Disclaimer: I do not own Wanted or any of its characters, I am just writing this for my own entertainment and hopefully the entertainment of others. I am not associated in any way with Wanted or its production and I make no profit from writing this.

Hi, everyone. I decided to start another FanFic, this time on Wanted. For those of you who have read my Prison break fic I have decided to take a break from it to get some ideas but I will come back to it.

Obviously I have not seen the film Wanted yet, No-one has but I have a rough Idea of how it starts. From this, some character research, the trailers and the featurette on Youtube I will mix my knowledge with my own ideas and create a Fanfic. I hope you all enjoy it.

A loud piercing sound filled the bland and over-cluttered room. Wesley stirred, letting out a defiant moan. His head felt heavy and impossible to lift; it was all he could do to raise his hand. He clambered it around over his desk as he felt for the source of the sound that was too much for him to bear. Eventually his hand found the button and the room fell silent once more.

He lay motionless for as long as he thought he could get away with, before he had to get ready for work. The empty feeling that greeted him every morning was back, he stared blankly at the ceiling, knowing that he had to pull himself out of bed but not quite able to bring himself to.

He glanced over to the empty space beside him. Just as he expected, she was out again. He knew that he should probably be worried or jealous or something, but he just didn't have the energy.

He finally clambered out of bed and pulled on yesterday's trousers. He let out a dread filled sigh as he contemplated the day ahead of him. Another day at the office, stuck in a stingy room with a bunch of other people who were just about as enthusiastic about it as he was. He hated the fact that every day was as unbearable as the next, but he didn't have it in him to do anything about it. He was stuck in the boring cycle that was his life and he felt that he was just going through the motions, without truly living his life.

He reluctantly began to button the cleanest shirt he could find and make his way down the creaky, uncarpeted stairs. As he slumped down at the table with his bowl of cereal he noticed that his girlfriend, Emma, had left her phone on the table. That wasn't like her, but then, she had been acting pretty weirdly lately. Kind of distant and preoccupied and they hadn't had a proper conversation in weeks.
At closer inspection he realized that a text message was opened on the screen. A blank looked remained on his pale, groggy face as he tried to take in the words he had read. But why had she left it there? It seemed a bit easy, almost like she wanted him to see it. He wouldn't exactly be surprised if she had intended him to see it. All they did was fight recently. Well, more like she screamed at him and he stared ahead blankly, pretending to listen.



The words rolled around in his head, repeating over and over "Can't wait until tonight, I'll keep the bed warm" and who the hell was Ian anyway.
The sound of metal against metal broke Wesley away from his thoughts and he quickly realised that it was Emma unlocking the door. The next couple of seconds were vital to Wesley as it was all the time he had to plan how he was going to play things. Should he pretend he hadn't read it to avoid confrontation altogether? Or should he confront her? Have a heart to heart to find out what was wrong to make her do it in the first place.
It didn't take him long to decide that it was probably just easier to leave it alone. What was the point in arguing? They would both just end up in even worse moods before the day began, and that wouldn't be good for anybody.
The door flew open and created a rumble through the floor as it came in to contact with the wall behind. Wesley didn't even look up, he just slide the phone across the table as subtly as possible and continued to eat his cereal.
"There is no use pretending you haven't read that", Emma rolled her eyes. She was a slim and slender woman with long honey coloured hair that glistened as she spoke. Wesley stalled for a few seconds, rearranging his cereal with his spoon. He eventually looked up; his eyes widened when he saw her. She was wearing a light denim skirt which barely covered her underwear and a low cut vest top that was so short it revealed her belly button. He instantly regretted showing a reaction and immediately focused his attention back to the bowl in front of him.
"Look I know you have read that" she spat, trying to antagonise him into a fight but failing.
He planned his words carefully, not wanting to show her that she was getting to him, and not wanting to provoke an argument. "And I know you wanted me to read it" he replied in a monotone.
"And you don't even care?" she screamed, now trying to get any sign of emotion from him. He simply shrugged, still not looking at her.
She threw her bag down and stormed out of the room, making a conscious effort to knock the spoon out of Wesley's hand as she did so, causing milk and cereal to spill over the table and onto the floor. Even this didn't get a reaction from Wesley; he simply got his coat and headed for the front door.