IMPORTANT- This is set in Season one (ahh, the good old days), in the
episode 'Five by Five'...y'know, the one where Faith is hired to kill
Angel.
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WESLEY
I watched Faith sink to the floor, weakly beating against Angel's chest, crying as he held her...and it was then that the truth that I had been avoiding for so long had finally sunk in...he really didn't give a rats arse about me. I truly was 'Some English Guy' who happened to mess everything up and was the annoying tag-along. I suppose I always knew it, I just hadn't wanted to face it. I was a nothing, a worthless, annoying nothing...I was everything my father had told me I would be.
When I saw him storm in the place, I had thought he was there to save me...but now I can see that was not the case, he wanted to save *her*. He wanted to tell her that it was alright, that is wasn't her fault, that she could make up for all the pain she caused like he had. Though, I would have at least expected he'd come back to untie me from the chair before he began comforting my kidnaper/torturer.
Serves me right really, how could I believe he thought anything of me apart from the fact that I got in the way? God I feel like such an utter pillock.
Oh well, they'll be time to brood later.
I pulled myself off my knees and hobbled away, shards of glass still embedded in my leg. I hailed a taxi and ask him calmly to take me to a hospital, dismissing his questions to my appearances by making up a pack of lies...I can't even remember them now. I shocked myself in not even crying out when the car jerked to a stop, sending jarring pain through my body. I handed the driver some money, I wasn't sure how much, and pulled myself into the emergency room. I knew I would need some stitches, I had more experience in cuts than most people would. Another 'perk' of my childhood.
When they finally were ready to take me, the doctor asked me numerous questions, each one more personal than the last.
"So...Wesley...can I call you Wesley?" No you bloody well can't you meddle some, American bastard...
"Of course," I replied politely. I always reply politely. It's like I have a large metal rod shoved up my arse that makes me sit up straight and sends shocks down my spine if I do any less than is expected of me.
Be a good boy Wesley...Do what you're told Wesley...Be a gentleman Wesley...Don't question orders Wesley...Children should be seen and not heard Wesley...You're a useless prat Wesley...Disobey me again and it'll be the belt for you Wesley...Stop sniveling Wesley, you should be used to the cupboard by now...You call that a cut? Don't be such a wimp Wesley...Don't interfere Wesley...Go away Wesley, you'll just mess everything up...
"Excuse me but I have to be at an appointment. Thank you for your concern but I assure you, I'm perfectly fine." Wesley interrupted the older doctor.
Soon he would stop being such a hindrance to them all.
Soon.
TO BE CONTINUED
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So, what do you think? I've tried not to make Wes seem wimpy and keep his character in tact but it's not an easy task. Please leave comments or questions, I can take criticism but please, let me down easy:)
Raven
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WESLEY
I watched Faith sink to the floor, weakly beating against Angel's chest, crying as he held her...and it was then that the truth that I had been avoiding for so long had finally sunk in...he really didn't give a rats arse about me. I truly was 'Some English Guy' who happened to mess everything up and was the annoying tag-along. I suppose I always knew it, I just hadn't wanted to face it. I was a nothing, a worthless, annoying nothing...I was everything my father had told me I would be.
When I saw him storm in the place, I had thought he was there to save me...but now I can see that was not the case, he wanted to save *her*. He wanted to tell her that it was alright, that is wasn't her fault, that she could make up for all the pain she caused like he had. Though, I would have at least expected he'd come back to untie me from the chair before he began comforting my kidnaper/torturer.
Serves me right really, how could I believe he thought anything of me apart from the fact that I got in the way? God I feel like such an utter pillock.
Oh well, they'll be time to brood later.
I pulled myself off my knees and hobbled away, shards of glass still embedded in my leg. I hailed a taxi and ask him calmly to take me to a hospital, dismissing his questions to my appearances by making up a pack of lies...I can't even remember them now. I shocked myself in not even crying out when the car jerked to a stop, sending jarring pain through my body. I handed the driver some money, I wasn't sure how much, and pulled myself into the emergency room. I knew I would need some stitches, I had more experience in cuts than most people would. Another 'perk' of my childhood.
When they finally were ready to take me, the doctor asked me numerous questions, each one more personal than the last.
"So...Wesley...can I call you Wesley?" No you bloody well can't you meddle some, American bastard...
"Of course," I replied politely. I always reply politely. It's like I have a large metal rod shoved up my arse that makes me sit up straight and sends shocks down my spine if I do any less than is expected of me.
Be a good boy Wesley...Do what you're told Wesley...Be a gentleman Wesley...Don't question orders Wesley...Children should be seen and not heard Wesley...You're a useless prat Wesley...Disobey me again and it'll be the belt for you Wesley...Stop sniveling Wesley, you should be used to the cupboard by now...You call that a cut? Don't be such a wimp Wesley...Don't interfere Wesley...Go away Wesley, you'll just mess everything up...
"Excuse me but I have to be at an appointment. Thank you for your concern but I assure you, I'm perfectly fine." Wesley interrupted the older doctor.
Soon he would stop being such a hindrance to them all.
Soon.
TO BE CONTINUED
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So, what do you think? I've tried not to make Wes seem wimpy and keep his character in tact but it's not an easy task. Please leave comments or questions, I can take criticism but please, let me down easy:)
Raven