Virtually Clean
Chapter 2: Lucky Bastard
Charles Gun was rudely awoken by the ringing of his telephone. Ok, ok....so he WAS sleeping on his desk, and now he found a slimy puddle of drool to great him. Gunn wiped the wet from his chin in disgust. Meanwhile, the phone was still ringing. Gunn rubbed his eyes and groaned.
"Alright, alright...I'm here!" He picked up the phone, and grumbled angrily into it. "What?!"
Gunn listen patiently...but he wasn't really interested...he wasn't hearing anything new. So H.A.D.E. had taken in a few more members, big deal? They did that everyday. It wasn't until he heard who they had that he became concerned.
"Lorne, AND Charlotte?" he was stunned, both his top members taken in...again! He knew he should separate the two...to avoid this kind of thing...but he also knew he wouldn't. Truth was...they were stronger together.
Gunn hung up the phone, he rubbed his temples in silence for a moment. "SHIT!"
It was time to go to work. Gunn picked up his phone, and called his secretary. "Joss? Yeah, Lorne and Charlotte have been taken in by H.A.D.E...."
"Again?" A small female voice said on the other end.
"Yeah, you know the drill....make a deal with the soulless bastard that runs the place." Gunn hung up the phone, and walked over to the windows of his large office. The city skyline looked beautiful at night, Chicago really was quite a pretty town.
Chicago...Gunn could hardly believe where he was. Everyone he knew left him after the Awakening, everyone took sides...and Gunn found that most of the people he knew weren't on his. That's when he moved to Chicago and started this organization. At first it was just a few disorganized protesters...but Gunn got them into shape. Now they were a finely oiled, demon rights, protesting machine.
Yes, it was true. Gunn was the founder of D.A.P.T., he's been running the show and calling the shots for twelve years, keeping friends like Lorne and Angel in mind.
Angel. Gunn worried about him. He has seen first hand the changes the Awakening had brought on his on-time fellow evil fighters. It wasn't pretty.
Gunn sighed and looked at his feet. There was only two things that could ruin the serenity of that night. One, which had already happened, was his two top members being captured by H.A.D.E., and the other was happening now, thinking about the fact that the 'soulless bastard' that ran the evil company that put them there, was Spike.
Spike. First he saves the world, then he feeds it violence. Gunn didn't' get it...and supposed he never would. Everyone had changed, though Spike? No real big surprise there. It was Lorne that had Gunn worried. Since he joined D.A.P.T. Lorne had become...well...broody. No more degrading yet some how cute pet names, no more singing...he's become more like Angel then anybody else. It was really starting to bother Gunn quite a bit.
If this Awakening could have such a large impact on some one like Lorne, what would it do to Angel?
Of course it did help that Angel probably wasn't aware of Spike's "position".
"Excuse me, Charles?" Gunn turned around, before him stood his very blonde secretary. "Just like to let you know...we made a deal...Lorne and Charlotte are being released within the next twenty four hours."
Gunn nodded. "Make sure that they are."
Gunn would very much like to be with them, helping them...but he was needed in the office. He suddenly understood how Angel felt at the head of Wolfram and Heart. It was torture, not always being able to be out on the streets. But he knew he was playing a much needed role here. Besides he had Lorne and Charlotte on the New York front, his most important one, and they were very dependable.
Gunn looked up to the sky from his window, and he thought about Wesley. 'Lucky bastard.' Gunn smirked, and for a moment he was happy, completely happy...and for almost no reason at all.
We thought about that moment when all of them faced Wolfram and Heart...they were a team...and although he couldn't remember much about that fight, he did remember feeling as though he were a part of something, he hadn't cared if they won or lost...even if they had all died in that fight at least they would've known that they had tried.
Then a dark thought crossed his mind, perhaps...it would have been better if...they had all died...
Gunn looked up at the sky again, a more somber look in his eyes. "Lucky bastard...." he whispered.
Chapter 2: Lucky Bastard
Charles Gun was rudely awoken by the ringing of his telephone. Ok, ok....so he WAS sleeping on his desk, and now he found a slimy puddle of drool to great him. Gunn wiped the wet from his chin in disgust. Meanwhile, the phone was still ringing. Gunn rubbed his eyes and groaned.
"Alright, alright...I'm here!" He picked up the phone, and grumbled angrily into it. "What?!"
Gunn listen patiently...but he wasn't really interested...he wasn't hearing anything new. So H.A.D.E. had taken in a few more members, big deal? They did that everyday. It wasn't until he heard who they had that he became concerned.
"Lorne, AND Charlotte?" he was stunned, both his top members taken in...again! He knew he should separate the two...to avoid this kind of thing...but he also knew he wouldn't. Truth was...they were stronger together.
Gunn hung up the phone, he rubbed his temples in silence for a moment. "SHIT!"
It was time to go to work. Gunn picked up his phone, and called his secretary. "Joss? Yeah, Lorne and Charlotte have been taken in by H.A.D.E...."
"Again?" A small female voice said on the other end.
"Yeah, you know the drill....make a deal with the soulless bastard that runs the place." Gunn hung up the phone, and walked over to the windows of his large office. The city skyline looked beautiful at night, Chicago really was quite a pretty town.
Chicago...Gunn could hardly believe where he was. Everyone he knew left him after the Awakening, everyone took sides...and Gunn found that most of the people he knew weren't on his. That's when he moved to Chicago and started this organization. At first it was just a few disorganized protesters...but Gunn got them into shape. Now they were a finely oiled, demon rights, protesting machine.
Yes, it was true. Gunn was the founder of D.A.P.T., he's been running the show and calling the shots for twelve years, keeping friends like Lorne and Angel in mind.
Angel. Gunn worried about him. He has seen first hand the changes the Awakening had brought on his on-time fellow evil fighters. It wasn't pretty.
Gunn sighed and looked at his feet. There was only two things that could ruin the serenity of that night. One, which had already happened, was his two top members being captured by H.A.D.E., and the other was happening now, thinking about the fact that the 'soulless bastard' that ran the evil company that put them there, was Spike.
Spike. First he saves the world, then he feeds it violence. Gunn didn't' get it...and supposed he never would. Everyone had changed, though Spike? No real big surprise there. It was Lorne that had Gunn worried. Since he joined D.A.P.T. Lorne had become...well...broody. No more degrading yet some how cute pet names, no more singing...he's become more like Angel then anybody else. It was really starting to bother Gunn quite a bit.
If this Awakening could have such a large impact on some one like Lorne, what would it do to Angel?
Of course it did help that Angel probably wasn't aware of Spike's "position".
"Excuse me, Charles?" Gunn turned around, before him stood his very blonde secretary. "Just like to let you know...we made a deal...Lorne and Charlotte are being released within the next twenty four hours."
Gunn nodded. "Make sure that they are."
Gunn would very much like to be with them, helping them...but he was needed in the office. He suddenly understood how Angel felt at the head of Wolfram and Heart. It was torture, not always being able to be out on the streets. But he knew he was playing a much needed role here. Besides he had Lorne and Charlotte on the New York front, his most important one, and they were very dependable.
Gunn looked up to the sky from his window, and he thought about Wesley. 'Lucky bastard.' Gunn smirked, and for a moment he was happy, completely happy...and for almost no reason at all.
We thought about that moment when all of them faced Wolfram and Heart...they were a team...and although he couldn't remember much about that fight, he did remember feeling as though he were a part of something, he hadn't cared if they won or lost...even if they had all died in that fight at least they would've known that they had tried.
Then a dark thought crossed his mind, perhaps...it would have been better if...they had all died...
Gunn looked up at the sky again, a more somber look in his eyes. "Lucky bastard...." he whispered.