The last time Wesley had woken up in the hospital, it had been Karla who had been waiting by his bedside. The time before that, Giles. It was fair to say that neither of them had been as intimidating a sight to wake up to as Angel.

"You all right?" Angel asked, right off the bat once he noticed Wesley stirring.

Wesley nodded, managing with some ( Read more... )

It was a quiet, uneventful Sunday afternoon, and Wesley was going through his weapons cabinet in his room and making notes of the things he needed when his phone rang. It was only a little bit sad when he dove for it, skidding across the floor with surprising velocity.

“Yes, hello?”

“Wesley. It’s Angel.”

Wesley ignored the little flutter ( Read more... )

Wesley returned to his cabin after class to discover an elderly British man sitting on his bed.

"Er. Hello," said Wesley. Obviously the Watchers' Council was keeping tabs on him. How wonderful.

When the man responded, it was in a dry, slow voice like that of a professor whose students are always checking to see if he fell asleep between sentences ( Read more... )

Wes was bored. He'd read passages from his favorite books in nearly all the languages he was proficient in, practiced a bit of fencing, wrote his mother a letter and reorganized his closet and weapons chest. All of this led to him sitting on his bed with a book open on his lap that he (for once) had no desire to read. The door was open and he ( Read more... )