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A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I was busy with many things. I recently organized my files and that led me to a creative mood. This chapter is almost entirely dialogue, hope you don't mind. Enjoy the chapter!
L.A Wesley's Apartment
Wes awoke to the sound of his telephone ringing. He sat up in bed and rubbed his face with one hand. He checked the clock on the wall; it was only 3 in the morning. That didn't stop him from answering the call though.
"Hello."
"Wesley?" It was Faith and her voice sounded like she was trying not to cry. Wesley was immediately hit with what seemed like a wall of worry. It didn't help that the time of the call was an hour ahead of the normal time that Faith called him after patrol.
"Faith, what's wrong?"
"We just got back from patrol."
"An hour early, did someone get hurt?"
"It's Xander. Wes, someone ripped his eye out of his head. "
"Faith, is he alive?"
"Yeah, he's in critical care in the hospital but he's still kickin'. Anya refused to leave him until he wakes up." Faith forced a half-strangled laugh at this point. "Guess she's still in love with him after all."
"I'm glad to hear that he survived that attack. Do you know who did it?"
"Yeah, it was this insane preacher. The First just kept rallying him on. It was a big battle and we lost some good people."
"Faith-"
"They were Newbies! I supposed to protect them! Wes, how can I protect them from something that I can't hit?"
"I don't know Faith. I could check my books for some protection spells."
"Giles says there isn't much we can do in that department. We keep on fighting and fighting and it seems like we're not making any progress."
"You are making progress. You just can't see it because you're in the thick of it."
"Oh man, I sound like an emotional wreck. Tell me something about what's going on in L.A." Wesley tried to settle his back on the pillows on his bed as he spoke.
"Well, we've eradicated about a dozen nests and Lorne is planning on reopening his club. There's still a lot of post-apocalyptic activity but it's starting to settle down."
"I'm glad to hear it. It's nice to know that something in this world is going right."
"You sound bloody tired, love. Have you been getting enough sleep?"
"Not really, nightmares you know. A lot of my old mistakes are coming back to haunt me."
"Don't lose hope." Something Wesley had said registered in her mind.
"Did you just call me love?"
"What if I did? Would that annoy you?"
"Not really, I think I like it. Just tell me you're not forgetting to eat again."
"I'm been eating most of my meals with Gunn, Fred and Lorne. Don't worry though, I've restocked my pantry."
"Good to hear. You tend to bury yourself in your books. How're your guys doing?"
"Alright, they're working for Angel Investigations now. I lost a couple of them when the sun disappeared."
"Did they have families?"
"No, their families were killed by vampires. I arranged their funerals though."
"You're a good man, Price." Wes laughed.
"My dear, we've been talking for almost an hour. Surely you must be tired."
"Yeah, besides some of the girls have started glaring at me. I think they want to use the phone."
"Good morning, Faith."
"I thought the term was goodnight."
"It is, but when a Slayer returns safely from patrol its morning. So good morning, Faith."
"Good morning Wesley. I'll call you tomorrow Princess Marguerite." Wesley laughed again.
"Until tomorrow, À demain." Wesley waited until he heard Faith hang up the phone before he placed it back into its cradle. He looked at the clock again. It was 4:15 in the morning, he decided to go back to sleep for a few hours.
