"Or, I could just be getting better at readin' what your avoidin'." Spike snorted, waving a hand at Wesley. "Just spit it out. What's got you so happy to be alive, Wes? Instead of wishin' you were six feet under and not thinking about all this."
Wesley opened his mouth to answer and then shut it, shaking his head. His forehead furrowed as he considered the question. When he'd first woken up . . . well, things had just moved so quickly and he'd never given a thought to how he felt or why. Of course he'd been glad to be alive, he'd had a chance to save Angel . . . now . . . why did he have? Giles sprang to mind, as well as the chance to fix between Angel and himself, oddly, Sarah was there too and . . .
"I . . . everything's rather confused in my head at the moment," he said softly before shaking away the thoughts. "I don't know, but . . . life seemed to grab a hold on me rather quickly."
"So? What are your plans? You gonna stay here? With . . . the Council? Work with Slayers, be a Watcher again?" Spike snorted at the last, but he was smiling and Wesley couldn't help but smile as well.
Good lord, he'd come right back where he'd started. Everything had led him right back where he'd began. Granted, things were different this time. Gil--Rupert, for one. Not only in a personal sense either. With Rupert running the Council . . . well, things would be much different and Wesley was no longer that irritating sycophant he'd been so long ago.
"That's what I intend to try. Uh, Giles asked me to return. The shortage of Watchers is quite desperate and I know he could use the help and . . . Gil--Rupert will be fighting the good fight . . ."
Spike gave him a bemused look, but Wesley refused to think what the vampire might mean by it. He knew Spike, and Angel as well though he tended to ignore such things, had a sense of smell at least comparable to what he now possessed. Spike wasn't one not to notice such clues.
"Good," Spike nodded, a small smile on his face. "I, uh, I should get back to Angel. Don't like leavin' him so long. Might be awake now."
Wesley opened his mouth to answer and then shut it, shaking his head. His forehead furrowed as he considered the question. When he'd first woken up . . . well, things had just moved so quickly and he'd never given a thought to how he felt or why. Of course he'd been glad to be alive, he'd had a chance to save Angel . . . now . . . why did he have? Giles sprang to mind, as well as the chance to fix between Angel and himself, oddly, Sarah was there too and . . .
"I . . . everything's rather confused in my head at the moment," he said softly before shaking away the thoughts. "I don't know, but . . . life seemed to grab a hold on me rather quickly."
"So? What are your plans? You gonna stay here? With . . . the Council? Work with Slayers, be a Watcher again?" Spike snorted at the last, but he was smiling and Wesley couldn't help but smile as well.
Good lord, he'd come right back where he'd started. Everything had led him right back where he'd began. Granted, things were different this time. Gil--Rupert, for one. Not only in a personal sense either. With Rupert running the Council . . . well, things would be much different and Wesley was no longer that irritating sycophant he'd been so long ago.
"That's what I intend to try. Uh, Giles asked me to return. The shortage of Watchers is quite desperate and I know he could use the help and . . . Gil--Rupert will be fighting the good fight . . ."
Spike gave him a bemused look, but Wesley refused to think what the vampire might mean by it. He knew Spike, and Angel as well though he tended to ignore such things, had a sense of smell at least comparable to what he now possessed. Spike wasn't one not to notice such clues.
"Good," Spike nodded, a small smile on his face. "I, uh, I should get back to Angel. Don't like leavin' him so long. Might be awake now."
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