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[__angel]

The rain was falling down around me, I was still standing in the middle of the street, in the alley, looking around at all the demons and everything else that came our way, lying on the ground, dead. Not like they weren't before. The fight was over and I was the only one standing. Wes had already died and Gunn only had ten minutes. A demon crushed

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[__angel]

She would actually think I would leave her here alone with wet clothes. Now, I would leave her here if she had everything she needed, but she didn't, which is why I was going to go and get what she needed before I left. But now she wants to go with me. That's fine, couldn't hurt. It wouldn't stop what I was going to do

[wickedslayer]

I picked out a stupid lookin' t-shirt with the hotel's logo on it, and a pair of sweatpants which Angel promptly paid for before I could stop him. Although I noticed the logo on his credit card. Wolfram and Hart. He was still using their money, despite his apparent depression. Weird.

His hand was warm on my shoulder as he nodded towards the bar. He wanted to get drunk? Well, nothin' like drownin' your pain in some Jack Daniels. That was the sort of philosophy I could stand behind.

"Sounds good. Just let me change first, okay?" He nodded at me and I watched him as he started towards the bar on his own. Oh fuck no, no he didn't.

Walking after him I grabbed his hand and pulled him back inside the room. "I told you I'm not lettin' you out of my sight until I know everything is five by five, okay? Just let me change and we can both go."

Pulling the sweatpants and t-shirt out of the plastic bag I watched as he turned his eyes away from me. I had no shame or modesty, but he was always the gentleman. So like him.

[__angel]

I had thought that she would go back to the room by herself, but that wasn't the case when she grabbed my arm and practically drug me toward the room. Getting inside, I stand there, looking around as she reached into the bags. "That's fine, Faith, I wasn't going to leave," I say then turn around as she starts to undress.

Shutting my eyes, I remember the last time I was even with anyone. Nina. Told her to leave and I hope she did. She was nice and I know I'll never see her again, although, that would be a good thing anyway.

I hear her say something and I turn around. She's changed and now we can go. Heading to the door, I open it and walk out, heading toward the bar again, not saying anything to her. We get there and I sit myself on a barstool, "Whiskey ..." I say, then look over at Faith, then back at the bartender, "Just bring the whole bottle, Jack."

[prodigal_slayer]

Was about to open my mouth and ask for a shot when Angel told the bartender to bring over the entire bottle of JD. Well damn- Angel was startin' to act alot like...me. Not that I was all that surprised, I mean Angel and I were alot alike. Everybody who knew us knew that, even if they really didn't like it. And by they I mean Buffy...of course

[__angel]

She poured me a shot and I took it, drinking it down. Slamming the glass on the table, I take a breath that I don't need, then grab the bottle again, pouring another shot. Looked over at her when she said my name, but I didn't say anything, neither did she for awhile.

Not until she asked me what had happened. Doesn't matter now, I told her all she needed to know, and I didn't want to think about it. "How about I don't?" I asked her, then looked down at the shotglass. Picking it up, I slam it back, then set the glass back on the table.

"Why don't you tell me about what you've been doing?" Come to think of it, I could have really used her help, if only I had called. I'm sure Buffy knew where she was, in fact I knew she did, I just didn't make the call because I figured that she didn't trust me anymore because Buffy didn't.

That was a wrong thought.

[prodigal_slayer]

Okay. Angel didn't wanna talk about what had happened even though I was burstin' at the seams. What had happened? It wasn't fair, I came in for the tail end of the fight and didn't even see the big show. What had happened? Why was Angel blaming this whole thing on him? I mean besides the fact that he always blamed everything on himself.

Groaning a little bit I finally took the shot he had poured me. "Welp. Been in Rome, chillin' with B. Fighting the big bads, but mostly goin' to boring museums with Giles and babysitting Andrew." I said shortly not really feelin' the lets catch up on eachother game that was way one-sided.

"Just fucking tell me, Angel. I wanna know. I came all this way, don't I deserve to know?"

[__angel]

"You think you deserve to know? Besides, I told you all you needed to know." Thinking of that, there was one thing that I wanted to find out. I wanted to see his body just to make sure. Hey, call me sick and twisted, but I wanted to be sure. Illyria is the one that told me that he died, now I just needed to find out.

Getting up, I grab the bottle, looking over her and smirk a little at what she's wearing, "Come on, we're going for a walk." Looking out the windows that are in the bar, I see that it's not raining anymore, so that shouldn't be a problem.

"Time to see the truth," I say, then head out of the bar. I hear her walking after me, so it's okay. She wouldn't let me out of her sight right now, I guess. I don't care either way. Heading down the street, I open up the bottle, taking a swig, then continue to walk. Making my way to Vails place. Make sure he's dead and see Wes' body for myself.

[wickedslayer]

I was gettin' a little sick of this follow the leader shit, but truth be told I'd follow Angel just about anywhere. Kinda scary knowin' I had that sort of blind faith in anyone. I'd follow him right down to the very bottom if I had to. Wouldn't give up on him. That's why I was here. So I followed, because it was the only thing I knew how to do.

I had no idea where we were going, but it seemed important to him. Since I wasn't lettin' him out of my sight I guessed it was time to humor him and follow him around. Even though I looked like a freakin' tool in the clothes I was wearin'.

"Where are we going?" I asked, glad that the rain had finally let up as we walked down the darkened L.A. sidewalk.

[__angel]

She wanted to know where we're going and I guess she had a right to know. I mean, she would be seeing Wes, dead, I wasn't sure how she'd be able to handle that.

"We're going to Vails, I have to make sure ... I need to see," I say as I keep on walking. Maybe by chance, I could find a car, my car, that would be at Wolfram and Hart though and I'm pretty sure it's destroyed.

"That's where Wes was, Illyria said he was dead. I want to see for myself."

I needed to find out for myself, it was ... I just had to. Wes was my best friend and now he's gone and I know now that I shouldn't have lied to him, or left him out of the loop. That was my fault and it's my fault that he's dead. I miss him.

[wickedslayer]

I fell into an awkward kind of silence as I matched my pace to Angel's and fell into step beside him. We were going to go find Wesley's dead body. I had to just let that sink in before I could think about anything else.

Wes. My watcher. The one I fucked over hardcore when I tied him to a chair and took a broken piece of glass to his pretty face. He ended up bustin' my ass out the clink to take down Angelus, and we had fallen into a weird sort of understanding with eachother. So much shit though. All of it left unsaid when I'd left L.A. with Willow to go help B spank the mac daddy of all evil.

Now I was goin' with Angel to go find his dead body, knowin' that all of those things I'd wished I'd said to him I'd never get the chance to.

Crossing my arms over my chest- I stayed silent as I followed Angel into a swanky lookin' building in the nice section of town. This was where Wes had met his end?

[__angel]

She didn't really say anything else and in a way, that was good. I didn't want to have to explain anything and I didn't want to retell what a bastard I was -- am. I knew this visit was going to shake me up, probably her too. No, I knew it would. Yeah, her and Wes had some ... issues, but it would still hurt her to see him like this. If his body was still around

[wickedslayer]

I saw the crumpled body before I really saw his face. But I knew it was him, the clothes, everything down to the scruffy jawline screamed Wesley. Swallowing hard I followed Angel, both of our boots almost touching the fabric of Wesley's shirt

[__angel]

I heard his faint heartbeat and I almost wanted to cry because he was still alive, or cry because I didn't think we'd have enough time. I felt Faiths fingers entangle with him and I looked down at her, then back at Wes.

"Faith," I started, letting go of her hand. I took off my jacket, "Help me wrap this around his wound, he still has a heartbeat. We have to get him to the hospital." Didn't give her a second glance as I kneeled down, carefully lifting him a little and wrapping my coat around him.

"Faith now!"

Finally she helped me. She's probably confused, but I'm not. I hear it and it feels like it's echoing through the room. I had to help him, I couldn't let him die, not like this. Not my best friend.

[wickedslayer]

"What?" The word escaped my lips before I could really take in what he was tellin' me to do. Was he crazy? Wesley was dead, why did he want to get him to a hospital? Then his words finally struck me. He had a heartbeat, he wasn't dead. He looked really really dead though, I mean and that's comin' from me the ex-coma patient.

Kneeling down quickly I helped Angel pull the coat around Wesley, tightly so the blood that was flowing would stop. As Angel scooped Wesley up into his arms, I looked down at my hands. They were stained in Wesley's blood and for a second I thought I was going to be sick. Swallowing hard I forced myself to look back up and follow Angel out of the building.

"Are you sure, Angel?" What if Angel was just goin' off the deep end? Wouldn't be the first time and he looked seriously lost. "I mean...he looks really..."

[__angel]

Carrying Wes outside, I heard Faith in the background, her voice, asking me if I was sure. I was sure, I hear the heartbeat, it's there, it's still there. He's still alive.

"I'm sure Faith."

Moving quickly down the sidewalk, I see a decent sized car. We needed that car. Looked over at Faith, then back at the car, "Get the door open, I'm hotwiring it."

She looked at me like I was crazy and I just looked down at Wes, he seemed to be fading and we had to get to a hospital quickly. "Faith, we don't have that much time."

That seemed to get her into gear. She tried opening the door and for some reason it was unlocked. Dumbasses. Opening the backdoor, I set Wes down gently, then went to the other side, getting in. Looked around, then brought the visor down and the keys fell into my lap.

"Too fucking easy." Staring the car up, I sped off, heading to the hospital.

[wickedslayer]

Angel's voice kept jarring me out of my thoughts, barking commands at me. It was good that he was though, or else I might have just stood on that sidewalk staring blankly up at him. Wesley was dead, then he wasn't. Maybe the rest of them were alive too then and Angel could stop actin' like a freak. Except I'd seen them, seen Gunn and Fred and a pile of dust that must have been Spike. They were all dead