The Hunter Redux

What if Wesley never joined back with the Angel Investigations team in season four. Wanting to revisit his past, he leaves LA and goes to Africa. While there he meets up with some old friends and a new series of events happen to him.

A/N Takes place two days after the episode Deep Down in season four. Warning this fic will not be Wesley/Fred friendly and it will be angtsy. You've been warned.

Prologue

Africa

Wesley sat alone in the dirtiest, darkest, hell hole of a bar imaginable drinking himself silly. As soon as he had gotten off the airplane from LA to Africa, he found the seediest bar possible so he could drink and forget about his past life. He knew he was wrong for taking Connor, but he was only trying to save the boys life.

'And what did I get in return for that?' Wesley thought to himself as he downed a shot of scotch, before pouring himself some more. 'My throat cut and for my friends to abandon me.'

Drinking down another shot, the powerful liquid burning all the way down, he thought about his last night in the city of angels.

Flashback

"You really don't give a damn about any of us, do you?" Fred asked as Wesley turned around from packing a suitcase and gave her an increduous look. "And where are you going?"

"Somehow, I don't think that's any of your business." Wesley answered as he continued to pack his things. "I'm not apart of the team anymore remember."

"Then why are you keep helping us?" Fred asked as she put her arms over her chest.

"As I told you before, I'm done here." Wesley said as he met her gaze. "And I also believe that you're the one who told me too never come around again." he reminded her, only for her to feel ashamed.

"That's only because, I thought..."

"I know what you thought." he cut her off. "Now at the risk of sounding rude, get the hell out of my home."

Taken aback by his attitude Fred walked to the door and held her hand on the door knob for a couple of seconds. In those few seconds she remembered all the good times they had together and what might have been between them. But out of lack of anything to say, she opened the door and did as he requested. She got the hell out of his apartment, closing the door behind her.

"You were kinda harsh on her, weren't you lover?" Lilah whispered into his ear as she stepped out of the other room.

"It doesn't matter now." Wesley said as he looked from Lilah to the door. "Because, I'm leaving."

"And you're going where exactly?" she asked as she grabbed him around the shoulders and made him look at her.

"Honestly, I don't know." Wes said as he let out a heavy sigh. "But, I want you to come with me."

"What?"

"You heard me." Wesley said suddenly getting excited. "Just you and me. We'll go where ever you want."

"And you know that I can't do that." Lilah said with a wide smile. "But thanks for thinking about me."

"Damn, WolfRam and Hart Lilah."

'I already did.' she thought to herself as she caressed his chin with her thumb and kissed him on the cheek. "Now enjoy your trip and bring me back something pretty." she said as she walked to the door.

"Lilah..."

"Wesley, you have a signed one dollar bill in your wallet." she said suddenly getting serious. "I think just that one little thing tells both of us how we feel about one another. Let's just leave it at that."

End Flashback

'Bloody women.' Wesley thought bitterly to himself as he closed his eyes and rubbed the shot glass along his forehead.

"Hey you're in my favorite chair!" a gruff voice said as he put his meaty hand on Wesley's shoulder.

"I don't recall seeing your name on it." and that was the last thing Wesley got to say as a chair broke over his head. Before he lost conciousness on the dirty floor, he saw someone from his past hovering over him and then nothing.

TBC...

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