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Feedback: Motivate me, please?

Spoilers: Story picks up where Season 3 Angel leaves off

Rating: R, strong R in some places

Written By: Amber

Pairings: mainly Wes/Faith, more coming soon!

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Faith rolled over into his arms and nuzzled her head into his chest and sighed. This was heaven she thought. A caring man who's great in bed, she thought to herself. Why didn't I say something sooner? All that pent up energy did make it a little more sweet though. Wes stroked her hair to let her know he was awake. She looked up into his eyes and smiled.

"There you are sleepy head." she said.

"The sun is setting." he said looking towards the window of his bedroom.

"Yup, it's that time." She said sitting up letting the sheets slide down her still naked body. He stared at her in awe for a minute. It still felt a little like a dream to him. He couldn't believe that she had wanted him. They both were insecure when it came to believing people could love and want them. "Patrol in an hour, you game?"

"Always." he said. He reached over and pulled her back towards him, kissing her passionately. "Thank you."

"For what?" she asked.

"Asking me how I felt about you." he answered.

"Oh, that." she said. " and thank you."

"For what?" It was his turn to ask.

"For your answer." She smiled pulling him out of bed. "I'm getting a shower. You coming?"

"Mmm-hmm." He said as he followed her.

They took a long hot shower together. Further exploring each others bodies. Neither of them could get enough of each other. They had never felt this way before and it was as if they wanted to memorize every detail of it in case they awoke to find it was all just a dream. Wesley lifted her and pushed her gently into the shower wall as she wrapped her legs around him. The hot water washed over them as he pushed inside of her. She breathed heavily into his ear.

"I've never felt anything so amazing." She whispered with a look of utter happiness on her face. He smiled. He was happy that he could make her happy. He pushed into her deeper, and she almost gasped. She pulled her fingernails down his back and broke the skin. He winced.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. "I got caught in the moment and forgot the whole slayer strength thing for a minute."

"I will be okay. I love your strength, and I'll take it as a compliment that you were distracted enough to forget you were the slayer." He said. Then he kissed her softly and continued making love to her. She felt bad that she had hurt him, but it felt so good she didn't want him to stop. She came again and felt as though her legs would give out on her. It was awesome to be with someone who could satisfy her like he could. She held him close to her and let out a gentle moan. He came soon after; leaving his warmness inside of her.

After they got out of the shower Faith inspected his wounds. They weren't bad. Just a few minor surface scratches. She apologized again, and again he told her not to worry about it. They got dressed and discussed where to go for patrol. They decided to patrol a nearby cemetery first, then try some alley's closer to the inside of the city.

They walked hand in hand into the cemetery. But she soon found that she felt safer with a little less hand holding and more stake holding though and they resumed the Slayer/Watcher relationship. They didn't see one lousy vamp the whole 2 hours they spent at the cemetery so they continued on to try out some dark behind the bar alleyways.

It wasn't too long and they heard the sounds of a struggle. Faith hurried back to see if it was vamp related. She rounded a dark corner and ran right into an exploding pile of dust. A stake coming almost into her throat. She easily knocked it away as the sound of it hitting and sliding across the ground echoed in the now vampless alley. She began coughing from all the dust she inhaled. When it cleared away a second later she saw standing before her Connor.

"You! I need to talk to you." Faith sputtered out.

"You!...You are lucky I didn't kill you. Who are you? I've seen you fight the vampires. You are good." Connor replied. He was intrigued by her. Her beauty was awesome in his eyes as he was a raging 16 year old hormone for one, but he could not figure out how an average woman could fight the way she could. It was awesome to behold. Her strength was almost unmatched. He figured she was some kind of demon though and was waiting to have to kill her. Just then Wes caught up, but he stopped abruptly as his eyes set on Connor.

"And we meet again so soon." Said Wes not sure how he felt about that.

"I'm Faith, the vampire slayer." Faith said in answer to Connor's question. "We need to talk Connor. Will you come with me? Somewhere where we can talk." She held out her hand to him. He took it and she started walking with him down the alley.

"I am a vampire slayer too." Connor said. Faith laughed,

"No, no. There's a difference. You may kill vampires. But I am THE slayer. That means I'm the chosen one. The only. Well, usually I'd be the only. That's a long story too." Faith explained.

"What about you?" Connor asked Wesley.

"I'm a watcher, assigned to a slayer to train and guide them" he answered.

"Oh. But you fight them too." Connor said.

"I do what I can. But Faith, she's the one with the power." Wesley explained as Connor turned his eyes to her again, he looked at her like a puppy dog who'd found his long lost owner. Wesley followed feeling a little unnecessarily jealous. They found a little café down the road and they all piled into a booth. Faith and Wesley sitting on one side and Connor on the other. Wesley relaxed a little as he rested his hand on her back. They ordered some coffee and some food, since it looked as though Connor hadn't had a good meal in days. When the waitress left from taking there order Connor started asking questions.

"What is a vampire slayer?" he asked. "And how are you so strong?"

"There is a chosen girl, one who is called. A lot of destiny crap. I'm not sure where my powers really come from, but they're good...I think." Faith said. "Right Wes?"

"It's really rather complex." Wes answered. "There have been slayer's since before there was language, so it's hard to discern where the powers originated."

"How do you know me?" Connor asked.

"Well, we both knew your father." Faith offered.

"And you didn't kill him? Isn't that your destiny?" Connor asked.

"Actually I did try to kill him. A couple of times I think." She said nervously remembering, "but then he helped me. He helped me straighten out my life."

"And you. How did you know my father?" Asked Connor turning towards Wesley. Wes cleared his throat, debating how much he wanted to get into this. He had not ever talked about it with anyone. Not even Faith.

"We were very close at one time. I was referred to as your Uncle Wes actually." Began Wesley with a smile. Once he started his story, it all came out. Faith knew he had needed to talk about it, but she was always afraid to push him. He went on and on explaining the entire tale. Faith was shocked when Wes described what Angel had done to him. That and the whole talking hamburger thing. Weird. She had known that Angel tried to kill him, but wasn't told the details of him being in a hospital bed when the act was done. She felt almost sick to her stomach. No wonder he didn't seem too anxious to get Angel out of that box, she thought.

"But I thought that Angel didn't try to kill humans." Connor asked.

"Apparently he made an exception for my case." Wes replied.

"Apparently he make an exception for my father too." Connor said.

"Angel didn't kill your father! That woman did." Faith exclaimed.

"Justine." Wes said grimly.

"She would never!" yelled Connor.

"She did." answered Wes. "You familiar with Wolfram and Hart, the law firm?" Connor nodded. "I thought you might be. They took Justine into their mind readers and that is what was read. They also know all about your and her involvement in Angel's disappearance and are looking for you as we speak. They will hunt you down until they find you. They are determined to get Angel back."

"If he didn't kill my father, then...she lied?..." Connor's eyes filled with dread at the realization that he had sunk his real father to the depths of the sea with no reason. He felt embarrassed that these people that he just met already knew of what he had done to Angel. "We will have to find him first. I do not trust those lawyers. Will you help me?"

"You shouldn't trust those lawyers. Justine is dead thanks to them." Wes answered.

"Good," replied Connor. "One less thing for me to do."

"You can't go around killing humans no matter how horrible they are." Said Faith to Connor looking to Wes for support.

"Normally I'd agree, but I haven't forgiven her for taking Connor from me and slitting my throat. Of course, I wouldn't have killed her myself, but I can't say I mourn her." Wes replied.

"We will discuss this later. Right now we have to figure out how to get my father back." Connor said.

"What if I don't want to help get your father back?" asked Wesley looking sternly into Connor's eyes. .

"Then I will do it myself." said Connor returning the stare. "But I could really use help from you and your slayer."

"I will help you." Faith replied boldly watching for her watchers reaction out of the corner of her eye. Connor smiled at her. He liked her and knew from the moment he first laid eyes on her that she was a good person. He felt like he could trust her and he had never felt that way before. He had been lied to a lot he was realizing. These people seemed like the only ones who actually were telling the truth. But he still felt uneasy around the British man.

Wes sighed. "I will help you too." He resigned. He knew if Faith was involved that he would have to be too, or it would drive him crazy wondering what was going on, and where they were and what they were doing. He just hoped that if they did get Angel out of the box that he would live to tell the tale.

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Wes and Faith made plans to meet up with Connor later the next week and returned home to make plans and get some rest. After six days had past almost everything was in order. Once they had gathered most of what they needed and had thoroughly researched the coming event Wesley grudgingly called the hotel to let Fred and Gunn in on the plan.

"Angel Investigations" Gunn answered.

"Hello, Wesley here." Wes said.

"Oh.....Yeah? Whatch ya need?" Gunn asked

"A little help getting Angel back if you don't mind." Wes said, slightly smiling even though he hated talking to the jackass.

"You found him? You know how to get him back?" Gunn asked incredulously.

"What!! Found who? Connor? Angel?" He heard Fred in the background asking. Wes then heard a muffled Gunn saying it was Angel and that Wes knew how to find him. Then he heard screaming. Lots of happy screaming. Uhg! Wes thought. Why did I call again? I now have to be trapped on a boat for hours listening to this crap!

"We'll meet tomorrow then," Wes said abruptly. "I have a great amount of planning to do yet."

"Yeah, of course man. Just give us a ring if you need anything." Gunn answered.

Wes returned the phone to the cradle and held it there for a long moment. He took in a deep breath to muster up all the strength he could to do what he had to for the next evening. Faith came up behind him, sensing the stress wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Are you going to be okay?" she whispered concerned about her lover. Wes just nodded and unwrapped her arms from around him. His mind was racing and his stomach was in his throat. He was still feeling hesitant about being one of the first things Angel saw when brought up from the depth of the sea, starving. Wes tried to just shrug it off though and picked up his book that he believe contained the locating spell that he would need. Faith looked at him with downcast eyes. He hadn't said hardly anything in the last few days, and then he just pushed her away when she tried to touch him. She wanted to grab him and make her look at her, acknowledge her, but instead she just walked into the bedroom and closed the door. He didn't even notice. She laid in bed for what seemed like hours before she finally fell asleep without Wesley at her side. He sat at the kitchen table making sure that everything was perfect for the next evening. He didn't want anything to go wrong. He finally fell asleep into his book shortly before dawn.

Faith awoke with the sunrise to realize an empty bed beside her. A single tear slid down her cheek as she began to doubt the feelings that Wesley had confessed to her just one week before. She knew no one could really have wanted her for more than her flesh. She couldn't believe that she had been so stupid to have allowed herself to be happy. She didn't deserve happy anyway, didn't deserve Wesley. The thoughts crept all through her brain until she felt as though she had been poisoned with them.

She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and went out to see what was keeping Wes from sleep, besides the thought that she was in his bed, was the thought that seeped into through her brain. She couldn't help the smile that fell across her face when she laid her eyes on him. He really looked like hell. His glasses were crooked on his face that was pressed into a book. His shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. She knelt next to him and gently shook him.

"Wes...Wes" she whispered.

"Mmm." he mumbled.

"Come to bed Wes?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. Good idea." he said coming to. "I'm sorry, apparently I fell asleep." He sat up rubbing his face.

"Hello, king of obvious." She smiled at him. She took his hand and he followed her into bed.

"I'm sorry" He said as he curled up into her, burying his head into her soft hair. He drifted off immediately. She wrapped her arms around him relieved that she has just been jumping to conclusions a moment earlier. Her insecurities ruling once again over rational thought.

She spent the rest of the morning holding onto Wes and thinking about the adventurous day they were about to embark upon, and prayed to anyone listening that everything would go for the best.