaking of Morrigan, I haven't seen her for awhile. Should call her and invite her for drinks. Kyle, let me know when I have time on my schedule.

And while I'm on the subject of meetings, Angel, I do need to brief you on some things that were discussed to me at the meetings- when would be a good time? I'll be availble until this evening- I agreed to help Wes research and I think it's due time that I made good on my promises to distract assist him.

Current Mood: horny
Current Music: I refuse to divulge what I'm listening to.

Cordelia had a prophecy about some sort of Big Bad. Whoopdee doo. I'm sure the Good and Plenty's will nilch it in no time. In the meantime, I'll be out of the office for the afternoon- meeting with the Home Office, and then I'm going to drop by Wes's office and try to help him out.

Or, more likely, distract him from researching into having sex. What can I say, I like attention.

Angel, we should also probably have some sort of talk soon. Let me know what works back. And your son? Turned out so much better when you brainwashed him instead of Holtz.

Kyle, reroute all calls concerning cases to Turner and McDonald. Not like they do anything productive, anyways.

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Some sort of soothing ocean noises Kyle insist will calm me

You know what's a bitch? Incredibly drunk and depressed boyfriends who appear in your living room in a slightly suicidal state.

Yes, I found Wes. In quite such a state, I must admit. Came home after searching every bar in the city to find him right there, with a knife, talking about that bitch Justine (note to self: When I run into her next, teach her how to properly slit a throat- using herself as a model.). I was worried that Connor would fuck him up, but not... last time, yes, he was past depressed, but that anger, that lust for vengance kept him going (and I made sure to put it all to good use.) This time... was... well, to put it mildly, he frightened me. I can handle Wes, handle being the only thing out there for him, but seeing him like that, talking about wanting to damn himself with me? Poetic, yes, but let's face it, Sexton and Baudelaire are more my style than star cross'd lovers. Besides, I've worked damn hard, too damn hard to have everything get shot to Hell like that, and especially not with him riding the bullet.

Stupid idiot. If he'd-

Anyways, managed to calm him down, got him to go to sleep (but not before he vomited all over my carpet), and decided to stay with him in case he tried anything. Last thing I need to come home to is blood on the walls, and ... Right, not going, there. Full stomach and whatnot. Anyways, Gunn, he's fine quite well rested, actually, and Angel, I'll be managing my cases from home for awhile longer, unless you want to risk him going AWOL with a knife again.

And I swear to God, Angel, next time you have one of these brilliant "Hey, let's erase all the times I fucked up as a parent!" ideas? I'm going to give you a bath with holy water. And garlic oil. Because in my eyes? This goes on your shoulders, as the firm completed their end of the deal. Nice job, Ace.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a quick nap- playing nursemaid is so exhausting and satisfying.

Current Mood: scared
Current Music: Alison Krauss- Let Me Touch You For Awhile

Well. Wes seems to be past not picking up the phone, and downright avoiding everyone. I'm a little beyond worried, since I can't imagine he's had the greatest past couple of days. I've dropped my theory about this being about our fight- if it was just about that, he would have at least come back for incredible make-up sex, but I'm starting to think that he's not having a good time dealing with all of the memories that he must be regaining. You know, especially that one about him stealing Angel's one and only son from him and henceforth setting many horrible things in motion, including my death and an apocolypse (or three). If it was me, I'd be out celebrating with a drink right about now (Well, except for the part with me dying), but Wesley, of course, has that convienent conscience that is not only damnably sexy in some strange way, but also go and give a damn about others.

In all defense of my lover, I'm still trying to remember how exactly this was a bad thing, you know, the taking Connor away. If I can remember, there was a (false) prophecy about Angel killing his son, and a talking (burger) loa to back it up. You would think Angel would have the common sense to see that even if Wesley's way of carrying it out wasn't exactly genius, his intentions were pure (slightly disgusting that he can be so noble and that I happen to be-... deeply care for him). But then again, that would actually require Angel to take energy away from brooding and making his hair permanently stand on end like that.

So now I'm left feeling incredibly worried. I've checked all of his usual haunts, and unfortunately, the key to his place was left at my old apartment when I was killed- besides, I doubt he's actually there. I just... I remember how he was last time, when Angel turned on him, and... I just want to know that he's okay (pathetically enough). Which means I'm going to have to swallow my pride and my hormones and pay a visit to the only other person who would have any idea where to find him(other than me). It's a long shot, but it's worth it. If not, I'll have to call out one of the SWAT teams to do a search. Angel did take a Brooding-Cause-My Girlfriend-Just-Woke-Up-And-Is-Pissed-Even-Though-She's-The-One-That-Committed-Mass Murder Day, leaving me the boss by de facto.

Kyle, same orders as usual. Send all clients over to McDonald- not like he actually has a life besides this place and the hand.

Current Mood: worried
Current Music: Ani DiFranco- 32 Flavors