Conditions at the bar had not become markedly more cooperative since the last time I'd paid a visit. And given that I was not backed up by a Slayer tonight, I had my hands just a bit more full
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"Damn Wes, you'd think you were actin' like my dad my or somethin'."
"Once a Watcher, always a Watcher, Faith." I said, quietly, not sure if she heard or not. Although, I did suppose it was true. Not only in my personal opinion, but for the fact that though I'd parted ways with the Watchers' Council, Faith had never been officially reassigned to another Watcher. I found myself wondering if that particular book of records had survived the Council's destruction.
It was as I attempted surreptitiously observe Faith across the diner booth that my thoughts continued in the same vein. What was it about fate, I mused, that kept people constantly connected, no matter the time and the place? I'd seen enough evidence of that kind of connection with Angel and Buffy.
Now, it seemed, that Faith would always be drawn eventually into the most important times of my own life. If I could help her, help keep her on her path, then that was more than all right with me.
"... nah, you know me Wes, that's not my gig."I nodded. Model Slayer was
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"I always did, Faith. I didn't break you out of jail for nothing."
I know he didn't do it intentionally but for some reason he always made things sound like I owed him. Like it wasn't bad enough I still felt regret for everything I'd done to him but I couldn't help but wonder if there was a little shadow inside him that just loved to rub it in my face. Y'know like, 'Hey Faith! Even though you tried t' kill me I've still done all this shit for you! What's your problem, chick?!' "Mm," was all I could manage to reply with at first, burying my eyes into the menu as if his statement was to be ignored. In fact, that's probably not a bad idea. "Monte cristo sounds good.."
"So you're thinking of staying around, then?"The menu was folded closed and ungracefully tossed back onto the table. "Depends on the incentive," I answered through a coy little smirk, tucking my hair back behind my ear with one hand. I allowed my smirk to become a bit more of a smirking smile and rest my elbows on the table, tucking my arms near my chest. "How 'bout it,
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I frowned. There was something distinctly upset about the tone of Faith's voice, the set of her shoulders. Whatever I'd said had not set well with her, and I was having a devil of a time determining just what and why. Besides...
"Faith, there's no Monte Cristo on the menu..."
Before I could finish, she was tossing aside the menu and answering my other question. And really, that was the one in which I was far more interested.
"Depends on the incentive... How 'bout it, Sir Wesley? How would you train a dog to 'stay'?"Faith leaned forward and gave me a smirk that was part challenge and part something almost coquettish in the way it was teasing me into responding. Now, we were back into a far more comfortable mode-- casual, light and entirely avoiding the tension that seemed to be constantly strung between us. Well, comfortable, perhaps, save the way Faith was leaning forward. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I returned a smirk at her
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"Well, shit," I muttered out, my gaze lookin' over to where the kitchen was. ".. they should have it. Ever tried that stuff? Talk 'bout heaven floatin' in your mouth; well.. we'll leave it at that." What a bad way tryin' to keep control of the conversation. I grunted, leanin' back against the chair with my eyes warily lookin' back at Wes. "I think I'll just stick to coffee. Don't have much of a taste for food now anyway.."
And so I rose up after selecting a couple sugar packs and one of those little creamer cups. I sat on the edge of the table, tending to his coffee, pouring in the sugar followed by the creamer then using my finger to stir it. Without so much as looking at him I picked the coffee up and took a couple sips. "Yeah, that's better. What're you lookin' at?" I shot at the waitress staring at me like I was a freak. I dipped my head as though challenging her and she walked off, coffee pot in hand
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"Well, shit... they should have it. Ever tried that stuff? Talk 'bout heaven floatin' in your mouth; well... we'll leave it at that."
"Not really my taste," I said, mostly to myself, and it was true. Mother had always kept to the old prejudice of not mixing sweet tastes with savory, and so a dish like a Monte Cristo wasn't to my liking. Not that Faith would care to hear that, so I shook my head, and went on persuing the menu myself.
The waitress brought two mugs, only one with a small chip missing, which surprised me, and poured two cups of dark coffee. I knew we would at least be able to count on it being strong.
"I think I'll just stick to coffee. Don't have much of a taste for food now anyway..."Finding nothing particularly appetizing, I agreed. I was about to reach for the sugar when Faith left her seat, perched herself on the edge of the table, and put both sugar and what passed for cream into the mug. I fought back an aghast look as she stirred the coffee with her finger
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I held it up in front of my eyes and I turned it around in my hand. "Hm," I sang thoughtfully. "Nope. No Wesley Wyndam-Pryce anywhere on the thing. But hey.. fair's fair." I placed it back in front of him and pretty much tended to finish my own drink which didn't take too long. I was pretty set to hit the road, but watchin' Wes right now was a too good picture.
"I didn't mean to imply..."
Sitting there I watched him while he stammered at me, trying to get his words out. It only made my grin grow more coy. "Careful there, hot stuff," I warned playfully, leaning back in my seat and crossing my arms, ".. someone's gonna see you squirmin' under your new getup." A wink was made to him just to let him know I was still teasin'.. didn't want him to get that uncomfortable with me. This is still Wes we're talkin' 'bout, right?
"Faith, if you're going to remain in Los Angeles working with me-- us-- then I don't think that I'll be resorting quite to either of those methods. Although there is a rather good doughnut shop
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"Careful there, hot stuff... someone's gonna see you squirmin' under your new getup."
I frowned, still a bit off-kilter by Faith's implications, but the wink that followed her statement gave me the impression that she was teasing. Playfulness was quite a change from the last time we'd seen each other. Certainly, the immediate circumstances were much more extreme, but there was a powerful tension between us that at times I wasn't sure would ever ease.
And yet, when we'd said our goodbyes... or, rather, addressed each other by name as a means of saying goodbye... I had seen something new in Faith's eyes. It looked a bit like understanding, and perhaps even a little respect. I hoped she had seen something new in the way I regarded her, as well-- it was also, I think, some understanding, along with an appreciation of the person she'd become and the long, difficult road she walked.
"Yeah... I mean... good doughnut shop, right? That's enough to keep me in town for awhile."I smirked at her, draining my coffee
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"Once a Watcher, always a Watcher, Faith." I said, quietly, not sure if she heard or not. Although, I did suppose it was true. Not only in my personal opinion, but for the fact that though I'd parted ways with the Watchers' Council, Faith had never been officially reassigned to another Watcher. I found myself wondering if that particular book of records had survived the Council's destruction.
It was as I attempted surreptitiously observe Faith across the diner booth that my thoughts continued in the same vein. What was it about fate, I mused, that kept people constantly connected, no matter the time and the place? I'd seen enough evidence of that kind of connection with Angel and Buffy.
Now, it seemed, that Faith would always be drawn eventually into the most important times of my own life. If I could help her, help keep her on her path, then that was more than all right with me.
"... nah, you know me Wes, that's not my gig."I nodded. Model Slayer was ( ... )
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I know he didn't do it intentionally but for some reason he always made things sound like I owed him. Like it wasn't bad enough I still felt regret for everything I'd done to him but I couldn't help but wonder if there was a little shadow inside him that just loved to rub it in my face. Y'know like, 'Hey Faith! Even though you tried t' kill me I've still done all this shit for you! What's your problem, chick?!' "Mm," was all I could manage to reply with at first, burying my eyes into the menu as if his statement was to be ignored. In fact, that's probably not a bad idea. "Monte cristo sounds good.."
"So you're thinking of staying around, then?"The menu was folded closed and ungracefully tossed back onto the table. "Depends on the incentive," I answered through a coy little smirk, tucking my hair back behind my ear with one hand. I allowed my smirk to become a bit more of a smirking smile and rest my elbows on the table, tucking my arms near my chest. "How 'bout it, ( ... )
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I frowned. There was something distinctly upset about the tone of Faith's voice, the set of her shoulders. Whatever I'd said had not set well with her, and I was having a devil of a time determining just what and why. Besides...
"Faith, there's no Monte Cristo on the menu..."
Before I could finish, she was tossing aside the menu and answering my other question. And really, that was the one in which I was far more interested.
"Depends on the incentive... How 'bout it, Sir Wesley? How would you train a dog to 'stay'?"Faith leaned forward and gave me a smirk that was part challenge and part something almost coquettish in the way it was teasing me into responding. Now, we were back into a far more comfortable mode-- casual, light and entirely avoiding the tension that seemed to be constantly strung between us. Well, comfortable, perhaps, save the way Faith was leaning forward. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I returned a smirk at her ( ... )
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"Well, shit," I muttered out, my gaze lookin' over to where the kitchen was. ".. they should have it. Ever tried that stuff? Talk 'bout heaven floatin' in your mouth; well.. we'll leave it at that." What a bad way tryin' to keep control of the conversation. I grunted, leanin' back against the chair with my eyes warily lookin' back at Wes. "I think I'll just stick to coffee. Don't have much of a taste for food now anyway.."
And so I rose up after selecting a couple sugar packs and one of those little creamer cups. I sat on the edge of the table, tending to his coffee, pouring in the sugar followed by the creamer then using my finger to stir it. Without so much as looking at him I picked the coffee up and took a couple sips. "Yeah, that's better. What're you lookin' at?" I shot at the waitress staring at me like I was a freak. I dipped my head as though challenging her and she walked off, coffee pot in hand ( ... )
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"Not really my taste," I said, mostly to myself, and it was true. Mother had always kept to the old prejudice of not mixing sweet tastes with savory, and so a dish like a Monte Cristo wasn't to my liking. Not that Faith would care to hear that, so I shook my head, and went on persuing the menu myself.
The waitress brought two mugs, only one with a small chip missing, which surprised me, and poured two cups of dark coffee. I knew we would at least be able to count on it being strong.
"I think I'll just stick to coffee. Don't have much of a taste for food now anyway..."Finding nothing particularly appetizing, I agreed. I was about to reach for the sugar when Faith left her seat, perched herself on the edge of the table, and put both sugar and what passed for cream into the mug. I fought back an aghast look as she stirred the coffee with her finger ( ... )
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I held it up in front of my eyes and I turned it around in my hand. "Hm," I sang thoughtfully. "Nope. No Wesley Wyndam-Pryce anywhere on the thing. But hey.. fair's fair." I placed it back in front of him and pretty much tended to finish my own drink which didn't take too long. I was pretty set to hit the road, but watchin' Wes right now was a too good picture.
"I didn't mean to imply..."
Sitting there I watched him while he stammered at me, trying to get his words out. It only made my grin grow more coy. "Careful there, hot stuff," I warned playfully, leaning back in my seat and crossing my arms, ".. someone's gonna see you squirmin' under your new getup." A wink was made to him just to let him know I was still teasin'.. didn't want him to get that uncomfortable with me. This is still Wes we're talkin' 'bout, right?
"Faith, if you're going to remain in Los Angeles working with me-- us-- then I don't think that I'll be resorting quite to either of those methods. Although there is a rather good doughnut shop ( ... )
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I frowned, still a bit off-kilter by Faith's implications, but the wink that followed her statement gave me the impression that she was teasing. Playfulness was quite a change from the last time we'd seen each other. Certainly, the immediate circumstances were much more extreme, but there was a powerful tension between us that at times I wasn't sure would ever ease.
And yet, when we'd said our goodbyes... or, rather, addressed each other by name as a means of saying goodbye... I had seen something new in Faith's eyes. It looked a bit like understanding, and perhaps even a little respect. I hoped she had seen something new in the way I regarded her, as well-- it was also, I think, some understanding, along with an appreciation of the person she'd become and the long, difficult road she walked.
"Yeah... I mean... good doughnut shop, right? That's enough to keep me in town for awhile."I smirked at her, draining my coffee ( ... )
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