|It's not good here.
||[Nov. 23rd, 2004|11:46 am]
Placing the phone back in it's cradle, I folded my arms and looked up at Spike that was still in my office. Before he was asking for something him and Tara could do and for a place to stay. When did I become everyone's go to guy? I'm not that guy? Never will be that guy, but it's Spike. History shows that I owe him something. Okay, no it doesn't, but he's willing to help me out with anything I need. I could use him to watch over Faith while I can't. Not so sure about that. I'm still pondering that.
"Got you and Tara a room," I say absentmindedly and pick up some papers on my desk, stacking them and placing them to the side. I grab a pen, writing down that floor and the room number. "You two can just stay in Wolfram and Hart, up in one of the rooms," I say as I hand him the paper, then lean back in my chair. Still didn't know what was going on with Faith. Haven't heard from Wes either. I had walked Faith to the office, then just walked away, like she wanted. She wanted to do this on her own and I wasn't upset because I was jealous of the fact that her and Wes had been together, I was upset that she didn't want me there with her. That's all I've done was try to be there for her, put up with her moods and now -- she doesn't want me around. Well, at least for that.
Guessing I should call up Wes and find out if she's still there. Looking around the office, my eyes settle back on Spike who's looking at the paper. He looks up at me and I shrug, "Just take the elevators up." Tapping my fingers together, I rock back and forth in my chair. Seem's everything is happening all at once and now all my thoughts are coming to me. Buffy's not that bright if she thinks I don't know about her and Riley. I could smell him all over her and that gives me an uneasy feeling. Then again, I'm kinda glad that Spike doesn't have her. When she told me that she had him in her heart, I think my world stopped for a second. All of that get's pushed aside when my thoughts settle back on Faith again. It's been a few hours and she's still not done. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. That is if he's even helped her. He made Spike his priority over his former Slayer. Figures.
Tapping my pen on the desk, I look up at him. "Fine, you want Tara to have a job ... for a witch ... I'll set her up with a job and you, need you to do me a favor." I place the pen down on the desk and look at him seriously. Right now Faith is the most important thing on my mind, I want to know she's safe and that means having her watched when I can't watch her and make sure she's okay. "Right now ... Faith is sick. She's with Wes right now, getting checked out, but there's times when I can't be with her. Buffy said she'd help, or so I overheard when they were talking. But when I'm not around or Buffy's around, I need you to watch her."