London, August 1999
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London, August 1999
"Is this all?" Mary's voice was cold enough to drop the temperature by a few degrees, but Richard was almost certain she was secretly relieved. In hindsight, it was a surprise they hadn't broken up sooner, given the amount of fights they had gotten in. It was mostly a matter of pride, he thought. And that it hadn't been her idea. Though filing for divorce in New York probably hadn't helped her temper. Richard didn't care. She was not suing for custody of Alexis, and that was all that mattered. Well, that, and he still would be rich after the settlement. That was important too. If he ever married again, he'd certainly get a pre-nup though.
"Yes. Everything left belongs to you or the Council." He handed her the keys to the flat. The apartment itself was part of the settlement, and was going to be hers.
"You're quitting everything and everyone then." Mary stared at him. She didn't call him a coward, but he knew her opinion on his courage, or lack thereof.
"I am not quitting my family," he shot back. She didn't flinch. Not anymore. "Alexis needs me. She needs a father she doesn't have to worry about because he's hunting monsters at night. Besides, the Council has things well in hand." The Slayer had prevented an ascension a few months ago, and was still alive after almost three years on the hellmouth. Buffy Summers - and who in their right state of mind would name their daughter 'Buffy'? - got results, even if she was a bit hard on her Watchers. After Rupert, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce had been fired as well. Mary was probably hoping she'd get the position this time. He hoped she'd not - both Rupert and Wyndam-Pryce had stayed in California instead of returning to England, and he'd rather have an ocean and an international border between himself and Mary.
The two glared at each other until Richard nodded at her and left what had been his home for so many years. He wouldn't dwell on the past though, or not too much. He had a future to look forward to. And he had to figure out how to get a flamethrower to New York.
"Is this all?" Mary's voice was cold enough to drop the temperature by a few degrees, but Richard was almost certain she was secretly relieved. In hindsight, it was a surprise they hadn't broken up sooner, given the amount of fights they had gotten in. It was mostly a matter of pride, he thought. And that it hadn't been her idea. Though filing for divorce in New York probably hadn't helped her temper. Richard didn't care. She was not suing for custody of Alexis, and that was all that mattered. Well, that, and he still would be rich after the settlement. That was important too. If he ever married again, he'd certainly get a pre-nup though.
"Yes. Everything left belongs to you or the Council." He handed her the keys to the flat. The apartment itself was part of the settlement, and was going to be hers.
"You're quitting everything and everyone then." Mary stared at him. She didn't call him a coward, but he knew her opinion on his courage, or lack thereof.
"I am not quitting my family," he shot back. She didn't flinch. Not anymore. "Alexis needs me. She needs a father she doesn't have to worry about because he's hunting monsters at night. Besides, the Council has things well in hand." The Slayer had prevented an ascension a few months ago, and was still alive after almost three years on the hellmouth. Buffy Summers - and who in their right state of mind would name their daughter 'Buffy'? - got results, even if she was a bit hard on her Watchers. After Rupert, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce had been fired as well. Mary was probably hoping she'd get the position this time. He hoped she'd not - both Rupert and Wyndam-Pryce had stayed in California instead of returning to England, and he'd rather have an ocean and an international border between himself and Mary.
The two glared at each other until Richard nodded at her and left what had been his home for so many years. He wouldn't dwell on the past though, or not too much. He had a future to look forward to. And he had to figure out how to get a flamethrower to New York.