Location: Bookstore
Time: Afternoon
Characters: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce...
Public, Private, or Semi-Private: Public
Complete/Incomplete: Incomplete
Rating: PG, I suppose
Summary: Wesley has just arrived in town. And where does he go? The bookstore, of course...
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Who the heck puts 'Demon Mythology' next to 'Eragon'?! )
"Wesley?" she whispered. It couldn't be. She'd left Wes in Los Angeles with Angel and Charles and...it wasn't possible!
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He made his way through half of the store, ending up with half a dozen or so books stacked in his arms. A few were titles he'd heard of before, a few were books that had just seemed interesting, and one was a book on demons. One could never be too careful.
One of the books slipped from the stack, and he stooped down awkwardly, trying to pic it up without dropping the rest of them. He managed to get it, then looked up. He saw a figure standing in the aisle in front of him, and his mouth dropped. He let all of the books fall to the floor in his shock. "Fred?!"
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When she spoke, he shook his head and tried to compose himself. He shouldn't be so surprised to see her here, should he? After all, he'd known where she'd gone, a little bit of research digging up airline records...
But still, it was almost surreal. She was standing in front of him, speaking with him. It was something he thought he'd never experience again. And the world wasn't even ending...
"Yes. It's...It's a surprise to see you as well. Um...how're...how're you doing? You look well. You look really well."
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Busted.
"I've just gotten here; got off the plane a few hours ago." He sighed. "I couldn't take it anymore, Fred. We...we were losing. We were always losing. No matter how many battles we fought, no matter how many friends we lost, we weren't making any progress. Demons and the darkness were still coming." He looked down at the floor. "Besides...I missed you."
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"I know what you mean. I couldn't handle it all anymore. It just got to be too overwhelming," she babbled. "I..I missed you, too Wesley," she said quietly.
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He looked down at the floor again. "So...how are things, Fred?"
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"Things are okay, I suppose. I just moved in here, I'm still getting settled. It's a nice town, quaint and quiet. The people here are a rather eclectic bunch. How are things with you?" she said in a single breath.
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"I've only just arrived, so I don't think I've been exposed too much to the...eclectic people that populate this town. But, I'm sure things will never be dull."
He paused for a moment. "Things are going well enough, I suppose. I also assume that you wonder why I came here, aside from you." He sighed. "It wasn't enough. All that we did, all that we fought, it wasn't enough. We were still losing. And I couldn't stand it. So I ran. I suppose that makes me a coward, then," he said, a sad grin on his face.
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She breathed. It was nice to have someone to talk to who knew you and knew all of your quirks. Someone she didn't have to be on guard around.
"So where are you staying?" she asked.
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