Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews, they gave me inspiration to write this next bit.
This is a continuation from the last chapter so it's the last part of Wesley's dream. I hope you like it! I was going to write more but it just didn't flow right.
Hopefully next up will be Connor's dream.
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Wesley swivelled his body towards the female voice that spoke to him, "Faith".
/She looks so old and tired/ Wesley thought to himself as the rain matted Faith's sleek dark hair to her cheeks.
"Your not exactly picture perfect yourself Wes. It's the guilt. Makes you old before your time but I guess that's something you'd know a little about yourself."
Wesley dug his hands deep into his jacket pockets hunching his shoulders forward against the heavy onslaught of rain.
"Why have you come here?" Ignoring Faith's words Wesley looked momentarily over to his former slayer and saw raise her shoulders in a shrug, leaning her hands onto her hips.
"You tell me, this is your dream. I'm just a figment of your largely over active imagination."
"How prison treating you?"
Wesley heard a sigh escape Faith's mouth before she spoke again.
"Come on Wesley, I doubt I'm doing a guest spot in your dream so we can discuss the state of the LA county prison system."
Wesley turned away from Faith deciding it was easier to ask his next question without having to look at those dark eyes.
"How do you do it?"
"Going to have to elaborate on that one Wes."
"Know who you are, what you've done and still live."
"You think I feel alive?"
Wesley drew his head up and dared a look at Faith, for a spilt second she looked vulnerable but only for a moment.
"I do feel alive of course, not the birds are singing happy kind of alive the other much worse kind. It all spirals, you know?"
The question hung in the air.
"Out of control" Wesley finished, "I know."
An almost manic laugh escaped Wesley's lips and he turned to face Faith, "We finally have something in common."
"Weird isn't it. Slayer and watcher having a heart to heart about guilt, bet this hasn't happened to often."
A short silence fell as the rain began to relent and the skies lightened.
"All we can do is fight Wes and hope or at least try to hope that we'll find it one day."
"Forgiveness?"
It was Faiths turn to laugh this time as she shook her head, "Not going to happen love. Angel will never forgive you for stealing his son just like the families of the people I murdered will never forgive me. I'm talking about peace."
"Do you really think peace is still an option for us?"
"I don't know Wesley. We got to try though."
The two watched as the sun began to rise its rays reaching out over the city below lighting up every corner driving the dark of night out.
"I don't know if this helps any but if I wasn't in prison then I would be proud to have you as my watcher."
"Thank you Faith."
"Anytime Wes."
Faith took a step over to Wesley and held out an upturned palm to him; cocking her head slightly to one side, "Ready to wake up?"
Wesley took one last look at the rising sun and nodded turning to Faith and grasping her small hand in his.
Wesley saw Faith smile and with that a white light flashed up between them sending him hurtling back into reality.
This is a continuation from the last chapter so it's the last part of Wesley's dream. I hope you like it! I was going to write more but it just didn't flow right.
Hopefully next up will be Connor's dream.
**
Wesley swivelled his body towards the female voice that spoke to him, "Faith".
/She looks so old and tired/ Wesley thought to himself as the rain matted Faith's sleek dark hair to her cheeks.
"Your not exactly picture perfect yourself Wes. It's the guilt. Makes you old before your time but I guess that's something you'd know a little about yourself."
Wesley dug his hands deep into his jacket pockets hunching his shoulders forward against the heavy onslaught of rain.
"Why have you come here?" Ignoring Faith's words Wesley looked momentarily over to his former slayer and saw raise her shoulders in a shrug, leaning her hands onto her hips.
"You tell me, this is your dream. I'm just a figment of your largely over active imagination."
"How prison treating you?"
Wesley heard a sigh escape Faith's mouth before she spoke again.
"Come on Wesley, I doubt I'm doing a guest spot in your dream so we can discuss the state of the LA county prison system."
Wesley turned away from Faith deciding it was easier to ask his next question without having to look at those dark eyes.
"How do you do it?"
"Going to have to elaborate on that one Wes."
"Know who you are, what you've done and still live."
"You think I feel alive?"
Wesley drew his head up and dared a look at Faith, for a spilt second she looked vulnerable but only for a moment.
"I do feel alive of course, not the birds are singing happy kind of alive the other much worse kind. It all spirals, you know?"
The question hung in the air.
"Out of control" Wesley finished, "I know."
An almost manic laugh escaped Wesley's lips and he turned to face Faith, "We finally have something in common."
"Weird isn't it. Slayer and watcher having a heart to heart about guilt, bet this hasn't happened to often."
A short silence fell as the rain began to relent and the skies lightened.
"All we can do is fight Wes and hope or at least try to hope that we'll find it one day."
"Forgiveness?"
It was Faiths turn to laugh this time as she shook her head, "Not going to happen love. Angel will never forgive you for stealing his son just like the families of the people I murdered will never forgive me. I'm talking about peace."
"Do you really think peace is still an option for us?"
"I don't know Wesley. We got to try though."
The two watched as the sun began to rise its rays reaching out over the city below lighting up every corner driving the dark of night out.
"I don't know if this helps any but if I wasn't in prison then I would be proud to have you as my watcher."
"Thank you Faith."
"Anytime Wes."
Faith took a step over to Wesley and held out an upturned palm to him; cocking her head slightly to one side, "Ready to wake up?"
Wesley took one last look at the rising sun and nodded turning to Faith and grasping her small hand in his.
Wesley saw Faith smile and with that a white light flashed up between them sending him hurtling back into reality.