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part one of many, I'm afeared:

LAST WATCHER STANDING

Neither of the two remaining Watchers on the North American mainland were ever really able to say how the idea had first come about, or from whose insane excuse for a mind. One day, they were working side by side, companionably enough albeit both rather tired and run-down, with Olivia and Fred hovering over them with cups of Constant Comment and suggestions to take a few hours off; the next, it seemed, and they were fighting for their lives and their sanity, not to mention their dignity.

"No. I won't do it."

"Oh, come on, Wes." Angel, leaning against the back of one of Wolfram and Hart's posh leather Chesterfield sofas, grinned at him. "Getting out for a few hours will do you a world of good." He grinned some more; Wesley, glaring, thought the grin resembled some evil demonic hellspawnish clown-painted mouth of doom, sent to destroy him.

"We're busy." Giles took off his glasses, and polished them on his sleeve. He was, Wes thought bitterly, too obviously stalling for time. "We've got to track down the origins of that spell Willow asked about; otherwise, we could find ourselves with a major infestation of unstoppable proportions."

"So? What's the big? We do that twice a month." Gunn, Wes seethed silently, you traitorous sod, don't you dare.... "Like the man says, Wes, do you and Rupert a mess of healthy to get your asses out there. Loosen the stiff upper lips a little bit."

Disloyal bastard, Wes thought, and shot a sideways glance at Giles. Rupert's face was a tight mask of irritation. He's as furious as I am, Wes thought, and wondered why that realisation should be so heartening.

"Wesley?"

He looked up, and met Olivia's eye. "Yes?"

"We're doing this." Her voice was flat, calm, and utterly inflexible. "We're not going to argue about it. We're not going to strut our watcherly pride like a pair of offended roosters. We're doing this."

"Suppose we refuse?" It was a last ditch attempt at wriggling, and Wesley knew it was pointless. He knew the answer; so did Angel, grinning in a way that made Wes long to hit him, very very hard, just above one ear. So did Lorne, whistling and looking innocent over by the magically treated windows; so did Giles, who sighed windily, a soft angry noise of capitulation.

"Then neither of you get anything resembling sex, at all, for six months."

"You can hardly-"

"Oh, for heaven's sake, of course they can!" Rupert exploded at last. "Don't be so bloody dim, Wes. If anyone ought to know what this place has in odd cabinets literally from here to hell, it's you." He turned around and looked at Olivia. "So, what is it? A spell to render us gruesomely hideous to all carbon based life forms, if we don't play along? A talisman to make us smell like Komodo dragon food? What?"

Fred smiled sweetly. She and Olivia exchanged a look.

"Someone phone down to the auto pool, and tell them to get a car ready." Fred's sweet smile had become an evil grin. Wes was suddenly reminded that this slip of a girl was from Tornado Alley. "YeeeeHAW, gentlemen, we're going to shop until one of y'all drops. Beverly Center, next stop. Saddle up!"

• * *

He's as furious as I am, Wes thought, and wondered by the thought should be so heartening.

wondered at the thought?

Holding my breath waiting for the rest.

No, not wondered at the thought; he's literally wondering why the idea of Giles being furious should make him feel better. But I've used "thought" twice in too close a proximity. Shall fix.

For heaven's sake, don't hold your breath; this one will likely be bit more meandery than my usual.

edit: ah, got it, also a typo in that sentence. All fixed now.

Ah, wondered why the thought... Yeah, makes sense.

next bit:

All the way to the Beverly Center, stiff-backed and livid with suppressed rage, Giles wondered who had come up with this time-wasting, soul-destroying rubbish.

Olivia, he thought, it had to have been Olivia. After all, dragging him off shopping in Nevada, and following that up with some maniacally intense sex that had threatened to break him in half, had worked once before as a way to relax him. It would be just like her, to assume that would work every time. But making this into some sort of stupid competition...?

"Stop looking so cross and disapproving. You look like Margaret Thatcher's third cousin when you do that. Hideous." Olivia was holding a manila envelope in her lap; she reached in and pulled out the contents. "Titanium Card, good. Walkie talkies, excellent. They had damned well better have remembered to - ah. Yes, they did."

She reached into the envelope and pulled out a golden charm bracelet. There were four charms dangling from it; it was too dark to see what they were.

Olivia slipped it onto one wrist. The clasp on the bracelet snapped itself shut; in the dim light of the black Lexus custom limo, Giles thought he saw the bloom of magic settle over Olivia's skin. Damnation, he thought, must remember to keep an eye on that thing....

The Lexus pulled into the parking garage at the Beverly Center.

"We're here," Olivia remarked, and leaned forward to tap on the glass. It slid back. "Have the others arrived?"

"Yes ma'am. They're right behind us."

The glass slid closed, and Olivia leaned over. She kissed Giles full on the mouth.

"Let the games begin," she told him, and climbed out of the car.

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Dear God, this is funny.