Rush writing of "Some Assembly Required" Wes/Faith (Lizverse, Angel)
Just a couple paragraphs of my fluffy Faith/Wes fic. Not at all sure if I can characterization right, particularly Faith. It's also not done.
This takes place about 6-7 months after Shattered Glass
"Damnit" Faith raised her head from the catalouge she was persuing to look over at Wesley, her eyebrow raised. Wesley had been attempting to build the crib for the better part of two hours and as of yet only the bottom half was completed. She hid a slight smile at his appearance. His hair was going everywhere, and he was resorting back to his glasses as he had forgotten to refill ihs contact prescriptiohn. His expression was a mix of frustration and determination that the thing before him would not get the best of him.
"You know, We could still call Xander. He did offer to help," She commented, returning to her cataloug. It was amazing how many things babies needed now a days. She knew Wes was glaring at her now.
"I remember. However, I am doing just fine so there is no need to bother him." She hid a smile with the cataloug. For some odd reason, Wesley had been oddly territorial recently and Xander was just his most recent victim. He did not want the younger man building the crib, though she didn't know if it was because Xander was younger or because she had once been inolved with him that was setting him off. Or maybe he still felt they saw him like they did back in Sunnydale. However when Wesley stood up and winced as pain set in, her grin slipped.
"Wes, It's nothing against you, you know. He just wants to be involved. He did the same thing when Lizzie and Alec were born." She didn't add that Spike and Angel had allowed him to help with the assemblage of cribs only because they really didn't have the time and Angel didn't know a nail pick from a screw driver and should never ever be allowed near power tools. Wesley sighed and walked over to where she sat on the bed, crossed legged with mountians of catalougs full of baby stuff.
Cordelia had been more then helpful.
"I know," he stated, leaning over and picking up the directions. "I just." he sighed and sat down on the couch, leaning forward to lean on his knees while gazing at the pile of peices sitting next to the window. "I just want to be able to do something." Wes had been pretty much sidelined for the last couple months or so with his back injury and she knew he was getting irratated with being stuck with the research not because they needed him but because that was the only thing he could do at the moment. He was almost completely healed though, and she knew within a few weeks he'd be back on full duty. But she also understood how it felt to be sidelined.
This takes place about 6-7 months after Shattered Glass
"Damnit" Faith raised her head from the catalouge she was persuing to look over at Wesley, her eyebrow raised. Wesley had been attempting to build the crib for the better part of two hours and as of yet only the bottom half was completed. She hid a slight smile at his appearance. His hair was going everywhere, and he was resorting back to his glasses as he had forgotten to refill ihs contact prescriptiohn. His expression was a mix of frustration and determination that the thing before him would not get the best of him.
"You know, We could still call Xander. He did offer to help," She commented, returning to her cataloug. It was amazing how many things babies needed now a days. She knew Wes was glaring at her now.
"I remember. However, I am doing just fine so there is no need to bother him." She hid a smile with the cataloug. For some odd reason, Wesley had been oddly territorial recently and Xander was just his most recent victim. He did not want the younger man building the crib, though she didn't know if it was because Xander was younger or because she had once been inolved with him that was setting him off. Or maybe he still felt they saw him like they did back in Sunnydale. However when Wesley stood up and winced as pain set in, her grin slipped.
"Wes, It's nothing against you, you know. He just wants to be involved. He did the same thing when Lizzie and Alec were born." She didn't add that Spike and Angel had allowed him to help with the assemblage of cribs only because they really didn't have the time and Angel didn't know a nail pick from a screw driver and should never ever be allowed near power tools. Wesley sighed and walked over to where she sat on the bed, crossed legged with mountians of catalougs full of baby stuff.
Cordelia had been more then helpful.
"I know," he stated, leaning over and picking up the directions. "I just." he sighed and sat down on the couch, leaning forward to lean on his knees while gazing at the pile of peices sitting next to the window. "I just want to be able to do something." Wes had been pretty much sidelined for the last couple months or so with his back injury and she knew he was getting irratated with being stuck with the research not because they needed him but because that was the only thing he could do at the moment. He was almost completely healed though, and she knew within a few weeks he'd be back on full duty. But she also understood how it felt to be sidelined.