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Chapter Fifteen – Avoid and Dodge
Damn, the man sure did know how to lay it on thick. Never knew he had such a dirty mind. Faith went to find the teenagers, only to see them behind the shed. Connor skinned and cleaned the couple of rabbits while Dawn turned pale at the sight. Let them work it out, she thought.
Grabbing a water bottle to quench her thirst, she sat at the only table in the house. How much of this stuff did they have left? Since she led such a hand to mouth existence, she'd need to know what the scoop was on supplies.
Then she'd sit down and really talk to the watcher, preferably without the two brats' input. She chuckled when she realized Dawn and Connor were closer in age to her than she was to Wesley. In her early twenties, she was already a hardened criminal.
Wesley was probably still in Watcher school, or whatever they called it, at this age. He was so green around the ears when she first met him. The man didn't know a stake from the butt end of a cow. Now he took flying leaps at demons twice his size. The man's a freakin' idiot. Or maybe he had saved her life. She couldn't figure out which.
She took another swig of water and sighed. Desperate to go out and pound something, she sat as still as she could until the urge passed somewhat. Her energy was driving her crazy. Too many itches to scratch. Maybe pummeling some demons would help her forget.
My God, he looked a mess. Could he have lost any more weight or gained any more muscle. She usually liked her men with more bulk, with huge muscles. Kind of like Robin.
Faith noticed as she cleaned the blood and gore off Wesley how much she liked how he was built. The man definitely didn't need to work out. Months into a demon war had taken care of that.
Even though he smelled a little like congealed blood a moment ago, she could still remember those times, few as they were, when she'd smell his and Giles' tea brewing. Mixed in with that old book smell, it was sometimes comforting.
It's when he looked at her that he gave her the shivers. Like he could see into her soul with those clear blue eyes of his. Kind of scared her at first. That was probably one reason why she had wanted to hurt him so badly at first. He had been so right about her. She knew that now.
He had always scared the shit out of her. Even when she felt relaxed around him, she never entirely was. Then he'd touch her and it all would melt away. Damn, what in hell was she going to do about him? Avoid and dodge was probably the best for now. They had to get the two brats out the war zone. It's the best she could do for Buffy and Angel.
"Let's eat," Faith said as she shook Wesley awake. Something smelled good. His stomach rumbled in reply. Real, honest to goodness meat.
"Connor scored big time. Useful little shit, at times."
Faith sat down on the bed and arranged food for him. She even found a small tray to do it on.
"Dinner in bed. How lovely." Faith just smiled. He'd have to lay off the jokes. They had work to do.
As Faith dug into her dinner, Wesley decided it was time to have their little talk.
"So, where are Connor and Dawn?"
"You know, when you say it like that, it sounds a little like Sonny and Cher."
Wesley glared at her to get her mind to not get sidetracked. "OK, OK. Sorry. I'm Ms. Tiny Attention Span tonight. Lots whirling through this little brain of mine. Now what the fuck is going on?"
"Just going to ask you the same thing. I would say that we're being led, but I can't figure out by whom."
Faith shrugged and took another bite of meat. "All I know is I came to get B and the brat out. Favor to Giles. Then all hell breaks lose."
"Been breaking lose for sometime for me." Wesley dug into his meat again. He really didn't care what it tasted like, only that it was meat. "Good meat."
"Yeah. The kid can actually cook. Maybe he has a career after all of this is over."
"Giles have any ideas that he shared with you before you left?" If he would share with her, Wesley thought.
"Believe it or not, he's been working with the bureaucrats trying to solve this. They just wanted to come in and nuke the place."
"Thank God for small favors."
"Until Giles pointed out that it may not work on all the big bads."
"Hurrah for Rupert." Now that made him ill to his stomach. They had wanted to wipe the slate clean. What bastards.
"He doesn't know any more than you do, probably less. You think it had something to do with that Jasmine chick?" She'd obviously heard.
Wesley ate more of his dinner while he thought about it. His life was full of coincidences at the moment. Too many. How could he separate them?
"Could be. Although there's no direct evidence. No prophesies to look at. I wish I had my books."
"So do I." Wesley looked at Faith and smiled. "Well, I do, Bookman. Might help us explain some of the weirdness around here."
"We'll just have to figure it out the old fashioned way."
"What? Beat it out of someone? Cuz, right about now, I could use a good tussle." So that's why Faith seemed so antsy. "Either that or the first available . . . " She stopped short and turned away.
So not only did his slayer need to kick some ass, she also needed to let out some tension. Same old Faith.
"Listen, I also have been havin' some weird ass dreams. Really gory. Lots of blood and stuff."
"Oh?" Now maybe they could get somewhere. Slayer dreams did sometimes lead somewhere.
"But here's the kicker, Wes. You are in every single one of them. Scares me."
"How so?" Was there some kind of problem they were going to come up against yet?
"Like, I was there watching, but not really there. Know what I mean."
"Not exactly."
"Been having any strange dreams lately?" Faith looked at him out of the corner of her eye, like she wanted to see his reaction, but not have him notice.
"Who wouldn't? Do you think maybe they're interconnected?"
"Hey, you're the watcher brain. But I'd say so. So interconnected that I'd say the same."
"Faith, that's impossible."
"Yup. Just like you coming across all three of us during a demon war. What are the odds?"
Wesley tried to take his glasses off, but then realized he didn't have them anymore. Laser surgery had fixed that problem. But the nervous habit still came up occasionally.
"What did I dream about last night then?"
TBC
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