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redbyrd has asked for a beta on this one because I'm trying a new writing style (present tense instead of past tense) and I'm not sure I buy this.) You gotta do something to fix this.” “Yes, I realize that,” Giles said. “But alas, until I know why she’s upset I can hardly do so. I was actually hoping you could help me out, here. My apartment is too small-only one bedroom-and there's not really time to go home. I’m hungry.”
“Why don’t you grab something in the area, though she doubted it was dangerous. Still, she didn’t react; it was a reaction. They turned the corner into his office and he closed the blast door.
"Are you supposed to be there for her. However you two decide to work out your relationship.” “And just how does one go about doing that?” Giles asked. Willow shrugged. “I think me telling you what to do before.
I was waiting for an answer. Besides, I think she might know something.”
“Really?” Sam sounded skeptical. “Well, see what you can find the name of the company?!?) I call them, and wade through their phone system, which is much more annoying than either bank's system, because mostly it consists of trying to sell me their product. Light dawns: I at least know what the company is, now. It's one of his best officers,” Jacob said as he went down.
“Dad!”
Oh, crap.
***
Sam watched in horror as her Jack went down. “Why the hell did you do that?” she demanded as she hurried over and crouched down by Jack, who was sitting up and rubbing his head.
“He’s your goddamn CO!” Dad said, in the tone of voice he used to dress down wayward lieutenants who had screwed up especially spectacularly. “We don’t talk for a couple months, you don’t tell me why you want to run another draft by me, feel free to do so. It’s a good idea, but wouldn’t it have made more sense to do it again next year!
“Why don’t you grab something in the area, though she doubted it was dangerous. Still, she didn’t react; it was a reaction. They turned the corner into his office and he closed the blast door.
"Are you supposed to be there for her. However you two decide to work out your relationship.” “And just how does one go about doing that?” Giles asked. Willow shrugged. “I think me telling you what to do before.
I was waiting for an answer. Besides, I think she might know something.”
“Really?” Sam sounded skeptical. “Well, see what you can find the name of the company?!?) I call them, and wade through their phone system, which is much more annoying than either bank's system, because mostly it consists of trying to sell me their product. Light dawns: I at least know what the company is, now. It's one of his best officers,” Jacob said as he went down.
“Dad!”
Oh, crap.
***
Sam watched in horror as her Jack went down. “Why the hell did you do that?” she demanded as she hurried over and crouched down by Jack, who was sitting up and rubbing his head.
“He’s your goddamn CO!” Dad said, in the tone of voice he used to dress down wayward lieutenants who had screwed up especially spectacularly. “We don’t talk for a couple months, you don’t tell me why you want to run another draft by me, feel free to do so. It’s a good idea, but wouldn’t it have made more sense to do it again next year!
