It was a beautiful day out so Will was out for a walk. He needed to clear his head. Or he at least needed to sort things out. It had only been a couple of days since he had last seen Wesley, but he missed him, and it was more than just wanting to see Wesley. He felt like something was wrong without Wesley around. It felt like the most ridiculous thing ever. He had only seen Wesley three times and he couldn't get the kid out of his head. He was so lost in his thoughts that he wasn't paying attention to anything else.

Suddenly he found himself lying on the ground and in a lot of pain. Whatever had happened had happened fast. He didn't know how he had wound up on the ground and he didn't know why he felt so much pain. He was so confused. He didn't think his brain was functioning properly at the moment. Wesley's face suddenly appeared above him. "What happened?" Will asked, his voice nothing more than a whisper. It was hard to talk. It was hard to breathe.

"Don't talk, Will. Just relax. It's not your time. I'll make sure you get through this."

Will had no idea what Wesley was talking about, but then he felt Wesley's hand on him and warmth flooded his body. "Sleep now, Will."

Just before he closed his eyes he could swear Wesley looked different, like he was there but wasn't really there. And if he wasn't mistaken, there were what appeared to be wings. That couldn't be though. He must be seeing things. Wesley couldn't possibly have wings. That would mean he wasn't human, and that just wasn't possible. He wanted to ask Wesley about that, but Wesley urged him to sleep again, and this time he obeyed.


Will groaned as consciousness found him. There was a steady beeping noise already annoying him and he was in pain. People were talking all around him. It was so noisy.

"Will?"

Will knew that voice. It was Wesley. He felt's Wesley's hand grasp his own. With a lot of effort, Will managed to open his eyes. Wesley was smiling down at him, and he was holding a cup of water in his other hand. He held it up to Will's lips so Will could take a drink. The cool liquid flowed down his throat, and though it did nothing for his pain, it still went a long way in making him feel better.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Wes, what happened?" There was no point in answering the question. Will was lying on a hospital bed, and looking at the parts of him that were exposed, he looked like one giant bruise. With the way he felt, the rest of him probably looked the same way.

Wesley squeezed his hand. "Will, you were hit by a car while you were on your walk."

Flashes of what happened were coming back to him. "You were there." Will remembered that Wesley had looked different to him. He looked normal now though.

"I was there."

"Where did you come from? You weren't anywhere around me. I would have known if you had been."

Wesley didn't answer him. Will decided to push even more. "You looked different, Wes. And I could have sworn I saw wings. And I felt warm when you touched me. I could have been imagining things, but I don't think I was."

"Will, I really think you were just imagining things. How's the pain?"

"There's more than a decent amount of it. How long have I been out of it?" He decided to let the other subject drop of Wesley's possible wings, but just for now.

"For a couple of days now. The doctor was really worried that you weren't going to make it."

"And you weren't?"

"I knew you'd make it."

"How could you know that?"

Wesley cocked his head to the side. "I have finished the Harry Potter series. I obtained the seventh book on my own. Would you like me to read to you?"

Will smiled. "That would be nice." Wesley obviously didn't want to talk about things now, but Will wasn't going to let this go. Not for good anyway. He would keep pestering Wesley until Wesley told him what it was he was hiding.

With Will's help, Wesley found the place that Will had left off at and began reading to him. It was strange to hear Wesley reading to him. His voice never changed for any of the voices. His voice was very monotonous. It was nice though. He liked hearing Wesley's voice. It was soothing.

He found himself drifting off. "Sleep now, Will. I'll be here when you wake up," Wesley said, putting aside the book. That sounded like a good idea to Will, so he let himself fall asleep, Wesley's hand in his once again.


When Will woke up next, he could still feel Wesley's hand in his. Will gave it a squeeze and Wesley's face suddenly appeared in his line of sight. Will found himself wanting more than just some hand holding. He wanted some real comfort. He scooted over as much as his aching body let him and tugged on Wesley's hand.

"Will, do you want me to join you in bed?"

Will snorted. He should have known that he would have to make his point clearer for Wesley. "Yes. Please."

Wesley got onto the bed next to him. He lie there stiffly and Will rolled his eyes. "Wesley, will you lie on your side against me and put your arm around me?"

"If that's what you would like."

Will sighed "Wes, you don't have to if you don't want to."

Will closed his eyes and then felt Wesley's body pressed against his, and then an arm wrapped around him. Will let out another sigh, a happier one this time though.

"I just wanted to make sure it was what you wanted. You are hurt after all."

"Thanks. Now, are you ever going to tell me about what I saw right after the accident?" Will decided to risk asking Wesley this again.

"You wouldn't believe me, even if I did."

"So you're not even going to try?"

"If you really want to, then we can talk when you get out of the hospital."

"I guess that will have to do, but make no mistake, we will definitely be having this talk."

"If I said I would have this conversation with you, Will, then we will have it. I won't go back on my word."

"Thanks." Will tried to get closer to Wesley. "You're warm. It's nice."

Wesley pressed himself even closer to Will. "Is that better?"

"Yes. Wes, I think there might be other things we need to discuss too once I'm out of here."

"We will. For now you should just get more sleep."

Will nodded and sighed, falling asleep in Wesley's arms.


He was still in Wesley's arms when he woke up again. He didn't move. He didn't want Wesley to know he was awake yet. He wanted to stay just like this. Being near Wesley like this helped ease his pain.

"I know you're awake."

"I just didn't want you to move."

"If you want me to stay like this then I will."

"I don't want to force you to stay like this if you don't want to."

"Why wouldn't I want to do this?"

Will shrugged and then winced. He needed to remember that it hurt too much to move. "You don't even know me."

"You keep saying that and I keep telling you that it's just not true. I like everything that I know about you and I can't wait to learn more."

"You're a strange young man, Wesley. Has anyone ever told you that before?"

"Nobody's ever had the opportunity."

Will ran his fingers along Wesley's arm. "You're an interesting young man too. And I can't wait to learn more about you as well."

"Why don't we focus on getting you out of this hospital first. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good."

"Go back to sleep, Will."

"More sleep? I've been doing nothing but sleep."

"Good. That's what you should be doing."

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

Wesley kissed his cheek. "Sleep, Will."

As if Wesley's voice commanded it, Will fell asleep instantly.


"You didn't have to help me home, you know."

"I know, but I wanted to."

Will was finally released from the hospital this morning, and Wesley had helped him home. They had taken a cab because apparently Wesley couldn't drive, and Will was definitely in no condition to drive.

Wesley helped him to his bedroom where Will sank gratefully onto his own bed. Wesley sat on the edge. "You should get in so we can talk."

"Will, you need your rest."

"You promised."

"I know, but I will be here when you wake up."

"Wes, I've been doing nothing but sleeping. Can we please talk now?"

Wesley looked like he was going to say no, but then he got into bed with Will. He faced Will, but didn't press against him like he had in the hospital.

"Wes, I've been thinking a lot about this since I really haven't had much else to do. The way you act and talk, the questions that you can't answer, or rather that you won't answer because it wouldn't make sense to someone like me, the way you acted when I said I didn't believe in magic or demons or angels. I thought I saw wings the day of my accident. This sounds so ridiculous and I think that maybe it's the drugs still talking, but are you an angel?" Though it was something that Will had been thinking about nearly nonstop, it still felt strange vocalizing that though. It wasn't as if he thought Wesley would laugh at him or anything, but it still felt strange.

"What would you do if I said that I am an angel?"

"How is that even possible? Things like this don't exist. Does this mean there are demons in the world? Are there really vampires and werewolves? And what about magic?"

"Why don't we save all of that for another time, like when you're feeling better, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I suppose so. So you're not actually nineteen, are you? You're older. Much older. Older than I can comprehend."

Wesley chuckled. "No, I'm definitely not nineteen, but this body is."

"Is there someone else in there with you? Like a possession or something? How did you get that body?" Will couldn't stop asking questions. He wasn't even sure if he believed Wesley, yet he couldn't stop asking.

"Just me in here."

"Is your name really Wesley?"

Wesley just smiled at him.

"Okay, fine. Something easier then. Why the interest in me?"

"Will, not tonight. We can finish this conversation tomorrow."

"Will you stay?"

"Of course."

Will moved closer to Wesley and Wesley wrapped his arms around him. "Didn't you want to talk about this too, Will?"

"I've never been attracted to a man before. Are you male? Do you have a gender?"

"Would it be easier if I appeared to you as a female?"

Will thought about it and realized that he wouldn't want that. He kind of liked the way Wesley was, and he thought at this point that it would just be weird if Wesley was a girl. It would be strange. "I kind of like you just like this."

Wesley kissed his forehead. "Then everything else can wait until tomorrow, okay?"

Will nodded. Wesley began stroking his back and Will fell asleep easily.


Sunlight was streaming in through the windows and the smell of bacon filled the air. Will opened his eyes and Wesley was standing there with a tray of food in his hands.

"Did you cook?"

"No. I don't know how." Will sat up and leaned against the headboard and Wesley handed him the tray.

"Well whatever you did, it tastes fantastic," Will said around a mouthful of bacon.

"Thank you." Wesley sat down at the edge of the bed, facing Will.

"What's up, Wes? You look all serious."

"What's up?"

"Sorry. I just want to know what you're thinking. Like I said, you look all serious."

"I see. Will, I've been watching humans for a long time. I've always been curious about them and their ways, but I've never actually shown myself to anyone before. No one was ever really interesting to me the way that you are. I've learned as much about humans as I can, but as I'm sure you've noticed, I still have some things to learn."

Will swallowed hard. "Why me?" he asked again.

Wesley cocked his head and smiled. "I'm not sure I have an answer to that, Will. I'm not sure how any of this works. I'm not sure I understand any of this. I want to learn though and I want to learn with you."

Will nodded and went back to this food. This whole situation was too strange. If he was to believe Wesley, then he had fallen in love with an angel. And yes, he had figured it out while he was in the hospital. He had fallen in love with Wesley during the short time that he had known him. He didn't know how it was possible, but he knew it was true.

"What about demons? Do they exist too?"

"Yes."

Will raised his eyebrows. "How do we not know about them then?"

"Don't worry about that, Will. It's under control. They are under control."

"But does that mean that vampires really exist? And that there is such a thing as a werewolf? Does that mean a zombie apocalypse could really happen?"

Wesley frowned at the questions. "Are you okay, Will? Is this too much?"

"I don't know. I think I'm still having a hard time believing all of this." Will shook his head. "No. That's not it. I believe you, though I'm not sure why. It's just a lot to take in. The whole world is suddenly so very different. Things that I knew couldn't possibly exist suddenly do. Wesley, what do you do when the world you knew so well is suddenly so different?"

Wesley looked thoughtful for a moment and then stood up, facing Will. "Would you like to see my wings?"

Will nodded. That didn't really answer Will's question, but he supposed Wesley didn't really have an answer for it. Wesley smiled and let his wings out. They weren't white, like Will had imagined they would be. They were a kind of silvery color and shimmery. They looked so soft too. Will set his tray aside and his hand was nearly to one of Wesley's wings when he stopped. "Can I?"

Wesley tilted his head. He looked confused. "Nobody has ever touched them before."

Will moved his hand forward again, slowly, until his fingers were touching the tip of Wesley's wing. It was soft. He buried his fingers in further and Wesley gasped. Will yanked his hand back. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Wesley breathed out. Will moved his hand back into Wesley's wing, stroking through the plumes. Wesley shivered. He moved to the edge of the bed, sitting in front of Wesley. He moved his hand from Wesley's wing to his arm, running it up until he was cupping Wesley's cheek. He leaned in and kissed Wesley.

Wesley was stiff against Will, not knowing what to do. Will didn't give up though, and finally Wesley relaxed and starting mimicking what Will was doing. Will kept the kiss brief. He was still tired and he wasn't sure how Wesley felt about all of this. When Will opened his eyes Wesley's wings were gone. "I liked that," Wesley said.

"Good, because I'm hoping that won't be the last time we do that." Will lay back down again, and Wesley lay next to him. "I kind of feel like I'm corrupting you though. You're an angel. You're supposed to be pure and innocent. I can't take that away from you."

"You're stereotyping. Just because I'm pure and innocent doesn't mean that all angels are. I was just never interested in any of that stuff. You've changed that, Will. I want to experience what everyone else has. You're the first human who has interested me at all."

Will pulled Wesley into his arms. "I don't think I deserve you."

"Now I know that's not true."

Will smiled and kissed Wesley's forehead. "I'm tired. I think I'm going to have to sleep again."

"It's fine, Will. You know I'm not going anywhere."

He kissed Wesley one last time and let sleep claim him.


Will's healing was going well. He often wondered if Wesley could just heal him, but he didn't want to ask. He didn't want to put Wesley in an awkward position if there was some reason keeping him from healing Will.

Wesley had stayed with him the whole time. It had been nice having him around. Wesley slept in bed with him at night, took care of all of his meals, though Will wasn't sure how he was doing that, and he even continued reading Harry Potter to Will.

They hadn't moved past kissing, and they didn't kiss that often. Will was usually still too tired to do much, but even so, he wanted to take things slowly with Wesley. He wanted to do things right with Wesley.

Most of what they had been doing for the past few weeks was talking. He had learned more about Wesley and had tried to teach Wesley things about humans that he didn't already know. Wesley was a quick learner. He was already picking up Will's gestures so he looked less like a robot and more like a human.

Will found himself growing stronger every day. He knew that soon he would be back to normal. He wondered what that would mean for him and Wesley. He hoped that Wesley would stick around. He wanted to see where things were going. He had never felt so right with a person before, and Wesley wasn't even a person, at least not technically.

Will shut off the water in the shower and dried himself off. He dressed in a tee and a pair of track pants. He wanted to get out of the house today. He'd been cooped up for too long. Wesley was sitting on the bed waiting for him. He was always close by in case Will needed him for something. "I want to go for a walk. I'm sick of this house."

"Okay, we can do that." Wesley got up and together they left the bedroom and walked out of the house. They walked slowly. Will didn't want to over exert himself. Not that Wesley would have let him anyway. He took Wesley's hand into his own. Wesley smiled and pressed in closer to Will.

There was still an oddness about Wesley and Will honestly hoped that Wesley would never lose that. He actually liked that about Wesley. There wasn't anything about Wesley that he didn't like. There wasn't anything about Wesley that he didn't love.

"Hey Wes, you know I don't really need your help around the house anymore."

"Yes, I had noticed."

"I guess I'm just wondering what that means for us. I mean, I know how I feel about you, though it still surprises me how quickly it happened. I'm just not sure how you feel about this. I'm not even sure how any of that works for you. And I know you said that you're interested in me and want to learn things with me, but I can't help wondering if that's all you want from me."

"I can feel. I can love. And it's not all I want from you. I want a life with you if that's what you want. Will, how is it that you feel about me?"

"Wes, I'm in love with you. I don't know how it happened because it happened so quickly, but it did. And I want you in my life, and I want to do things right by you."

Wesley stopped them and stood in front of him. "You love me?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Will, I want everything you said." He cupped Will's face in his hands and kissed him. "I just don't really know about intercourse and I don't even really know about love. At least not how it feels."

Will bit back a laugh. "Don't worry about it. I've had sex before, but never with a guy. It'll be new for both of us. And we can take things slowly. And you'll figure out if it's love. There's no need to rush that either."

"Can we go back to the house and start working on all of that?"

Will chuckled. "Yes. Definitely."

They made their way back to the house and Will led Wesley to the couch. They sat down together and Will kissed him. They'd kept the kisses pretty chaste so far, and he loved how Wesley groaned at the feel of Will's tongue against his own for the first time.

They made out on the couch for hours, something Will hadn't done since he was a teenager, and something Wesley had never done before. "Wes," he murmured against Wesley's lips," I think we should stop for today."

Wesley let out a little whine.

"You know, you're acting more and more human every day."

"Yeah, I've been spending way too much time with you."

Will laughed. "And now you're even making jokes."

Wesley sighed and curled up against him. Will liked this. He really liked this. He hoped this was something he would never have to give up.

"Why did you want to stop? Didn't you like what we were doing?"

"That's the problem. I liked it too much. If we want to take things slow then this is the way we have to do it."

"Okay. If you say so."

Will chuckled. "I do. Don't you trust me?"

"I do."

Will kissed the top of Wesley's head. "Don't worry. I'm going to make sure that you're very happy with me."

"I don't doubt that, Will. I don't doubt that."