Ships50 Prompt Eighteen
Title: A Place in Heaven (Part Six)
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Wesley/Faith
Prompt: Emotions
Word Count: 952
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for Season 5 Angel, especially Time Bomb.
Summary: Faith and Wesley try to find a way to get Illyria to the Deeper Well, and Faith is confused about her emotions regarding Wesley.
Feedback: Greatly Appreciated.
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Faith strained to keep her eyes open as she read through the files Wesley had dumped in front of her. The cold cement floor of the basement was getting more uncomfortable by the second, and she was beginning to think that this whole thing was just an excuse for him to get away from the demonic hustle and bustle of the law firm, and the ominous - not to mention depressing - presence of Illyria. The demon god was like a walking obituary - a reminder of everything he'd lost. And yet Faith couldn't help but notice the look of sorrow in his eyes when he'd looked at Illyria earlier - how he kept averting his gaze.
If it came down to killing Illyria, would Wes be able to do it? Would he be willing to destroy the body that belonged to the woman he loved?
Woman he loved.
It was odd, thinking about it. Faith remembered Fred from when she'd helped Wes capture Angelus. She remembered the furtive looks between her ex-watcher and the skinny brunette. She also remembered how much she didn't like the thought of them together - how much it had bothered her then. Now she felt even worse, and that just added a layer of guilt to everything.
She felt bad for Fred's death, of course...
...but now she was left in the shadow of a ghost.
Faith glanced at the clock on the bare wall opposite where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Are you sure this is the best way to use our time, Wes? It's been hours, and I don't even know what it is I'm supposed to be lookin' for."
Ignoring Faith, Wesley continued reading - which caused her to scowl for the umpteenth time since they'd gone down into the basement.
She wanted to help Wesley. She really did. But her nerves were wearing thin. She felt...more sensitive than usual. Being ignored was one of her worst pet peeves, and Wesley seemed to have a Ph.D in peeving her off today. Figure in the fact that she hadn't had a decent night's sleep in a few days and it was no wonder she was so cranky.
Well...that and the fact that Wes had made that crack about her not being "the sort" to have long term relationships. That certainly hadn't helped her mood.
She'd grown so much since he'd last seen her. She'd opened her heart - tried to believe that there was such a thing as being surprised. Even if she and Robin didn't work out, it had been a big step for Faith - just letting someone in at all.
Of course, Wesley hadn't been there to witness that; but the fact that he didn't even allow for the possibility that she had changed bothered her.
Or maybe she was bothered because it bothered her at all what he thought.
Faith leaned back against the cabinets closed her eyes.
***
"Hmm."
Faith quickly lifted her head, eager for anything to break her away from her thoughts, which had taken a rather depressing turn.
"Hmm, what?"
"It seems that there was a massive spell performed on the day that we took over Wolfram and Hart," Wesley frowned, flipping through the pages of a rather thick file, and looking not a little perturbed. Faith got up from the floor and stretched her arms above her head, grabbing each elbow in turn to help get out the kinks.
"So? What does that have to do with anything?"
"The wizard who performed the spell...Cyvus Vail...he's done a lot of work for Wolfram and Hart, from what it looks like. He must be extraordinarily powerful."
"And you think he might be able to help with Blue gal," Faith ventured.
"That's what I'm hoping," Wesley confirmed. "Though I'm not sure that we'll be well received should we go to request his assistance."
"Why's that?"
"Well...not many of our clients and associates are particularly happy with the way things have been handled at Wolfram and Hart under Angel's new management."
"Isn't that good? I mean we are talking about evil clients and associates, aren't we?"
"More or less," Wesley frowned.
Faith propped her elbows on a file cabinet in front of Wesley.
"Wes, what's the deal with this place?"
"I beg your pardon?" Wes cast a confused glance at her.
"I mean you, Angel, and the rest of the gang deciding to take over Wolfram and Hart. It's kind of weird. Ok, scratch that, it's a lot weird, and more importantly, it just all seems like a terrible idea."
It was as though a storm cloud passed over Wesley's features at the slayer's words, and immediately Faith wished that she could take it back.
"You're probably right, Faith." He lifted a hand to his eyes, setting the file down next to him on the cold ground. Faith moved out from behind the file cabinet and sat down next to him.
"Hey, it wasn't your fault, Wes."
"Wasn't it?"
"Fuck no!" Faith said passionately. "You gotta stop doing this to yourself. What's happened can't be undone, and you're...well, you're just gonna have to move on, Wes."
She saw him flinch slightly, but she didn't care. She was glad she'd said it.
Someone had to.
"Come on; let's go pay this Vail guy a visit. If he doesn't wanna talk, then I'm sure my fist will come in handy," Faith grinned.
Wesley squinted, but his face soon contorted into what might pass for a grin as he took Faith's hand and they got up from the floor.
TBC
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Wesley/Faith
Prompt: Emotions
Word Count: 952
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for Season 5 Angel, especially Time Bomb.
Summary: Faith and Wesley try to find a way to get Illyria to the Deeper Well, and Faith is confused about her emotions regarding Wesley.
Feedback: Greatly Appreciated.
Read Previous Entries HERE
Faith strained to keep her eyes open as she read through the files Wesley had dumped in front of her. The cold cement floor of the basement was getting more uncomfortable by the second, and she was beginning to think that this whole thing was just an excuse for him to get away from the demonic hustle and bustle of the law firm, and the ominous - not to mention depressing - presence of Illyria. The demon god was like a walking obituary - a reminder of everything he'd lost. And yet Faith couldn't help but notice the look of sorrow in his eyes when he'd looked at Illyria earlier - how he kept averting his gaze.
If it came down to killing Illyria, would Wes be able to do it? Would he be willing to destroy the body that belonged to the woman he loved?
Woman he loved.
It was odd, thinking about it. Faith remembered Fred from when she'd helped Wes capture Angelus. She remembered the furtive looks between her ex-watcher and the skinny brunette. She also remembered how much she didn't like the thought of them together - how much it had bothered her then. Now she felt even worse, and that just added a layer of guilt to everything.
She felt bad for Fred's death, of course...
...but now she was left in the shadow of a ghost.
Faith glanced at the clock on the bare wall opposite where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Are you sure this is the best way to use our time, Wes? It's been hours, and I don't even know what it is I'm supposed to be lookin' for."
Ignoring Faith, Wesley continued reading - which caused her to scowl for the umpteenth time since they'd gone down into the basement.
She wanted to help Wesley. She really did. But her nerves were wearing thin. She felt...more sensitive than usual. Being ignored was one of her worst pet peeves, and Wesley seemed to have a Ph.D in peeving her off today. Figure in the fact that she hadn't had a decent night's sleep in a few days and it was no wonder she was so cranky.
Well...that and the fact that Wes had made that crack about her not being "the sort" to have long term relationships. That certainly hadn't helped her mood.
She'd grown so much since he'd last seen her. She'd opened her heart - tried to believe that there was such a thing as being surprised. Even if she and Robin didn't work out, it had been a big step for Faith - just letting someone in at all.
Of course, Wesley hadn't been there to witness that; but the fact that he didn't even allow for the possibility that she had changed bothered her.
Or maybe she was bothered because it bothered her at all what he thought.
Faith leaned back against the cabinets closed her eyes.
***
"Hmm."
Faith quickly lifted her head, eager for anything to break her away from her thoughts, which had taken a rather depressing turn.
"Hmm, what?"
"It seems that there was a massive spell performed on the day that we took over Wolfram and Hart," Wesley frowned, flipping through the pages of a rather thick file, and looking not a little perturbed. Faith got up from the floor and stretched her arms above her head, grabbing each elbow in turn to help get out the kinks.
"So? What does that have to do with anything?"
"The wizard who performed the spell...Cyvus Vail...he's done a lot of work for Wolfram and Hart, from what it looks like. He must be extraordinarily powerful."
"And you think he might be able to help with Blue gal," Faith ventured.
"That's what I'm hoping," Wesley confirmed. "Though I'm not sure that we'll be well received should we go to request his assistance."
"Why's that?"
"Well...not many of our clients and associates are particularly happy with the way things have been handled at Wolfram and Hart under Angel's new management."
"Isn't that good? I mean we are talking about evil clients and associates, aren't we?"
"More or less," Wesley frowned.
Faith propped her elbows on a file cabinet in front of Wesley.
"Wes, what's the deal with this place?"
"I beg your pardon?" Wes cast a confused glance at her.
"I mean you, Angel, and the rest of the gang deciding to take over Wolfram and Hart. It's kind of weird. Ok, scratch that, it's a lot weird, and more importantly, it just all seems like a terrible idea."
It was as though a storm cloud passed over Wesley's features at the slayer's words, and immediately Faith wished that she could take it back.
"You're probably right, Faith." He lifted a hand to his eyes, setting the file down next to him on the cold ground. Faith moved out from behind the file cabinet and sat down next to him.
"Hey, it wasn't your fault, Wes."
"Wasn't it?"
"Fuck no!" Faith said passionately. "You gotta stop doing this to yourself. What's happened can't be undone, and you're...well, you're just gonna have to move on, Wes."
She saw him flinch slightly, but she didn't care. She was glad she'd said it.
Someone had to.
"Come on; let's go pay this Vail guy a visit. If he doesn't wanna talk, then I'm sure my fist will come in handy," Faith grinned.
Wesley squinted, but his face soon contorted into what might pass for a grin as he took Faith's hand and they got up from the floor.
TBC