Oh My Goddess! [Illyria/Open]

[Andrew Wells]

Even Andrew had to admit that enough was enough. He'd survived with living in a house full of Potentials, yes, but back then he'd had Xander and Spike, and...well, he had sort of been a guestage. Now he had responsibility, and although he loved all the girls, there was sometimes too much oestrogen for a guy to take. Even a guy like Andrew. Also, these were potentials. These were actual Buffy-and-Faith strengh slayers, who were quite willing to kick his ass if he accidently knocked over another bottle of nail varnish.

Plus, they'd been hogging the tv all day, and that was just not fair, what with the marathon Star Wars films that he just knew were on, even after they'd hidden the tv magazine. He felt, really, that being in responsibily, being a Watcher (in training) meant that he would at least get his own house. Unfortunately, being in responsibility also meant that he had to stay at the base, and keep an eye on things. For Rupert. Damn it.

So here he was, having, quite simply, taken the rarely presented opportunity to just escape. On the pretense of doing work, of course. He could quite simply be checking up on Team Angel (and damn, he was seeing the costumes already). Wandering into the Hotel was not just a way to see Spike again.

He'd kept that secret. Being the one who told Buffy that he was still alive wasn't what Andrew planned for his life. He quite fancied living to actually try being good again, properly. In the big battle style of being good. There had never really been any cool battles when he was bad - just a lot of hiding in a van. Though...that had been quite cool as well.

He was dragged out of his thoughts as he pushed open the door to the Hyperion Hotel, glancing back over his shoulder just to make sure he wasn't being followed. That probably wouldn't be good either, because then he'd be questionned. Andrew didn't much like being questionned, that reminded him of Anya. Somehow. And he did miss Anya. He couldn't see anyone though, so turned abck, moving into the building before clicking the door closed behind him. "Hello? Anyone hoome?" he couldn't help but sing, moving into the lobby and revolving slowly, looking around.

Well...it wasn't bad. Didn't smell quite as much as the big office place had done.