{new york city} In which Wesley tries to figure out what's going on.
Lindsay left work and headed to the diner Sienna has said she was at with Wesley. She had spoken to Giles and confirmed that Wesley was supposed to be dead. Not only that, but he was supposed to be in Hell. She didn't like the sounds of it, and didn't like that he was alone with one of her Slayers. She hadn't heard from Sienna, but that didn't mean anything to her. There was still no telling what was going on with Wesley being back, and even though Giles was helping her look into it, she wasn't resting assured just yet.
She tried calling Sienna as she went.
Sienna was sitting in the diner, carrying on a conversation with Wesley to catch him up on current events, when her phone rang. She paused, excusing herself before making her way outside. "Hello?"
"Giles doesn't know anything about Wesley being back, and he doesn't seem to have the highest opinion of him. He doesn't know if we should trust him or not."
"He doesn't seem like all that bad a man," she said quietly, glancing back to the window. "He's rather sweet, actually."
"I'm just saying what Giles told me," Lindsay said with a sigh.
"So what do ya want me to do?"
"Go back in and keep him there. I'm on my way."
"Alright. We're sittin' by the front window, so you should see us when ya get here."
"Okay, I'll be there soon," she nodded.
Sienna hung up, before making her way back inside, settling back into her conversation with Wesley again, occasionally glancing out the window to see when Lindsay would get there.
Eventually, Lindsay walked up the sidewalk and looked in at Sienna, then made her way inside.
Sienna straightened, before giving her a smile as Lindsay walked over. "Wesley, this is my Watcher, Lindsay. Lindsay, Wesley."
Wesley stood as she approached, extending his hand to her. "A pleasure."
Lindsay shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Wesley."
He nodded, before gesturing back to the booth. "Please. Have a seat. I appreciate you coming down here on such short notice."
She was a bit surprised, pleasantly, at his manners. Not many men stood up like that anymore. She slid into the booth beside Sienna. "It's no problem."
Wesley sat as well, before looking back at her. "I can't, for certain, say how I was brought here. There were no demons or any other kind of sorcerer at the site where I was raised, which leads me to believe that there might be a higher power at work here."
Lindsay raised a brow. "How high we talking?"
"The Powers that Be?" Wesley said with a shrug. "It's not unheard of. They've returned people from the grave before, for whatever reason."
"Even people that sell their souls to Wolfram and Heart?" She didn't feel like beating around any bushes.
"I may have sold my soul to Wolfram and Hart, but I was part of the team that brought down the Circle of the Black Thorn," Wesley pointed out calmly, not one to beat around the bush himself. "I'd like to think that that counts for something as well."
"It does in my book," she nodded. "That doesn't mean I'm convinced your being back is something good. Whether you know what's going on or not."
"If a demon brought me back for a specific purpose, they would have been there to enforce that. At least, I've found that to be true in my experience."
"You can't blame us for being cautious," she said softly, waving the waitress over so she could order a coffee.
"No, of course not," Wesley nodded. "In your position, I can't pretend I wouldn't do the same."
"In my position, what would you do next?"
"I'd talk to people who knew me. Giles, perhaps. Buffy, maybe."
"And then?"
"See what they have to say on the subject? They could either vouch for me or recommend to kill me -- I'm not sure which. It's been a long time since I died and last that I was aware, I wasn't exactly a member of the Council's highest regard."
She tried calling Sienna as she went.
Sienna was sitting in the diner, carrying on a conversation with Wesley to catch him up on current events, when her phone rang. She paused, excusing herself before making her way outside. "Hello?"
"Giles doesn't know anything about Wesley being back, and he doesn't seem to have the highest opinion of him. He doesn't know if we should trust him or not."
"He doesn't seem like all that bad a man," she said quietly, glancing back to the window. "He's rather sweet, actually."
"I'm just saying what Giles told me," Lindsay said with a sigh.
"So what do ya want me to do?"
"Go back in and keep him there. I'm on my way."
"Alright. We're sittin' by the front window, so you should see us when ya get here."
"Okay, I'll be there soon," she nodded.
Sienna hung up, before making her way back inside, settling back into her conversation with Wesley again, occasionally glancing out the window to see when Lindsay would get there.
Eventually, Lindsay walked up the sidewalk and looked in at Sienna, then made her way inside.
Sienna straightened, before giving her a smile as Lindsay walked over. "Wesley, this is my Watcher, Lindsay. Lindsay, Wesley."
Wesley stood as she approached, extending his hand to her. "A pleasure."
Lindsay shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Wesley."
He nodded, before gesturing back to the booth. "Please. Have a seat. I appreciate you coming down here on such short notice."
She was a bit surprised, pleasantly, at his manners. Not many men stood up like that anymore. She slid into the booth beside Sienna. "It's no problem."
Wesley sat as well, before looking back at her. "I can't, for certain, say how I was brought here. There were no demons or any other kind of sorcerer at the site where I was raised, which leads me to believe that there might be a higher power at work here."
Lindsay raised a brow. "How high we talking?"
"The Powers that Be?" Wesley said with a shrug. "It's not unheard of. They've returned people from the grave before, for whatever reason."
"Even people that sell their souls to Wolfram and Heart?" She didn't feel like beating around any bushes.
"I may have sold my soul to Wolfram and Hart, but I was part of the team that brought down the Circle of the Black Thorn," Wesley pointed out calmly, not one to beat around the bush himself. "I'd like to think that that counts for something as well."
"It does in my book," she nodded. "That doesn't mean I'm convinced your being back is something good. Whether you know what's going on or not."
"If a demon brought me back for a specific purpose, they would have been there to enforce that. At least, I've found that to be true in my experience."
"You can't blame us for being cautious," she said softly, waving the waitress over so she could order a coffee.
"No, of course not," Wesley nodded. "In your position, I can't pretend I wouldn't do the same."
"In my position, what would you do next?"
"I'd talk to people who knew me. Giles, perhaps. Buffy, maybe."
"And then?"
"See what they have to say on the subject? They could either vouch for me or recommend to kill me -- I'm not sure which. It's been a long time since I died and last that I was aware, I wasn't exactly a member of the Council's highest regard."