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 curling up for a moment. Dirty water streamed out of his nose and mouth until finally, he fell back out to the ground.
"Fred," he croaked, seeing her above him, eyes full of worry. Suddenly, what happened came back to him, and he realized what she had done. "Did I...? Oh, love."
Reaching up a shaking hand, he pressed it to her face. "I could never leave you. I love you too much."
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.
"I'm still here," he reassured her softly. "Thanks to you. I love you so much."
Finally, her tears seemed to fade, and she moved to help him stand so they could go back to his apartment. He was definitely started to feel disgusting and icky from having taken a header into the sewer water. Icky...he had been around Fred too long - although he wouldn't trade that for anything. It made even the sewer worthwhile.
Holding onto her, he let her help him out of the sewer, taking it one step at a time, especially going up the ladder out of the manhole. When they reached the car, Wesley leaned against it for a moment and reached into his pocket, pulling out the keys.
"I--I think I need you to drive," he told her. "I'm feeling a bit better, but I don't think we should risk it."
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.
The sun was starting to rise as she drove them the few short blocks to Wesley's apartment, enjoying the comfortable silence. When they got there, she helped him up the stairwell and to his apartment. "You should probably take a shower," she said as she tossed the keys on the coffee table. She went into his bathroom and turned on the shower before coming back out to the living room.
Fred looked him over and then glance toward the bathroom. "Um, will you be okay in there by yourself? I don't want you to slip and fall in there while I'm out here looking at your...walls. I-I could c-come in and make sure you're okay or if you don't want me in there, I could just sit out here and wait until you're finished and then you can take me back to the hotel so I can shower there." Her cheeks turned bright red and she ducked her head. "Or I could shower with you," she finished as she looked up and gave him a shy smile.
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.
When they reached the flat, Wesley leaned on Fred as she helped him upstairs. He was feeling quite a bit better but was still shaky. He figured that a good hot cup of tea, a shower and Fred would do wonders for him. He wanted to sit down for a moment while she went in to start the shower but then decided against it, considering the states of their clothes - the sooner they got cleaned up, the better. Wesley didn't want to think about what might have been in that water. It might be a good idea for both of them to take a few of the antibiotic tablets he still had in medical chest, he decided.
He was just trying to decide what they should do about their clothes when Fred came back out, asking if he would be okay in the shower. He opened his mouth a few times to try to answer them, but he wasn't able to get a word in, and a small smile crossed his face. This was one of the reasons why he loved her.
Then she offered to shower with him, and Wes found his heart almost stopping for a moment. He remembered his reaction to seeing her naked in her room at the hotel...and he worried about having the same reaction again, but at the same time, he wanted her there.
"I...I think..." He had trouble getting it out, so finally, he held out his hand to her, grasping it and drawing her toward the bathroom with him. "Please."
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 curling up for a moment. Dirty water streamed out of his nose and mouth until finally, he fell back out to the ground.
"Fred," he croaked, seeing her above him, eyes full of worry. Suddenly, what happened came back to him, and he realized what she had done. "Did I...? Oh, love."
Reaching up a shaking hand, he pressed it to her face. "I could never leave you. I love you too much."
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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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"I'm still here," he reassured her softly. "Thanks to you. I love you so much."
Finally, her tears seemed to fade, and she moved to help him stand so they could go back to his apartment. He was definitely started to feel disgusting and icky from having taken a header into the sewer water. Icky...he had been around Fred too long - although he wouldn't trade that for anything. It made even the sewer worthwhile.
Holding onto her, he let her help him out of the sewer, taking it one step at a time, especially going up the ladder out of the manhole. When they reached the car, Wesley leaned against it for a moment and reached into his pocket, pulling out the keys.
"I--I think I need you to drive," he told her. "I'm feeling a bit better, but I don't think we should risk it."
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The sun was starting to rise as she drove them the few short blocks to Wesley's apartment, enjoying the comfortable silence. When they got there, she helped him up the stairwell and to his apartment. "You should probably take a shower," she said as she tossed the keys on the coffee table. She went into his bathroom and turned on the shower before coming back out to the living room.
Fred looked him over and then glance toward the bathroom. "Um, will you be okay in there by yourself? I don't want you to slip and fall in there while I'm out here looking at your...walls. I-I could c-come in and make sure you're okay or if you don't want me in there, I could just sit out here and wait until you're finished and then you can take me back to the hotel so I can shower there." Her cheeks turned bright red and she ducked her head. "Or I could shower with you," she finished as she looked up and gave him a shy smile.
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When they reached the flat, Wesley leaned on Fred as she helped him upstairs. He was feeling quite a bit better but was still shaky. He figured that a good hot cup of tea, a shower and Fred would do wonders for him. He wanted to sit down for a moment while she went in to start the shower but then decided against it, considering the states of their clothes - the sooner they got cleaned up, the better. Wesley didn't want to think about what might have been in that water. It might be a good idea for both of them to take a few of the antibiotic tablets he still had in medical chest, he decided.
He was just trying to decide what they should do about their clothes when Fred came back out, asking if he would be okay in the shower. He opened his mouth a few times to try to answer them, but he wasn't able to get a word in, and a small smile crossed his face. This was one of the reasons why he loved her.
Then she offered to shower with him, and Wes found his heart almost stopping for a moment. He remembered his reaction to seeing her naked in her room at the hotel...and he worried about having the same reaction again, but at the same time, he wanted her there.
"I...I think..." He had trouble getting it out, so finally, he held out his hand to her, grasping it and drawing her toward the bathroom with him. "Please."
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