Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.22
The Waste Land
All other info is in the first chapter
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She jumps from the doors of the bus as it comes to a complete stop, in front of the huge building. She looks up at it, straitening her back, and starts her trek to the entrance.
Walking by the old, fountain in the atrium, Faith doesn't pay it any attention, and doesn't notice that the water that's left in it is brown, and becoming stagnant. Her focus is directly on the door not ten feet in front of her.
Making her way up to the door, she tries to open it. "What the hell?" She asks herself, as she tries to push it open, and it doesn't budge at all. Thinking that it's stuck, she pushes a little harder. She didn't think she used all that much strength, but suddenly she's nearly falling on her face as the lock pops, and the door groans open. She looks back at the door to see that the lock is still hanging from the doorframe, and the door is still standing wide open.
Turning back to the lobby, she sees that it's completely devoid of life, and most of the furnishings that had been there not more than a month ago. Dust has settled on everything that was left. She walks around the room, headed for the big desk at the back of it. Her fingers trailing along the back of the big, round, couch in the middle of the lobby, she notices a few pieces of paper lying on the wooden top of the desk.
"Angel?" She shouts, as Willow makes her way into the building, and sneezes loudly because of all the dust and grime that Faith has stirred up with her movement into the place.
"Faith?" She asks after one particularly powerful sneeze. "What's goin' on? Where's everyone?" She slowly turns around on the threshold, and takes a look up the steps to her left. Taking in a deep breath, "Fred?" She bellows out as she exhales. "Wesley?"
Faith has made her way to the desk, and picked up the papers that were laying on it. "No need to shout for'em Wills." She explains, making her way back over to the red head.
Willow turns to the dark brunette, her mouth still in the position to shout another name.
Faith shows her the papers still in her hands, "They aren't here." She hands the stack of papers to the witch.
"What's this?" Willow asks, as she takes the proffered parchments. Then looking down at them, she starts to read what's written on the top sheet, aloud. "We have moved." She looks back up at Faith.
"Yeah, now read where they've moved to." She snorts.
"Wolfram and Hart. We still help the helpless. If you're in need of help, please contact us at Angel Investigations @ wolfram and hart.com or call us at 555-8666." Looking back up and pushing a strand of hair behind her shoulder, she inhales. "What's a Wolfram and Hart?" She asks, as she looks into the brown eyes of the slayer in front of her.
"It's an evil law firm." That's all the explanation that Faith gives her, before sliding past her, and out the door again. Turning back to the stunned red head, "We can't stay here, unless Angel will give us the okay." She turns on her heel, taking a few steps toward the bus. "You comin'?" She asks over her shoulder, as she walks out of the gate and knocks on the door of the bus.
Stirred from her stunned silence, "Yeah." Willow replies, the stack of papers still in her hand, as she shuts the door as best she can, and makes her way back out onto the street, and onto the yellow vehicle.
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Lilmamaday: Thanks for the vote of confidence on the F/W conversation, I wasn't sure if the characters were like I wanted them.
Miriya: Have I got a surprise for everyone. I can't say anything else, but there are still a lot of surprises to come.
Darklover: The movie I had in mind would make absolutely no sense what so ever if Spike doesn't get a spin-off.
Buffspike: Just remember that this story has so much going on that even I have no idea what's gonna happen next, until I write it.
Caliope: I can't answer your questions, for fear of totally ruining the story. All I can say is you'll just have to wait and see. Chocolate chip cookies are of the good, but if they were White Chocolate, Macadamia, I'd be your best friend.
Inkling: Slightly annoying? I'd have to say a whole lot annoying; the girl gets on my last nerve.
Culf: As with Caliope I can't answer your questions, cause if I did it'd ruin everything I have set-up, and I know that you wouldn't want me to mess it up for you.
Chp.22
The Waste Land
All other info is in the first chapter
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
She jumps from the doors of the bus as it comes to a complete stop, in front of the huge building. She looks up at it, straitening her back, and starts her trek to the entrance.
Walking by the old, fountain in the atrium, Faith doesn't pay it any attention, and doesn't notice that the water that's left in it is brown, and becoming stagnant. Her focus is directly on the door not ten feet in front of her.
Making her way up to the door, she tries to open it. "What the hell?" She asks herself, as she tries to push it open, and it doesn't budge at all. Thinking that it's stuck, she pushes a little harder. She didn't think she used all that much strength, but suddenly she's nearly falling on her face as the lock pops, and the door groans open. She looks back at the door to see that the lock is still hanging from the doorframe, and the door is still standing wide open.
Turning back to the lobby, she sees that it's completely devoid of life, and most of the furnishings that had been there not more than a month ago. Dust has settled on everything that was left. She walks around the room, headed for the big desk at the back of it. Her fingers trailing along the back of the big, round, couch in the middle of the lobby, she notices a few pieces of paper lying on the wooden top of the desk.
"Angel?" She shouts, as Willow makes her way into the building, and sneezes loudly because of all the dust and grime that Faith has stirred up with her movement into the place.
"Faith?" She asks after one particularly powerful sneeze. "What's goin' on? Where's everyone?" She slowly turns around on the threshold, and takes a look up the steps to her left. Taking in a deep breath, "Fred?" She bellows out as she exhales. "Wesley?"
Faith has made her way to the desk, and picked up the papers that were laying on it. "No need to shout for'em Wills." She explains, making her way back over to the red head.
Willow turns to the dark brunette, her mouth still in the position to shout another name.
Faith shows her the papers still in her hands, "They aren't here." She hands the stack of papers to the witch.
"What's this?" Willow asks, as she takes the proffered parchments. Then looking down at them, she starts to read what's written on the top sheet, aloud. "We have moved." She looks back up at Faith.
"Yeah, now read where they've moved to." She snorts.
"Wolfram and Hart. We still help the helpless. If you're in need of help, please contact us at Angel Investigations @ wolfram and hart.com or call us at 555-8666." Looking back up and pushing a strand of hair behind her shoulder, she inhales. "What's a Wolfram and Hart?" She asks, as she looks into the brown eyes of the slayer in front of her.
"It's an evil law firm." That's all the explanation that Faith gives her, before sliding past her, and out the door again. Turning back to the stunned red head, "We can't stay here, unless Angel will give us the okay." She turns on her heel, taking a few steps toward the bus. "You comin'?" She asks over her shoulder, as she walks out of the gate and knocks on the door of the bus.
Stirred from her stunned silence, "Yeah." Willow replies, the stack of papers still in her hand, as she shuts the door as best she can, and makes her way back out onto the street, and onto the yellow vehicle.
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Lilmamaday: Thanks for the vote of confidence on the F/W conversation, I wasn't sure if the characters were like I wanted them.
Miriya: Have I got a surprise for everyone. I can't say anything else, but there are still a lot of surprises to come.
Darklover: The movie I had in mind would make absolutely no sense what so ever if Spike doesn't get a spin-off.
Buffspike: Just remember that this story has so much going on that even I have no idea what's gonna happen next, until I write it.
Caliope: I can't answer your questions, for fear of totally ruining the story. All I can say is you'll just have to wait and see. Chocolate chip cookies are of the good, but if they were White Chocolate, Macadamia, I'd be your best friend.
Inkling: Slightly annoying? I'd have to say a whole lot annoying; the girl gets on my last nerve.
Culf: As with Caliope I can't answer your questions, cause if I did it'd ruin everything I have set-up, and I know that you wouldn't want me to mess it up for you.