When I woke up my head felt heavy and my throat felt raw. Hurt to even swallow and that was when I felt the cool cloth brush against my forehead. Another trick? Another game to play? I don't fucking think so. Before I even opened my eyes my hand snapped up quickly and tried to grab the wrist in front of me hard. I was ready to just snap it in half and run like hell but after a minute I started to remember everything. Started to remember why my fingers wouldn't even close around the flesh in front of me. Opening my eyes I saw Wes starin' down at me with concern my fingers still desperately trying to latch onto anything. Two broken hands, that would be my luck
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Rusty. That’s probably it. I can’t think of any other reason, won’t think of any other reason as to why I wasn’t more careful when she woke up. But she seems rather rusty as well, or perhaps still to dazed. When she started come around, I didn’t as I would’ve done had I still be used to being around a Slayer alive, pull my hand away. No, I kept brushing that cloth over forehead and even leaned forward. It wasn’t until I saw her make a futile grasp for my hand, arm, wrist, that I thought about how dangerous Slayers can be when taken of guard. Either I feel rather secure around Faith, or I’ve really gone rusty after ten years of Limbo
( ... )
I should have known that he'd react that way. If the roles were reversed would I leave? Hell no I wouldn't and I recognized that stubbornness in him well. Problem was? I could be just as stubborn if not more stubborn. He didn't understand what Kakistos had done to my last watcher. He didn't get it that Kakistos wasn't lookin' to kill me, he was lookin' to play just like he always was. He was lookin' to turn me inside out and all around. And I knew exactly where he'd start from. Wesley, the closest thing I had to a watcher now. He'd start there and Wes wouldn't have a chance in hell
( ... )
And there was that look in her eyes again. The same one she had in Pylea after we warmed each other. In a very original way to say the least. The one where she would rather push me away, and very fast at that. It hurt, I ignored it, but it hurt. After everything we’ve been through, well mostly being dead but still, she’d still not trusted me. Or even wanted me close by. Perhaps it was best if I just kept my distance, even though it would tear me up inside.
Always so sensitive boy. We’ll get that out of you yet. A watcher cannot be ruled by his emotions, or care to deeply for his Slayer. He was right and wrong. The fact that he had cared to deeply, is what made the bond between Giles and Buffy so strong. The fact that I tried not to care, only made the gap bigger with each passing second. But I had learned from my mistakes. The only problem was, she wouldn’t let me. And I didn’t really know how
( ... )
"You don't understand!" I was so annoyed that he told me he wouldn't leave, that I shouldn't raise my fucking voice! Who the hell was he kidding? He didn't get it! He didn't understand. When Kakistos killed Kate, my first watcher he did more than just kill her. He pretty much killed any chance I had of being a fully functional slayer. Some little part of me just died that day and I never really got it back. B liked to think that my psychosis started when I killed the Mayor's lackey. Really it started when Kate died. Kakistos was my absolute worst nightmare
( ... )
Of course not. She’s so agitated again she’s not hearing a word I say. Rolling my eyes, I start to tug on her clothes myself. There’s nothing I’ve not seen before. Hell, there’s nothing I’ve not felt before. And lets face it, when it comes to those kinds of things, Faith’s not a shy person. Which is the only reason I feel no guilt while doing this. It seems to be the only way for me to find out how badly that bastard had gotten to her. Physically, I’m not talking about her mental state of mind. It seems he’s hit the bull’s-eye quiet well there
( ... )
Why was he always doing that? Lapsing back into scolding me like a small child. No matter how many times he insisted that I was acting like one, I wasn't. He just didn't get it and I wasn't about to explain it to him. Still there was something really irritating about having someone, the only someone really, always make you feel about three inches tall. Couldn't he just cut me some slack on this one? Not that I really blamed him about the running away thing. If I were him I wouldn't run either, no matter how much someone insisted that I should. It didn't make it any less irritating
( ... )
Ah. Of course. Angel. I knew it had to be him. Not Connor, not Illyria, not even Tara with her witch powers. Angel. It always comes back to Angel. Letting out a resigned sigh, I nod as I look at one of the more bigger bruises. Can I at least take care of those? Can I at least tell her never to worry me like this again? Can I at least tell her how she scared me to a second death? Can I at least tell her that being back alive would be meaningless without her
( ... )
Why did I have the impression that I'd done something to really piss Wesley off? He was doin' that thing he did where he wouldn't tell me and he'd pretend to be just fucking fine and then bam something wicked passive aggressive would creep into his voice. Just for once I'd like to see him get pissed off enough off to yell back at me. It was so weird to see so much nothing with so much something going on just below the surface. I didn't even know what I'd done except ask him to leave. Didn't he get that I just didn't want anything to happen to him again
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