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Spoilers: Story picks up where Season 3 Angel leaves off

Rating: R, strong R in some places

Written By: Amber

Pairings: Wes/Faith

A/N: I know I said there wouldn't be weekend updates (I work all weekend) but I lied. I'm feeling particularly motivated today for some reason. Hope you enjoy!

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The weeks went by and they had resumed the usual Watcher/Slayer training. The Watcher's Council had reinstated him and after some negotiating covered a salary for them both since Faith was on a Council mission. He researched this "Destroyer" that they were looking for and found virtually no information on it and couldn't find anything at all linking it to Connor. They had heard random reports of Connor sightings but nothing that panned out. Wes tried to accompany her at night while she hunted down the usual vamps. She seemed to have slipped back into the slaying with ease. She was receptive to his training. Certainly a change from the last time he had attempted to train her.

They found a dance studio to use during the early morning for their training. They were allowed to rent it out between 6:00 and 8:00 am before classes began for the day. Wes had taken up training her with swords this week. They had been going to the gym after the evening patrols. Faith was enjoying learning to sword fight. She used to find all this stuff boring, but Wesley was almost like an artist when it came to all of these old weapons. He was masterful when he taught her and she was enjoying all the attention he was giving to her. They had trained every day for the last week.

This evening he was just plain tired. He felt as though he hadn't slept for days and really he hadn't. He sat down on the couch and rested his eyes, rubbing his temples. I'll rest for just a minute was the last thought he had before he drifted off to sleep.

Faith walked past and realized he was asleep. Everything that she had thought about him certainly had changed in the past weeks. She no longer felt like his project. He had changed so much. It was a good thing that the Watcher's Council had fired him she thought. He certainly is a lot more human this way.

He slept sitting up, with his shirt partially unbuttoned. She grabbed a blanket and settled it over him debating whether to lay him down. She didn't want to wake him though. She gave him one more glance as she slipped out the door.

She decided to hit the bars. Vamps usually hung there anyway, and she needed a drink. She felt angry and she didn't know why. A bad mood just hung over her like a dark cloud. She walked in and danced a minute or two, hoping some guy would offer to buy her a drink. It didn't take long. Guys are so predictable she thought. She had drink after drink and soon forgot all about the vamps. One of the guys buying her drinks wasn't so bad looking. She turned on the charm and it didn't take long for what she wanted next to come her way. "You want to get out of here?" he asked. She thought he said his name was Doug, or Dan, or Dave. She just couldn't seem to remember, or even bring herself to care. "I thought you'd never ask." she answered back.

They pulled up into a seedy motel. Probably rented by the hour she thought. She didn't care though. It had been too long since she had been with someone and was ready to quit thinking about it 24-7. She practically dragged him inside, took what she wanted, and passed out soon afterwards.

She awoke to the morning sun shining in her eyes. Confused at first, it all came horribly flooding back to her. She felt utterly sick from the drinking, the thought of what she had done, and the thought of what Wes was wondering about her right now. She was scared. She didn't know if she could take the look of disappointment in his eyes if he knew about what she had done. She threw on her clothing from the night before and ran out the door leaving "what's his name?" sleeping soundly in bed unaware of her departure. She threw up twice on the way back to Wes's place. She still couldn't seem to call it home, even though it was the only place she had ever felt safe. She just felt dirty. She couldn't wait to crawl into the shower and just get clean.

She arrived at his door. She silently prayed that he was still asleep. At a little after 10 though, it was very unlikely. She slowly creaked the door open. "Shit!", she thought. He was definitely not asleep. He rushed towards her.

"Are you okay? Why didn't you wake me? I've been worried sick!", cried her watcher. "Were you attacked?" Was I ever, she thought.

"No Wes, I was tracking a demon all through the sewers and I guess I just lost track of time. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you." She said while walking by him. She worried that she sounded almost snippy with him. "I really need a shower...sewer, you know?"

While she brushed by him, he certainly didn't smell sewer. He smelled stale liquor and cigarettes, and knew instantly that he had been lied to. Disappointment washed over him. He was not going to lose her again and resolved to start new this evening. He couldn't help himself from asking though, "Did you get him?"

"Huh, oh... the demon... yeah." she answered as she continued towards the bathroom.

She peeled off her clothes from the night before and had the urge to just burn them. She turned the water on as hot as it would go and stepped in. The bathroom was steamy in seconds as she let the scalding water wash over her skin. She began to silently cry. She chastised herself for acting like a baby. She began to scrub at her skin but it didn't make her feel any better. She didn't know what she was doing. What was last night all about? Faith wondered feeling overcome with anger. She used to do it all the time, had her fun and she'd think nothing of it. Then again their were lots of things she used to do that she no longer does or finds fun. She just felt ashamed.

This was all because of Wes, she thought. She had been thinking things about him that she just shouldn't be thinking about her watcher. She was just trying to get him out of her mind. She was sure that he would be absolutely disgusted with her if he knew of her secret fantasies involving him. She had never felt as though someone cared for her before. He would be training her, they would touch, and it felt like electric shocks going through her, and she would long for more. She knew she didn't deserve a man like Wes though. She didn't even deserve a spot on his couch, let alone in his bed.

She got out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy and so was her skin. She threw on a little make-up around her eyes and grabbed her big bath robe, thankful for it's bulkiness for once, and went out towards the living room.

"If you're tired and need some rest you can use my room," offered Wes. He was planning some things for that evening and didn't want to keep her up. Also he rather was hoping to surprise her. In his little one bedroom apartment her only "bedroom" was his living room. She thankfully accepted his offer and headed off to his room. She didn't want to risk him seeing that she had been crying. She shut the door and leaned up against it. She really wasn't all too tired but she just couldn't face him right now, so sleep seemed to be her best option. She walked over to his bed and pulled back the covers. How ironic that she had just been thinking how she didn't deserve to be in his bed, now here she is. Although not exactly in the same situation she had envisioned. She ran her hand over his sheets. They were a soft flannel in a navy color. She had dreamed of being in this bed before. She had only been in his room twice before. She tried to respect his privacy which was not easy in an apartment this small. She slid her bare legs under the covers and pulled his pillow close to her. In her stomach butterflies were fluttering like crazy. Oh god, he smells so good! She breathed in deeply over and over, and fell asleep.

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Wes worked hard all day. He wasn't much of a chef but he suddenly felt the urge to give it a shot. It was already 5:00 p.m. Faith has been sleeping since 11:00 that morning and he just couldn't wait anymore. He quietly crept into the room. She slept so peacefully. Her dark hair cascading onto his pillow. He almost didn't want to wake her. She looked so innocent. Something he was sure she hadn't been for a very long time. He knew she had a troubled past before she had ever even come into his life. She had survived though, just as he had survived through his troubles. It had just made them stronger people he decided.

Carefully he laid his hand on her shoulder. He didn't want to startle the sleeping slayer for fear of her reflexes causing him undue injury. She stirred and he caught a glimpse of her bare leg peeking out from the bathrobe. He called to her in a loud whisper, "Faith, wake up." She slowly opened her eyes.

"What time is it?" she asked stretching.

"Time for some supper." He said. She hadn't really thought about it earlier today, with her hangover queasiness, but she hadn't eaten anything since the day before and was famished. A wonderful smell came in from the kitchen. She realized she must have been really tired to have slept that long.

"You cooked?" she asked. "I didn't know you cooked."

"I guess I do." he replied.

"Just let me get dressed and I'll be right out." she stated.

"Yes, of course." He said as he backed out of the room. She grabbed her belongings and took off to the bathroom across the hall. She felt like looking nice for once. She brushed out her long hair, put on a little make-up, and put on a sexy little red top with her famous black leather pants. She looked in the mirror and was satisfied with what she saw. She put her shoulders back and strode out towards the kitchen.

She saw the table set complete with linen tablecloth and a bottle of wine. She was rather stunned and didn't know what to make of it.

"What's all this?" She asked inquisitively raising her eyebrows.

"You don't know what today is?" he asked, as he tried not to be obvious about looking her up and down. Faith had become his best friend, but he also couldn't help feeling warm all over when she walked into a room.

"Should I?" she wondered, searching her brain for an excuse for such a supper.

"You have been here a month." he continued, "Really, I just wanted to do something special for you. I'm not very good being open and telling people what I'm thinking." The butterflies came back with a vengeance this time leaping up into her throat. What is he trying to say she wondered. Hoping beyond hope for a confession of undying love. What have I been reduced to? she wondered on.

"Faith, you have become a very important person in my life. I was in a very bad place when you came walking back into my life. You helped my find purpose once again. You have been doing so wonderfully. I am so proud of you. You're making a lot of progress in your training and I find your dedication refreshing." He opened the cork on the bottle of red wine and poured some into two glasses. He handed her one and held his up. "To us, watcher and slayer?"

"To us." she replied as she let the sweetness slide down her throat. Not exactly what she was hoping for, but she couldn't help but be pleased. She had never had someone be proud of her before. She had never done anything to be proud of. Even her own mother never seemed anything but annoyed by her. They sat down to a wonderful dinner of duck a l'orange, ratatouille, and fettuccini alfredo. He had even made dessert. Crepes Suzette. Faith marveled at the wonderful meal. She was so hungry it was hard not to shovel it in like a barbarian.

Once they had finished the meal, Wes pulled a gift box out from under his chair. It was a black box with a bright red ribbon. Just her style. "Wes! You shouldn't have! You make me feel so guilty." She exclaimed.

"You've earned it Faith. Just open it!" He looked excited. She pulled the ribbon and slid the cover off the box. A beautiful black leather jacket sat in the box. She gasped.

"It's awesome," she yelled, pulling it on to test it's fit. She ran over to where Wes stood and threw her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." she cried. He smiled as he hugged her back, lowering his head into her hair and taking in the scent of her shampoo he loved so much.

"You're welcome." He simply replied, followed by, "shall we go?" He held his arm out to her.

"Where are we going?" she asked eagerly taking his arm.

"Wherever you want. It's your night off." He said as he readied himself for an adventure.