tittle: Lies My Brother Told Me
Rating: PG-13
Author: Eule
Summary: A month after Wesley had taken custody of his once evil little brother he finds out a peice of news that sends him on a journey through a past that not even his family knew about. He has to meet up with old friends and old enemies. And that peice of information was "Elizabeth Wattson is Dead"
"Well this isn't bad at all," said Wesley entering his new apartment.
"Wow" whispered William Lukas Wyndam Pryce following behind him.
Their new two room apartment was quite luxuries, with a loft for one of the bedrooms. A large screen TV, a chandelier, a large open space living room. A hallway that leads to the kitchen. Upstairs there's another master bathroom, and thier is a luxury's bathroom downstairs. "Wes...don't you think this is a bit to much? I mean you don't have to do this all because of me I mean I could of slept just fine on the couch back at your old pla-"
"William it's fine." he said holding a box of his belongings in his arms. "Come on, we have shopping to do."
"Wes, I'm fine I-"
"Have cloths I know, but you're in the states now little brother. You have one pairs of jeans and 2 t-shirts which for the record I have no clue how the hell you did that."
"Well I-"
"Like I said you're in the states, you need some cloths."
"Wesley is you sure? I mean this is all a bit to mu-"
"William, come on lets go." he said smiling reassuringly as they left the apartment.
7 years ago, people wouldn't believe Wesley if he told them he had a daughter, a Fiancé' two little brothers, a baby sister, a slayer, a best friend, and his best friends little brother who as might as well of been his own little brother. People wouldn't believe 7 years ago Wesley was teaching English at the local high school in a small town called Pinegreen in Virginia. People wouldn't believe him if he told them the reason he had become a snob was because they all died...he acted as if he never met them. It stopped the pain, it stopped it. People wouldn't believe him if he told them that about a month ago he found out they where all alive, all of them. They wouldn't believe him if he told them his little brother William had tried to kill him, and how his slayer had released from his own spell of numbness. People wouldn't believe him if he told them after his little brother tried to kill him he went out and got legally custody over him. So Wesley didn't bother telling anyone, not even Angel or anyone really.
"I talked to Emma the other day," said Wesley as they got into his fiery red jeep, and even if Wesley had only been a guardian for William for a month, it already smelt highly of chlorine from swimming.
"How is she?" he mumbled slightly nervously.
"She says, Wilfred-"
"How is he?" he asked talking about there other brother, whom is 25, while William is 17.
"Wilfred, Robin, Dawn, Nick and She are doing just fine at the slayer's academy. She says she's really frustrated, acting like she is a new slayer."
"Hasn't she been a slayer longer then Buffy?" asked Will.
"Yeh, 10 years. She was called when she was 7 remember?"
"She was called right after you came to Pinegreen." he mumbled.
"Yeh..." he sighed. A comfortable silence fell over the two brothers both reflecting on their own thoughts.
William forgave Wesley for what he did…now thinking about it, he forgave him a long time ago.
"Wesley?" asked William as they started to drive home from Kohl's.
"Hmm?" he said. William grinned sincerely at that moment; his brother was really starting to act like the one he used to know. That guy who always had your back, that cheery always had a smile on his face kind of guy. As odd as it sounds saying "hmm" really reminded him that his brother is under that new exterior after all.
"What happened to you?" he asked. Wesley did something he didn't even know he was capable of. His face became stone, and cold. He squeezed the steering wheel, his knuckled going bleach white.
"Hell" he merely said and the rest of the car ride was silent.
Everyone except Wesley who had over slept staying up late last night watching a Cricket game with William was in Angel's office. Gunn sat his back against the wall arms crossed. He had heard stories about this girl...this girl who had drove both Angel and Spike to kill at a moments notice. Fred was sitting on the couch watching with fascination, and for once Lorne remained quite. Spike remained in the shadow's unseen, yet watching so carefully.
"Thanks for seeing me...I know its short notice and all but we really need your help," said Buffy Summers sitting in Angel's office.
"Of course, " he said acting cool, yet it was obvious he was on the edge.
"It's just...this...event...it's effected a lot of my girls...I mean it really has effected them. Especially her." she said gesturing to a girl who was sitting up straight good posture. Long chestnut brown hair in a braid, and her eyes where a bright green yet they had no life in them at all. If Angel couldn't hear it, he would have sworn she wasn't breathing. "I need someone with your resource's and someone who knows the city...we have to find out who killed her.
"What's the victim's name?"
No one noticed Wesley walk in, and no one noticed the girl whom Buffy had brought eye's move ever so quickly as he entered. No one noticed how thier eye's locked, and Wesley knew something was wrong. And thankfully no one noticed all the blood leave Wesley's face when Buffy just stated the victim's name.
"Elizabeth Wattson"
Eule: Please Read and Reveiw, I want it least two reveiws before I post up the next chapter. Reminder, this fic is going to be a lot more darker then the last one. It will revolve a little bit more around William. Lots of Wes/Emma fluff in next few chapters. Both dealing with Liz's death.