Wesley awoke the next morning and Connor was gone, he looked for him calmly
around the room and the shower but he was no were to be seen. He looked
out of the door and still could not see him.
"Hey", an older man gruffly yelled over to Wesley, he looked like he been
drunk in a ditch for three days and in an area like this it wasn't entirely
unlikely. The sun had just rose and glowed warmly against Wesley but this
guy was well awake. "Mornin pretty boy". Wesley rubbed his temple it was
far too early for this:
"Oh bloody hell".
"Just saw another pretty boy, damndest thing though. Pretty boy my ass,
damn little bastards prettier than my wife". Wesley smiled, Connor great
someone had seen him. He spoke as clearly and slowly as possible to the
drunk:
"Where did the boy go?".
"No thank you, I'm a little tired. Maybe later", the man replied with a
perverted grin on his lips. Wesley scoffed, this wasn't going to be the
easy.
"The pretty boy", he said louder "Where did he go?".
"Yes you are a very pretty boy with a beautiful fake accent", the man said
tapping Wesley's cheek. Wesley groaned, Connor was going to pay for this.
Connor breathed in the fresh air. His lungs had felt crapped but he felt much better here sitting on top of the roof he could see for miles around. It all seemed like a wastleland. So lost, so alone. It wasn't scary it was liberating. The wind in his face the smell of the sands and the grass. He closed his eyes. What was scary was what came next. Who was he? And did he deserve to be? He breathed in deeply and calmly.
"The other boy! The one who is an actual boy, bout yay big", Wesley indicated a few inches beneath his own full height. "Big blue eyes, brown hair, answers to...well..no one". "Oh yeah, you want the other pretty boy!". "Yes!", Wesley said triumphantly. "Why didn't you say so". Wesley reminded himself that smacking the old wino in front of him would be wrong. "Where. Did. He. Go?!", Wesley asked. "Up there on the roof, monkey boy!", the old man laughed and started falling about. Wesley turned to look up at the roof and yes there was Connor's silhouette standing against the brightness of the sun: "Thank you". "Your welcome. And don't you forget Anglish, later on!", the old man winked and wandered off.
Connor stood defiant of his own feelings as he sighed: "Dad", it was filled with love and remorse. Wesley had just gotten up and was behind Connor, which Dad? He wondered Angel, Holtz or the new one. Of course he already knew. Angel. He had to admit to being jealous over the bond between father and son. It raged silently within them more persistent than love and stronger than hatred. Their names where written across each others souls their destinies forever intertwined. "Good morning Wesley", Connor said turning with a weak smile. "Is there something wrong?", Wesley asked, knowing there was. Connor came close into Wesley and wrapped his arm around the man for a quick gentle embrace to greet him. "Yes. We have to go don't we? Back to him.back to them", he was sorrowful yet sure. Wesley nodded: "Well that was the general and original plan, they have to be saved". "Yes." Connor said sadly. "We all do". "We will.in the end", Wesley answered.
I, You make me go insane I was betrayed, how can you say that you feel sorry inside.
"They won't accept it at first", Wesley told Connor in the car on the drive back into L.A. Connor looked back over, a sense of resolve and puzzle in his face: "Us?", he asked. "Because Wesley its none of their business and-" he was touching Wesley''s cheek gently. Wesley smiled warmly: "No I meant the truth, it'll be hard to accept the lies", Wesley said becoming deep in thought again. "Yes, its easier to run and not face reality", Connor said in a world of his own again. "I don't even remember what I'm fighting for or whos right. I just..am". "Sometimes that's the best you can do. And if your going to fall. You'll fall. Just don't worry about it", Wes offered. "And it is their business, especially your father". "My craziness is their business, well I never said it wasn't but-". Connor looked confused and worried as he squinted his eyes and stared openly at Wes, he couldn't help but laugh at the boy. "I meant you and me! Not that I plan to have outright displays in front of them but we must tell them and it will be hard. But saying that you already slept with Angel's love interest last year". Connor was offended: "And you slept with his greatest enemy". "Well technically I was his greatest enemy at the time for losing you", Wesley yelled harshly. There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment. "Manwhore", Connor giggled childishly. Wesley laughed: "Your one to talk!".
It's devastating, losing close friends, I've gone away, you make me stay but I can't tell it from lies.
Wesley's car screeched into a halt outside Wolfram and Hart. "We're just going for files this time, we can't afford to try to take them on just yet. There is risk though, would you like to call your friends now..just in case? Are you ready for this?", Wesley asked carefully. He knew it. Connor was not Angel he had so much potential so much to loose and he had not stolen from Wolfram and Hart before. Connor shook his head.
"Your right this is dangerous I don't have time for friends. I can't not yet, not until I have them back. Until then I'm friendless I have to leave it all behind", he was sorrowful yet stubborn. "So I'm not your friend then? That's nice", Wesley remarked. "No", Connor replied. "That ship has truly sailed", he smiled at Wesley who leant in for one last soft kiss. Before Connor shook off his retirement jumped into the tunnels and proved his namesake. While Wesley taking over the computer stations, outsmarted the enemy and watched Connor on the monitors.
I've got insane, losing close friends Losing close friends.
-The End.
Connor breathed in the fresh air. His lungs had felt crapped but he felt much better here sitting on top of the roof he could see for miles around. It all seemed like a wastleland. So lost, so alone. It wasn't scary it was liberating. The wind in his face the smell of the sands and the grass. He closed his eyes. What was scary was what came next. Who was he? And did he deserve to be? He breathed in deeply and calmly.
"The other boy! The one who is an actual boy, bout yay big", Wesley indicated a few inches beneath his own full height. "Big blue eyes, brown hair, answers to...well..no one". "Oh yeah, you want the other pretty boy!". "Yes!", Wesley said triumphantly. "Why didn't you say so". Wesley reminded himself that smacking the old wino in front of him would be wrong. "Where. Did. He. Go?!", Wesley asked. "Up there on the roof, monkey boy!", the old man laughed and started falling about. Wesley turned to look up at the roof and yes there was Connor's silhouette standing against the brightness of the sun: "Thank you". "Your welcome. And don't you forget Anglish, later on!", the old man winked and wandered off.
Connor stood defiant of his own feelings as he sighed: "Dad", it was filled with love and remorse. Wesley had just gotten up and was behind Connor, which Dad? He wondered Angel, Holtz or the new one. Of course he already knew. Angel. He had to admit to being jealous over the bond between father and son. It raged silently within them more persistent than love and stronger than hatred. Their names where written across each others souls their destinies forever intertwined. "Good morning Wesley", Connor said turning with a weak smile. "Is there something wrong?", Wesley asked, knowing there was. Connor came close into Wesley and wrapped his arm around the man for a quick gentle embrace to greet him. "Yes. We have to go don't we? Back to him.back to them", he was sorrowful yet sure. Wesley nodded: "Well that was the general and original plan, they have to be saved". "Yes." Connor said sadly. "We all do". "We will.in the end", Wesley answered.
I, You make me go insane I was betrayed, how can you say that you feel sorry inside.
"They won't accept it at first", Wesley told Connor in the car on the drive back into L.A. Connor looked back over, a sense of resolve and puzzle in his face: "Us?", he asked. "Because Wesley its none of their business and-" he was touching Wesley''s cheek gently. Wesley smiled warmly: "No I meant the truth, it'll be hard to accept the lies", Wesley said becoming deep in thought again. "Yes, its easier to run and not face reality", Connor said in a world of his own again. "I don't even remember what I'm fighting for or whos right. I just..am". "Sometimes that's the best you can do. And if your going to fall. You'll fall. Just don't worry about it", Wes offered. "And it is their business, especially your father". "My craziness is their business, well I never said it wasn't but-". Connor looked confused and worried as he squinted his eyes and stared openly at Wes, he couldn't help but laugh at the boy. "I meant you and me! Not that I plan to have outright displays in front of them but we must tell them and it will be hard. But saying that you already slept with Angel's love interest last year". Connor was offended: "And you slept with his greatest enemy". "Well technically I was his greatest enemy at the time for losing you", Wesley yelled harshly. There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment. "Manwhore", Connor giggled childishly. Wesley laughed: "Your one to talk!".
It's devastating, losing close friends, I've gone away, you make me stay but I can't tell it from lies.
Wesley's car screeched into a halt outside Wolfram and Hart. "We're just going for files this time, we can't afford to try to take them on just yet. There is risk though, would you like to call your friends now..just in case? Are you ready for this?", Wesley asked carefully. He knew it. Connor was not Angel he had so much potential so much to loose and he had not stolen from Wolfram and Hart before. Connor shook his head.
"Your right this is dangerous I don't have time for friends. I can't not yet, not until I have them back. Until then I'm friendless I have to leave it all behind", he was sorrowful yet stubborn. "So I'm not your friend then? That's nice", Wesley remarked. "No", Connor replied. "That ship has truly sailed", he smiled at Wesley who leant in for one last soft kiss. Before Connor shook off his retirement jumped into the tunnels and proved his namesake. While Wesley taking over the computer stations, outsmarted the enemy and watched Connor on the monitors.
I've got insane, losing close friends Losing close friends.
-The End.