Dreams of Something Different
By jezebel
Disclaimer: I only own the idea
Reviews: I would like to see what you think
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Chapter Two: Wesley's Story
They drove to Kings Cross Station in silence. Tara, even though she was usually pretty shy, kept trying to make conversation.
"So, I don't know, your name seems familiar, have you ever been to Sunnydale California?" The borrowed car screeched to a halt, and then kept going. He turned to Tara with wide eyes.
"Of course, though I haven't been back there in a few years. Tell me, you wouldn't happen to know a Rupert Giles, would you?"
Tara smiled. "Giles? Yeah, I, um, am kinda good friends with him."
"Really? Well I guess that means you know of the slayer, or possibly you actually know the slayer, Buffy Summers?"
"Yes, I do. Um, do you know Willow?"
"Rosenburg? The redheaded Wicca?"
"Yeah, um, I was kinda her girlfriend." Once again the car roughly jerked. Tara raised her eyebrow. He gave a sheepish smile and the car started to drive smoother.
"Wow, I just, wow. Well I'm guessing you've heard of Angel then?"
"Yes, the vampire with a soul. He was the love of Buffy's life then left for LA. Why?"
"Oh, well, I work for Angel, or did until I made a mistake, now I'm here."
"Hmm. Well how do you know Buffy and them?"
"I was Buffy's watcher for a brief time."
"Oh, you mean your stuffy British guy. Opps, sorry, that's just how they described you."
"Think nothing of it. I was a rather pompous jerk back then. Now I prefer to think of myself as a little bit more loose around the edges, though I haven't seen anyone from Sunnydale in a long time. Oh, might I suggest you refrain from calling anyone a stuffy British guy here, even if they are. We British men tend to all act that way, you'll get used to it." He said it with a smile so Tara didn't worry about him being offended. They drove in silence for a while. Finally Tara tried again.
"So, you said you made a mistake, why exactly are you here? Not that it's any of my business, just curious."
He took a deep breath and unconsciously rubbed his scar. Then he turned and studied Tara for a minute. Satisfied she was trustworthy, he began his tale.
"Well, I suppose I should start with the fact that Angel has a son." He went on to explain the prophecies and everything that had been going on at Angel Investigations. Finally he got to the part when Justine had double-crossed him.
"She grabbed the baby and slit my throat. I have no clue what happened with Conner or Angel. She had left me there to die-"
***Flashback***
Wesley was unconscious, lying there on the ground. Blood was leaking out of his throat at a fast pace. A black, shaggy dog approached the fallen man and sniffed at the blood. Satisfied, it gave out a loud bark. A man heard the bark and quickly showed up at the scene. He kneeled down and checked for a pulse before pulling out a cell phone. He grabbed the dog by the collar, and pulled him closer to Wesley, before dialing 911. He picked up the Wesley's hand and checked for a pulse before placing one of Wesley's fingers on the phone, then turned to the dog.
"Hopefully we can get there on time and Poppy can fix him up." The dog let out a whine. He nodded. "I know, it's sad to see him like this, stuffy old Ravenclaw. We'll just have to pull extra pranks when he's back to normal. Come on, time to go." The man looked at his watch and counted the seconds silently. Then, the man, the dog, and Wesley disappeared off of the now bloody, American soil.
**End of Flashback**
"That was about a month ago. They brought me back to Hogwarts and Madame Pomfrey fixed me up. They decided that since the charms teacher was retiring, I could take over his position. Now I'll be teaching at Hogwarts with you." Slowly the car came to a stop. Tara looked up and saw the train station. Wesley smiled. "Well, we're here."
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A/N: Okay, that's the next chapter. See, having Wesley pick up Tara actually made sense. So, I hope it was to your liking. Please review and tell me what you think.S
