While Wesley was speaking to the man, Fred had went over to the weapons cabinet. "It's a Befla'ge demon," she said, glancing at Wesley. "Remember we killed one in the sewer last year before...well, before Darla showed up." A grimace covered her face and she gave Wesley an apologetic look. She didn't know if he liked talking about who things were before what happened with Justine, Holtz and Connor
( ... )
Wesley nodded at Fred's reminder of their last run in with a Befla'ge demon, seeing the look on her face. He sighed softly and wondered if there would ever be a time where they'd be able to talk about things that came...before without either of them thinking about what had happened in between. Pushing up off the floor, he took the sword from her, impressed once again with her memory
( ... )
"Wesley?" Fred whispered in the darkness as her hand started to shake. It wasn't like him to just up and leave her. Something had to have happened, and she didn't like that he just disappeared. Taking a shaky breath, she continued down the tunnels, trying hard not to cry or scream out for him
( ... )
What did you do, boy? Magic is not to be messed with! That bird should have stayed dead!
I'm sorry, Wesley, love. I wish I could--that's your father. Get back to your studies.
We're sending you to Sunnydale to replace Rupert Giles as Watcher to both Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane. We're placing a lot of trust in you with this assignment.
You're just going to mess it up, boy. Just like you always do.
You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
Hey, Wooly Boy!
I'll kill you!
You really have changed.
She'll never know you the way I do.
I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say I'm sorry, and I'm really trying to be, but, Fred, I can't.
I know, Wesley...I know...
And I don't want to lose you to them.
In all honesty...you're the only thing I want.
Wesley!
Come on, Wesley, you survived more, you can't die now. You can't die. I love you and you can't leave me.He wasn't sure what had happened at first, but his chest burned, and with a gasp, his eyes flew open. With a cough, he began to heave, his body
( ... )
She continued to breath into his mouth, needing him to live. It wasn't fair. She had just found him and now he was going to be taken away. "Wesley," she cried, pumped her hands against his chest. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he started to cough. Fred quickly turned his head to help him get rid of the water.
When he touched her face, Fred started to sob at his words. "I love you too and you can't ever leave me," she cried as she leaned forward and cradled him in her arms. "I can't live without you." She buried her head against his for a moment and curbed her tears. When she finally stopped, she pulled back and looked at him. They were both covered in sewer.
"We-we should get you cleaned up. Your apartment is nearby," she said, standing. She then helped him stand and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Just lean on me and I'll get us back to your car."
Opening his mouth, Wesley almost said that he couldn't live with her either but stopped himself, realizing that he would have died just then if it hadn't been for Fred. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her as she held him. Tears started to form in his own eyes. Only together for a little while, and they had almost lost each other
( ... )
Fred was relieved when they finally got out of the sewers. She didn't think she ever wanted to go down into them again. When they got to Wesley's jeep, she nodded and took the keys from him. Unlocking the passenger side door, Fred made sure Wesley was in before shutting it behind him. She then went to the driver's side, got in and started the engine
( ... )
As Fred drove them to the flat, Wesley rested his head back against the passenger seat. He was so glad to have her there with him, knew that as long as she was there, he'd be able to face anything. Even death. Though he'd prefer not having to face that again for quite a long time
( ... )
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I'm sorry, Wesley, love. I wish I could--that's your father. Get back to your studies.
We're sending you to Sunnydale to replace Rupert Giles as Watcher to both Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane. We're placing a lot of trust in you with this assignment.
You're just going to mess it up, boy. Just like you always do.
You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
Hey, Wooly Boy!
I'll kill you!
You really have changed.
She'll never know you the way I do.
I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say I'm sorry, and I'm really trying to be, but, Fred, I can't.
I know, Wesley...I know...
And I don't want to lose you to them.
In all honesty...you're the only thing I want.
Wesley!
Come on, Wesley, you survived more, you can't die now. You can't die. I love you and you can't leave me.He wasn't sure what had happened at first, but his chest burned, and with a gasp, his eyes flew open. With a cough, he began to heave, his body ( ... )
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When he touched her face, Fred started to sob at his words. "I love you too and you can't ever leave me," she cried as she leaned forward and cradled him in her arms. "I can't live without you." She buried her head against his for a moment and curbed her tears. When she finally stopped, she pulled back and looked at him. They were both covered in sewer.
"We-we should get you cleaned up. Your apartment is nearby," she said, standing. She then helped him stand and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Just lean on me and I'll get us back to your car."
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