When In Rome - Wesley/Buffy
After the battle with the Black Thorn and Wolfram & Hart, Wesley decided he needed a much deserved, long break from Los Angeles and what was left of his friends. So as soon as possible he packed up his clothes and the few personal items he had and got on the first plane to Rome. Why Rome you may ask ? Well he had phoned Giles and it had been the older watcher who had suggested he go there and perhaps while on part vacation he could help Buffy out while Giles was starting the new watchers council. Mainly he just wanted Wesley to keep an eye on the young women. Of course Wesley knew Buffy would definitely not be pleased to see him or to have him back in her life again, but he had changed a great deal over the years and he was sure she had changed also. Perhaps they could be at least civil to one another during his stay in Italy.
On the plane he took a chance to finally rest. Though as he slept he dreamt only of nightmares. The loss of Fred, the appearance of Illryia, the down fall of his friends and nearly dying back in Los Angeles. He had come so close to death that it haunted him badly and he woke drenched in sweat as he glanced around him wondering if he had indeed died, but as he looked down at the food tray before him he knew he was alive for heaven would not be so cruel as to serve airline food. Taking a deep breath he calmed down and flagged down a stewardess and got himself a small glass of whiskey with ice to make him relax a little more.
For the rest of the journey Wesley did not sleep of fear of having his nightmares return once more to him. It was in the early hours of the morning by the time he arrived in Rome. Jet lagged, dark stubble on his face, messy hair and a crumpled shirt he grabbed his luggage and hailed down a taxi to take him to where Buffy was currently residing. On the way there he took time to enjoy the local scenery. It was truly beautiful and it had a wonderful effect on him, made him feel alive again to be away from Wolfram & Hart, stuck in his office all day, reading all those books. That was all behind him now and he was glad he wouldn't be going back to that life in a hurry.
Arriving at a large but old style apartment building, Wesley paid the taxi driver and carried his luggage inside. Glad to see there was an elevator instead of having to carry everything upstairs, he got in but quickly regretted doing so as the death trap called an elevator wearily made it's way to the floor where Buffy's apartment was. Thankful to get out alive he dragged his bags down the long hallway until he got to the door he was looking for. Knocking softly but loud enough to be heard he waited anxiously for the door to open.
On the plane he took a chance to finally rest. Though as he slept he dreamt only of nightmares. The loss of Fred, the appearance of Illryia, the down fall of his friends and nearly dying back in Los Angeles. He had come so close to death that it haunted him badly and he woke drenched in sweat as he glanced around him wondering if he had indeed died, but as he looked down at the food tray before him he knew he was alive for heaven would not be so cruel as to serve airline food. Taking a deep breath he calmed down and flagged down a stewardess and got himself a small glass of whiskey with ice to make him relax a little more.
For the rest of the journey Wesley did not sleep of fear of having his nightmares return once more to him. It was in the early hours of the morning by the time he arrived in Rome. Jet lagged, dark stubble on his face, messy hair and a crumpled shirt he grabbed his luggage and hailed down a taxi to take him to where Buffy was currently residing. On the way there he took time to enjoy the local scenery. It was truly beautiful and it had a wonderful effect on him, made him feel alive again to be away from Wolfram & Hart, stuck in his office all day, reading all those books. That was all behind him now and he was glad he wouldn't be going back to that life in a hurry.
Arriving at a large but old style apartment building, Wesley paid the taxi driver and carried his luggage inside. Glad to see there was an elevator instead of having to carry everything upstairs, he got in but quickly regretted doing so as the death trap called an elevator wearily made it's way to the floor where Buffy's apartment was. Thankful to get out alive he dragged his bags down the long hallway until he got to the door he was looking for. Knocking softly but loud enough to be heard he waited anxiously for the door to open.