IMPROV #1 CHALLENGE"
Your words are drip
freaky
hooked up
duck walk
fake
----------------------------
TITLE: Thinking About Wes. FANDOM: CSI AUTHOR: Marcus_Stokes PLOT: Sara thinks about her junior as she works with him on his 100th case. CATEGORY: AU, Xover "Angel" SPOILERS: Everything up until episode 17 of Angel's season 3. RATING: PG ARCHIVE: Fanfiction.net, anyone else please ask.
DISCLAIMER: Neither the CSI characters, nor the Angel characters belong to me, no matter how much I'd love them to.
NOTE: IMPROV N° 1: CHALLENGE. Words: drip - freaky - hooked up - duck walk - fake.
NOTE 2: This story takes place in an Angel AU where Wes left LA after having been released from the hospital. He went to Las Vegas, where he decided to forget the world of magic forever and ended up working with the Crime Scene Investigators we all know and love.
Sara looked at Wesley with in her eyes both surprise and appreciation. He was going to solve his 100th case, and be promoted a Level 3. She could still remember when he began; he was a bit clumsy with her, his assigned senior, but sometimes she went to the lab and when she came back he had mostly figured out what happened without any help. Looked like he was used to. Freaky. At first she had thought of him as a potential suicide. He didn't trust anyone. Not even Greg. And that name, "Wesley Wyndham-Pryce", so english it seemed fake, made her think about a jail escapee, changing his name to avoid going back. But now, after some years of working with them, he had become an asset in the warped up family they were. But there was something off about Wes, as she called him nowadays. Not that he was hooked up on anything... or anyone. It was just that sometimes he dripped strange words, like a faucet somebody did not close completely. "Vampires... Taraka... Council... Watcher... Slayer..." And the fact that he always had a stake with him, wherever he went. But besides it, he was a lot like them. Too much. He kept his past very well hidden, sort of like Grissom, but worse. He had been abused as a kid, that was for sure. She had seen the bruises on his back. They were old. And, strangely enough, he didn't like to see Eliza Dushku. He said she looked like his girlfriend that left him at the altar. Sara didn't buy it. Not one bit. She tried to ask him why did he come to Las Vegas, since he told her he was a Brit, but all she had gotten in return was silence. It was what her friend Hillary called "duck walk", an awkward journey to help another pained soul. (God, how New-Ageish was she.) To her, it was more like a dance. One step forward, two step backwards. Just like that. She had gotten herself to trust Nick as much as she loved him, as she always dreamed she would. Now, she hoped that one day, Wes would let her be there for him. Trusting her with his past. His confidence. His friendship. But he had been clearly betrayed by everybody he loved, and he wasn't very willing to trust again. As she drove with him to the Lab, she prayed that whoever controlled the universe could protect her Wesley from any other possible pain. He deserved it. END.
Your words are drip
freaky
hooked up
duck walk
fake
----------------------------
TITLE: Thinking About Wes. FANDOM: CSI AUTHOR: Marcus_Stokes PLOT: Sara thinks about her junior as she works with him on his 100th case. CATEGORY: AU, Xover "Angel" SPOILERS: Everything up until episode 17 of Angel's season 3. RATING: PG ARCHIVE: Fanfiction.net, anyone else please ask.
DISCLAIMER: Neither the CSI characters, nor the Angel characters belong to me, no matter how much I'd love them to.
NOTE: IMPROV N° 1: CHALLENGE. Words: drip - freaky - hooked up - duck walk - fake.
NOTE 2: This story takes place in an Angel AU where Wes left LA after having been released from the hospital. He went to Las Vegas, where he decided to forget the world of magic forever and ended up working with the Crime Scene Investigators we all know and love.
Sara looked at Wesley with in her eyes both surprise and appreciation. He was going to solve his 100th case, and be promoted a Level 3. She could still remember when he began; he was a bit clumsy with her, his assigned senior, but sometimes she went to the lab and when she came back he had mostly figured out what happened without any help. Looked like he was used to. Freaky. At first she had thought of him as a potential suicide. He didn't trust anyone. Not even Greg. And that name, "Wesley Wyndham-Pryce", so english it seemed fake, made her think about a jail escapee, changing his name to avoid going back. But now, after some years of working with them, he had become an asset in the warped up family they were. But there was something off about Wes, as she called him nowadays. Not that he was hooked up on anything... or anyone. It was just that sometimes he dripped strange words, like a faucet somebody did not close completely. "Vampires... Taraka... Council... Watcher... Slayer..." And the fact that he always had a stake with him, wherever he went. But besides it, he was a lot like them. Too much. He kept his past very well hidden, sort of like Grissom, but worse. He had been abused as a kid, that was for sure. She had seen the bruises on his back. They were old. And, strangely enough, he didn't like to see Eliza Dushku. He said she looked like his girlfriend that left him at the altar. Sara didn't buy it. Not one bit. She tried to ask him why did he come to Las Vegas, since he told her he was a Brit, but all she had gotten in return was silence. It was what her friend Hillary called "duck walk", an awkward journey to help another pained soul. (God, how New-Ageish was she.) To her, it was more like a dance. One step forward, two step backwards. Just like that. She had gotten herself to trust Nick as much as she loved him, as she always dreamed she would. Now, she hoped that one day, Wes would let her be there for him. Trusting her with his past. His confidence. His friendship. But he had been clearly betrayed by everybody he loved, and he wasn't very willing to trust again. As she drove with him to the Lab, she prayed that whoever controlled the universe could protect her Wesley from any other possible pain. He deserved it. END.