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tamingthemuseTitle: From Here to Now
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of this.
Fandom: Angel
Prompt:
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ladysophiekitty/Sophie of Team Angel
Characters/Pairing: Wesley/Faith (reference to Angel/Cordelia and Buffy/Spike)
Spoilers: Angel - Season 5 post AU, Buffy post season 7 finale, does not follow the comics
Summary: This follows Wesley as he watches Faith change, and realize that he's changing right along with her.
Author's Note: Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. The prompt was used as the idea behind the story. Ths was written for the Heart of Gold giving at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
whedonland.
Past
She had been wild and dangerous the first time he had meet her. She had wielded her power with crazy abandon and walked on the edge unafraid of going over. Even now, looking back maybe she had wanted to fall, maybe she had flirted so close with the edge because she wanted to fly in the air even for a few moments, before she crashed to earth.
She was beautiful, even Wesley could see that but he had saw it from a more clinical viewpoint, much like he had seen ever thing those days. He had attributed her beauty to her calling. It made sense that a Slayer would be physically attractive, they were suppose to be enticing and misleading. A dark warrior wrapped in a colorful wrapping, death wrapped in beauty.
Faith had embodied that when he had meet her, still did, but then it had been sharp and deadly. Then her body had been put on display for all the world to see and made available for the world to use, it had been another one of her weapons.
He had been responsible for her, he should have cared for her, protected her, guided her. It was his job as her Watcher, and he had been her Watcher, only hers. He had never believed himself to be Buffy's, she would never yield to him, never listen to him, and to be honest she hadn't needed his guidance. She turned to Rupert Giles and he hadn't expected anything less, it was like trying to be a father to a child that already had one.
But Faith, Faith had needed him. He had been so blinded by his own perceived authority and rules on how things be that he had missed it. Faith had needed his guidance desperately, she had needed him to believe in her, to be her Watcher, and he hadn't. He had failed and would always feel that if he had just stepped into the role that he was supposed to, as her Watcher, then things would have been a lot different, that her eyes wouldn't be haunted now by the things she had done in her past.
Still, he hadn't and he wouldn't trade the life he had now for the one he could of if only he would have grown some balls sooner in life. He had watched her change, watch her become a hero, a Slayer, a person that Buffy never could be. Because while the other Slayer fought the darkness better than any other she had never truly touched it, she had never breathed it and danced in it the way Faith had, they way he had. It different fighting the darkness when you knew how it felt, they were fighting a war on two fronts, inside and out.
He had sent Faith to Sunnydale knowing she was needed there more, that it was where she belonged. A part of him had wanted to go with her, but it wasn't his path to take. He still believed in the people around them, in the work they were doing and would do, he still cared about them and he would fight for them.
Wesley liked to think he might get to see Faith again one day, maybe after both their wars were done and the world hadn't ended. He would have liked the chance to be her Watcher, to be there for her like he should have all those years ago.
Present
He was dead, dying, growing cold. The world was slipping away around him and he no longer felt Fred, because he had let himself believe in the lie and it had been Fred. She had been with him, beautiful and real in a way he had blocked himself off from. At the same time he was still aware of Illyria, he would always know it was her. Because while she had smiled Fred's smile the eyes hadn't been the same, but he had let himself ignore the eyes and believe in the lie.
It wasn't over though, not yet, and the voices he heard were familiar. Warm hands were lifting him, tilting his body up and he felt something being shoved into his mouth, the taste breaking through his dulling senses, bitter and disgusting.
He heard a soft voice rapidly speaking ancient words of power from somewhere behind him and the arms holding him tightened, the strength in them somehow seeping into his own body. Repairing the damage that had been done and staving off death for a little longer. He blinked, his eyes opening again, and he barely had the strength to glance over at the person holding him, somehow unsurprised to fine who it was.
Faith grinned back at him, her eyes tired and he understood what was being done, even as he recognized it was Willow's voice that was washing over him. He didn't understand how it was done, but Willow was somehow using the essence of the Slayer in Faith to heal him, it was draining the Slayer, but it was working.
Today he wouldn't die, and for a moment he wished he had.
Future
He watched the young Slayers train, running a critical eye over their movements, looking for mistakes, for weaknesses. Later, he would evaluate each face to face, let them know where they needed more work, what could kill them if they didn't change. It was just one of his many tasks, he had been trained to be a Watcher to one Slayer, now he had thousands to care for, to guide.
Rupert Giles was the figurehead of the Watcher's Council and Buffy Summers and the rest of the Sunnydale gang were greatly involved, but somehow Wesley had found himself a part of the core group, he was one of the few left from the old regime of the Council and his knowledge, his training had become invaluable.
"Dude, didn't you used to like perv on younger girls?" Faith sidled up to him, resting her chin on his shoulder and grinning at him wickedly "Got an underage kink you want to explore Wes?" she teased playfully.
He smiled, moving to slip an arm around her waist and draw her closer "I fear a certain young woman has already found all my kinks and exploited them."
"Lucky woman." Faith grinned her eyes moving to the girls, who were now going for the weapons and pairing off, one of the older Slayers yelling instructions at them at what to do. Faith turned serious, her voice lowering for only Wesley to hear "So the big guy called him some news he thought you'd want to know, turns our your guy's cheerleader is back, this time for good."
"Cordelia?" Wesley asked stunned. "How?"
"Not too clear on that part, something to do with losing her job as a cloud surfing busybody, or willing stepping down. Her and Angel are going to take some time together, play in the sun, get a tan. But he wanted you to know, and they want to see you, get the gang back together for something not doom and gloom."
"Absolutely," Wesley breathed excited at the possibility "has Gunn been told yet?"
"He's out with a squad so I sent Dawn to let him know." Faith smiled up at him, her teeth showing and he knew in that moment she was nervous. The life they had now was a lot similar to his old one but different, in this one she was a large part of it. She was the greatest part of it. He was a Watcher, she was one of the lead Slayers. They were together, had been for over a year now. After his not dying he had decided to help reform the Council, while Angel enjoyed being a human.
Gunn had come with him, as well as Spike, and Illyria had decided to stay with Angel, because being human didn't mean his enemies wouldn't come after him and it didn't mean he'd stop fighting. It just made him more vulnerable than ever. So she would keep him alive, keep him breathing. She didn't need Wesley as much as she had, and to be honest he couldn't stand the memories being around her brought.
So it had been a fresh start with Faith, a new life, one he treasured dearly.
He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead his voice soft and intimate "I look forwarded to bringing the old gang back together, and I would like for you to be there when we do."
She grinned settling in closer to him and shot back "We could have Spike bring Buffy, I am sure Angel would get a kick out of seeing them together, or you know I would get a kick out of seeing it."
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of this.
Fandom: Angel
Prompt:
Written For:
ladysophiekitty/Sophie of Team AngelCharacters/Pairing: Wesley/Faith (reference to Angel/Cordelia and Buffy/Spike)
Spoilers: Angel - Season 5 post AU, Buffy post season 7 finale, does not follow the comics
Summary: This follows Wesley as he watches Faith change, and realize that he's changing right along with her.
Author's Note: Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. The prompt was used as the idea behind the story. Ths was written for the Heart of Gold giving at
whedonland.Past
She had been wild and dangerous the first time he had meet her. She had wielded her power with crazy abandon and walked on the edge unafraid of going over. Even now, looking back maybe she had wanted to fall, maybe she had flirted so close with the edge because she wanted to fly in the air even for a few moments, before she crashed to earth.
She was beautiful, even Wesley could see that but he had saw it from a more clinical viewpoint, much like he had seen ever thing those days. He had attributed her beauty to her calling. It made sense that a Slayer would be physically attractive, they were suppose to be enticing and misleading. A dark warrior wrapped in a colorful wrapping, death wrapped in beauty.
Faith had embodied that when he had meet her, still did, but then it had been sharp and deadly. Then her body had been put on display for all the world to see and made available for the world to use, it had been another one of her weapons.
He had been responsible for her, he should have cared for her, protected her, guided her. It was his job as her Watcher, and he had been her Watcher, only hers. He had never believed himself to be Buffy's, she would never yield to him, never listen to him, and to be honest she hadn't needed his guidance. She turned to Rupert Giles and he hadn't expected anything less, it was like trying to be a father to a child that already had one.
But Faith, Faith had needed him. He had been so blinded by his own perceived authority and rules on how things be that he had missed it. Faith had needed his guidance desperately, she had needed him to believe in her, to be her Watcher, and he hadn't. He had failed and would always feel that if he had just stepped into the role that he was supposed to, as her Watcher, then things would have been a lot different, that her eyes wouldn't be haunted now by the things she had done in her past.
Still, he hadn't and he wouldn't trade the life he had now for the one he could of if only he would have grown some balls sooner in life. He had watched her change, watch her become a hero, a Slayer, a person that Buffy never could be. Because while the other Slayer fought the darkness better than any other she had never truly touched it, she had never breathed it and danced in it the way Faith had, they way he had. It different fighting the darkness when you knew how it felt, they were fighting a war on two fronts, inside and out.
He had sent Faith to Sunnydale knowing she was needed there more, that it was where she belonged. A part of him had wanted to go with her, but it wasn't his path to take. He still believed in the people around them, in the work they were doing and would do, he still cared about them and he would fight for them.
Wesley liked to think he might get to see Faith again one day, maybe after both their wars were done and the world hadn't ended. He would have liked the chance to be her Watcher, to be there for her like he should have all those years ago.
Present
He was dead, dying, growing cold. The world was slipping away around him and he no longer felt Fred, because he had let himself believe in the lie and it had been Fred. She had been with him, beautiful and real in a way he had blocked himself off from. At the same time he was still aware of Illyria, he would always know it was her. Because while she had smiled Fred's smile the eyes hadn't been the same, but he had let himself ignore the eyes and believe in the lie.
It wasn't over though, not yet, and the voices he heard were familiar. Warm hands were lifting him, tilting his body up and he felt something being shoved into his mouth, the taste breaking through his dulling senses, bitter and disgusting.
He heard a soft voice rapidly speaking ancient words of power from somewhere behind him and the arms holding him tightened, the strength in them somehow seeping into his own body. Repairing the damage that had been done and staving off death for a little longer. He blinked, his eyes opening again, and he barely had the strength to glance over at the person holding him, somehow unsurprised to fine who it was.
Faith grinned back at him, her eyes tired and he understood what was being done, even as he recognized it was Willow's voice that was washing over him. He didn't understand how it was done, but Willow was somehow using the essence of the Slayer in Faith to heal him, it was draining the Slayer, but it was working.
Today he wouldn't die, and for a moment he wished he had.
Future
He watched the young Slayers train, running a critical eye over their movements, looking for mistakes, for weaknesses. Later, he would evaluate each face to face, let them know where they needed more work, what could kill them if they didn't change. It was just one of his many tasks, he had been trained to be a Watcher to one Slayer, now he had thousands to care for, to guide.
Rupert Giles was the figurehead of the Watcher's Council and Buffy Summers and the rest of the Sunnydale gang were greatly involved, but somehow Wesley had found himself a part of the core group, he was one of the few left from the old regime of the Council and his knowledge, his training had become invaluable.
"Dude, didn't you used to like perv on younger girls?" Faith sidled up to him, resting her chin on his shoulder and grinning at him wickedly "Got an underage kink you want to explore Wes?" she teased playfully.
He smiled, moving to slip an arm around her waist and draw her closer "I fear a certain young woman has already found all my kinks and exploited them."
"Lucky woman." Faith grinned her eyes moving to the girls, who were now going for the weapons and pairing off, one of the older Slayers yelling instructions at them at what to do. Faith turned serious, her voice lowering for only Wesley to hear "So the big guy called him some news he thought you'd want to know, turns our your guy's cheerleader is back, this time for good."
"Cordelia?" Wesley asked stunned. "How?"
"Not too clear on that part, something to do with losing her job as a cloud surfing busybody, or willing stepping down. Her and Angel are going to take some time together, play in the sun, get a tan. But he wanted you to know, and they want to see you, get the gang back together for something not doom and gloom."
"Absolutely," Wesley breathed excited at the possibility "has Gunn been told yet?"
"He's out with a squad so I sent Dawn to let him know." Faith smiled up at him, her teeth showing and he knew in that moment she was nervous. The life they had now was a lot similar to his old one but different, in this one she was a large part of it. She was the greatest part of it. He was a Watcher, she was one of the lead Slayers. They were together, had been for over a year now. After his not dying he had decided to help reform the Council, while Angel enjoyed being a human.
Gunn had come with him, as well as Spike, and Illyria had decided to stay with Angel, because being human didn't mean his enemies wouldn't come after him and it didn't mean he'd stop fighting. It just made him more vulnerable than ever. So she would keep him alive, keep him breathing. She didn't need Wesley as much as she had, and to be honest he couldn't stand the memories being around her brought.
So it had been a fresh start with Faith, a new life, one he treasured dearly.
He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead his voice soft and intimate "I look forwarded to bringing the old gang back together, and I would like for you to be there when we do."
She grinned settling in closer to him and shot back "We could have Spike bring Buffy, I am sure Angel would get a kick out of seeing them together, or you know I would get a kick out of seeing it."
