Too Late...
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Faith is out of jail.
A/N: It's sequel to my fic Maybe Someday.
It's unbelievable. I am free. They released me after almost three years. Never thought there would be a day I would be glad to see sun and LA. I am now. In jail I had thought about what I would do after being released. I would go shopping, partying and then have a quick fuck against a wall. It was a long time without sex. Not that there wasn't any opportunities but I just don't do the hometeam. I rather enjoy a hard man's body and all. But now it seems like a dream long lost in the past. There is only one thing on my mind. Got to see Angel and well, Wes. I want to ask for forgiveness even though I don't have any right to it. I took a taxi to the hotel. Now I am standing outside just looking at it. It is bigger than I thought it would be. Fear is slowly taking residence in my body and I have the urge to turn around and run as fast as I can from this place. Inside are people I hurt and I don't think I am ready to face them. However I am done with running. It's time for me to meet with my past again as much as I don't like it. I enter the hotel and stand in the lobby. All around seems dead. No sound, no nothing. From somewhere emerges this weird chick, who is babbling to herself. She looks at me. "Hello, welcome to Angel Investigations. We help the helpless. You are?" she asked me. "Not really. I am looking for Angel. Is he here?" I have to ask her. She looks around, not giving me an answer right away. "Well he is, but not in a state to meet with someone." Weirdo girl explains. "And Wes? What about him?" She eyes me and her eyes becomes clouded with anger, betrayal and grief. "Wesley is dead." She answers my question. My world is shaken up. I came here to make it alright between us and now I don't have the opportunity. He is dead. He is FUCKING dead and I can't apologize to him. THE END
It's unbelievable. I am free. They released me after almost three years. Never thought there would be a day I would be glad to see sun and LA. I am now. In jail I had thought about what I would do after being released. I would go shopping, partying and then have a quick fuck against a wall. It was a long time without sex. Not that there wasn't any opportunities but I just don't do the hometeam. I rather enjoy a hard man's body and all. But now it seems like a dream long lost in the past. There is only one thing on my mind. Got to see Angel and well, Wes. I want to ask for forgiveness even though I don't have any right to it. I took a taxi to the hotel. Now I am standing outside just looking at it. It is bigger than I thought it would be. Fear is slowly taking residence in my body and I have the urge to turn around and run as fast as I can from this place. Inside are people I hurt and I don't think I am ready to face them. However I am done with running. It's time for me to meet with my past again as much as I don't like it. I enter the hotel and stand in the lobby. All around seems dead. No sound, no nothing. From somewhere emerges this weird chick, who is babbling to herself. She looks at me. "Hello, welcome to Angel Investigations. We help the helpless. You are?" she asked me. "Not really. I am looking for Angel. Is he here?" I have to ask her. She looks around, not giving me an answer right away. "Well he is, but not in a state to meet with someone." Weirdo girl explains. "And Wes? What about him?" She eyes me and her eyes becomes clouded with anger, betrayal and grief. "Wesley is dead." She answers my question. My world is shaken up. I came here to make it alright between us and now I don't have the opportunity. He is dead. He is FUCKING dead and I can't apologize to him. THE END