Title: Faith
Author: Mally
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pre-Angel. Why Wes goes to boarding school.
Notes: Thanks to Zrye for the quick beta, and this is the first in a series.
It will have slash in the latter parts.
Spoilers Just to be on the safe side. All the way thru season 4
Disclaimers: Joss owns all.
Faith
His eyes and heart burned. The tears stung as they spilled unchecked down his cheeks. He was weak, a crybaby. No matter how he hated to show this weakness, how he hated to cry, he couldn't stop. He was too young to understand that tears were sometimes not weakness but strength. That sometimes you have to cry tears of anger of injustice to purge your soul. He would learn that lesson later, but right now the price was too high for a little boy to pay.
He could hear people moving above him, walking up and down the steps. He curled up in a ball, slowly rocking back and forth, subconsciously giving physical form to his restless mind. The dark was slowly pressing in on him stealing his breath. A small sliver of golden light peeked out from under the doorway. It was his only saving grace. The darkness was supposed to make a man out of him; at least that's what his Father told him every time he was shoved in the tiny closet under the stairs.
It smelled like old booze and rotting wood.
He hated this place, hated how he felt. Instead of that hate giving him
courage to stand up to his father or giving him a bad ass attitude, it made him strong in the way only a reed bending from a breeze of wind or rain can be. His father wanted a rock, but rocks break into pebbles. He was air, light and flexible. Powerful and unstoppable.
It was here that he learned to be scared of spiders. Not for the simple fact that he could feel them crawling on his skin, unable to get away. It was worse then that. Worse than feeling like he was trapped in a coffin and buried above the ground. Worse because he found out the hard way that a spider's bite is deadly to him.
He lost count of the trips to hospital. Lost count of how many times his body swelled and his breathing stopped. He lost count of how many times he prayed that the bright light that blinded him wasn't the overhead lights of the hospital, but the welcoming light of heaven. Just after he lost count, he gave up hope.
Just when you fail, when you've reached the end and there is nothing left to live for, something happens. Perhaps it is a cosmic twist of fate, or maybe it's because you haven't suffered enough no matter what
You have been through. Or just maybe, maybe your guardian angel has finally taken an interest in you and decided that it's time to give you back that hope.
Whatever it was or how it happened, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce found himself, bags packed and at the train station early on chilly September morning. He was being sent away, not as punishment for his school grades, but as a reward for having the highest marks in his class. He was going to boarding school, with tear-filled eyes, not of loss and pain but of joy and celebration. He was saved. His prays finally answered. His faith
reborn, in God. Little did young Wesley realize that sometimes there are worse fates, and the hell you give up is heaven compared to the hell that awaits.
Author: Mally
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pre-Angel. Why Wes goes to boarding school.
Notes: Thanks to Zrye for the quick beta, and this is the first in a series.
It will have slash in the latter parts.
Spoilers Just to be on the safe side. All the way thru season 4
Disclaimers: Joss owns all.
Faith
His eyes and heart burned. The tears stung as they spilled unchecked down his cheeks. He was weak, a crybaby. No matter how he hated to show this weakness, how he hated to cry, he couldn't stop. He was too young to understand that tears were sometimes not weakness but strength. That sometimes you have to cry tears of anger of injustice to purge your soul. He would learn that lesson later, but right now the price was too high for a little boy to pay.
He could hear people moving above him, walking up and down the steps. He curled up in a ball, slowly rocking back and forth, subconsciously giving physical form to his restless mind. The dark was slowly pressing in on him stealing his breath. A small sliver of golden light peeked out from under the doorway. It was his only saving grace. The darkness was supposed to make a man out of him; at least that's what his Father told him every time he was shoved in the tiny closet under the stairs.
It smelled like old booze and rotting wood.
He hated this place, hated how he felt. Instead of that hate giving him
courage to stand up to his father or giving him a bad ass attitude, it made him strong in the way only a reed bending from a breeze of wind or rain can be. His father wanted a rock, but rocks break into pebbles. He was air, light and flexible. Powerful and unstoppable.
It was here that he learned to be scared of spiders. Not for the simple fact that he could feel them crawling on his skin, unable to get away. It was worse then that. Worse than feeling like he was trapped in a coffin and buried above the ground. Worse because he found out the hard way that a spider's bite is deadly to him.
He lost count of the trips to hospital. Lost count of how many times his body swelled and his breathing stopped. He lost count of how many times he prayed that the bright light that blinded him wasn't the overhead lights of the hospital, but the welcoming light of heaven. Just after he lost count, he gave up hope.
Just when you fail, when you've reached the end and there is nothing left to live for, something happens. Perhaps it is a cosmic twist of fate, or maybe it's because you haven't suffered enough no matter what
You have been through. Or just maybe, maybe your guardian angel has finally taken an interest in you and decided that it's time to give you back that hope.
Whatever it was or how it happened, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce found himself, bags packed and at the train station early on chilly September morning. He was being sent away, not as punishment for his school grades, but as a reward for having the highest marks in his class. He was going to boarding school, with tear-filled eyes, not of loss and pain but of joy and celebration. He was saved. His prays finally answered. His faith
reborn, in God. Little did young Wesley realize that sometimes there are worse fates, and the hell you give up is heaven compared to the hell that awaits.