When I woke up my head felt heavy and my throat felt raw. Hurt to even swallow and that was when I felt the cool cloth brush against my forehead. Another trick? Another game to play? I don't fucking think so. Before I even opened my eyes my hand snapped up quickly and tried to grab the wrist in front of me hard. I was ready to just snap it in half and run like hell but after a minute I started to remember everything. Started to remember why my fingers wouldn't even close around the flesh in front of me. Opening my eyes I saw Wes starin' down at me with concern my fingers still desperately trying to latch onto anything. Two broken hands, that would be my luck
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Rusty. That’s probably it. I can’t think of any other reason, won’t think of any other reason as to why I wasn’t more careful when she woke up. But she seems rather rusty as well, or perhaps still to dazed. When she started come around, I didn’t as I would’ve done had I still be used to being around a Slayer alive, pull my hand away. No, I kept brushing that cloth over forehead and even leaned forward. It wasn’t until I saw her make a futile grasp for my hand, arm, wrist, that I thought about how dangerous Slayers can be when taken of guard. Either I feel rather secure around Faith, or I’ve really gone rusty after ten years of Limbo
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I should have known that he'd react that way. If the roles were reversed would I leave? Hell no I wouldn't and I recognized that stubbornness in him well. Problem was? I could be just as stubborn if not more stubborn. He didn't understand what Kakistos had done to my last watcher. He didn't get it that Kakistos wasn't lookin' to kill me, he was lookin' to play just like he always was. He was lookin' to turn me inside out and all around. And I knew exactly where he'd start from. Wesley, the closest thing I had to a watcher now. He'd start there and Wes wouldn't have a chance in hell
( ... )
And there was that look in her eyes again. The same one she had in Pylea after we warmed each other. In a very original way to say the least. The one where she would rather push me away, and very fast at that. It hurt, I ignored it, but it hurt. After everything we’ve been through, well mostly being dead but still, she’d still not trusted me. Or even wanted me close by. Perhaps it was best if I just kept my distance, even though it would tear me up inside.
Always so sensitive boy. We’ll get that out of you yet. A watcher cannot be ruled by his emotions, or care to deeply for his Slayer. He was right and wrong. The fact that he had cared to deeply, is what made the bond between Giles and Buffy so strong. The fact that I tried not to care, only made the gap bigger with each passing second. But I had learned from my mistakes. The only problem was, she wouldn’t let me. And I didn’t really know how
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Always so sensitive boy. We’ll get that out of you yet. A watcher cannot be ruled by his emotions, or care to deeply for his Slayer. He was right and wrong. The fact that he had cared to deeply, is what made the bond between Giles and Buffy so strong. The fact that I tried not to care, only made the gap bigger with each passing second. But I had learned from my mistakes. The only problem was, she wouldn’t let me. And I didn’t really know how ( ... )
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