Passing the Torch
After my unfortunate run in with Willow at the Summers' house, I headed back to my own apartment. As I drove back, I kept replaying in my head what I'd said to her, trying to work out where I had gone wrong, where I'd mistepped in my attempts to make her realise how reckless she had been in trying to resurrect Buffy. Eventually I gave up, and resigned myself to the fact that my relationship with Willow would be somewhat strained until we managed to talk it through.
I still felt that I was right, however. Willow was growing in power, but not necessarily in the wisdom to wield it. I resolved to contact the Coven back in England about her. They might have some advice on how to handle a young, powerful and yet inexperienced witch.
When I arrived home, I found that I had a message from the Watcher's Council to ring them immediately. Since it was not often that the Council contacted me, and certainly not with an 'urgent' proviso, I picked up the phone and dialed the number at once.
It turned out that the Council wanted to reassign me. They had a new project that urgently required my expertise, and since my duty was now done in Sunnydale, I was to return on the next convenient flight to London. I protested that the Hellmouth was still unprotected, but they insisted that it was no longer any of my concern.
It was then that I realised that there might be something further at play here. Perhaps a power struggle in the Council or a larger threat looming that they did not want to discuss with me over the phone. I finally reluctantly agreed to do as they instructed.
After I'd hung up, I sat there, thinking about how my life here in Sunnydale was about to come to a close. So little time for goodbyes. And there was still so much to be done. I needed to be sure that those I cared about would still be safe, would be looked after. I picked up the phone again, and dialed for LA.
"Hello, Wesley? I have a favour to ask..."
(open to Wesley)
I still felt that I was right, however. Willow was growing in power, but not necessarily in the wisdom to wield it. I resolved to contact the Coven back in England about her. They might have some advice on how to handle a young, powerful and yet inexperienced witch.
When I arrived home, I found that I had a message from the Watcher's Council to ring them immediately. Since it was not often that the Council contacted me, and certainly not with an 'urgent' proviso, I picked up the phone and dialed the number at once.
It turned out that the Council wanted to reassign me. They had a new project that urgently required my expertise, and since my duty was now done in Sunnydale, I was to return on the next convenient flight to London. I protested that the Hellmouth was still unprotected, but they insisted that it was no longer any of my concern.
It was then that I realised that there might be something further at play here. Perhaps a power struggle in the Council or a larger threat looming that they did not want to discuss with me over the phone. I finally reluctantly agreed to do as they instructed.
After I'd hung up, I sat there, thinking about how my life here in Sunnydale was about to come to a close. So little time for goodbyes. And there was still so much to be done. I needed to be sure that those I cared about would still be safe, would be looked after. I picked up the phone again, and dialed for LA.
"Hello, Wesley? I have a favour to ask..."
(open to Wesley)