Tittle: Lies My Father Told Me
Rating: PG-13
Author: Euley
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. They belong to Joss Whendon
Summary: 3 months after the death of his half-sister Wesley is put into the hospital because of liver disease. Now it's a race against the clock, because the family he was never suppose to have has to reunite or Wesley will die. Plus what happens when the man Wesley had called "father" wasn't his father at all? And what happens when his own child comes back into play.
Authors Note: The first three chapters, are for those who haven't read the others stories. I high suggest you do because you'll get a more detailed understanding of what is going on. Yet it is not requird because of the long Prolouge I am doing.
Authors Note II: If I left any loose ends, or holes, or you think I left something out tha you think is important please pose it in the review section.
Authors Note III: Please Read and Reveiw
Prolouge
3 months since it happened...3 months since Gabriel Morgan Wyndam-Pryce's death. And all her half-brother could think about was her, and if the next shot of whiskey would bring him over the edge.
Wesley as a young man was not a snob, nor was he an official watcher. Running away at the age of 18 he changed his name trying to hide from his parents and according to them his "inevitable destiny". Changing his name to Matthew Pryce he joined the Royal Marine's in hopes of staying hidden from his parents. It was there he lost all of his snob ness and became a solid and quite young man. He gained friends, and the nickname Wolf. Which was a nickname only given to few men, who are "the perfect solider". He picked up his first gun in the Marine's, countless hours of shooting practice at night, even if it was against regulation. Yet while he was in Iraq, doing some Post Cold War observation top secret he died. Literally, in an explosion. Yet of course it was only for a moment. Everyone thinking he was dead they left his body there. It was then he used that as his escape.
He traveled the world, for the next year and a half. From Rome, to Sicily, to Venice, to Paris, he stopped by Japan, and even Hong Kong, picking up some very useful fighting tips while he was there. He was starting his travels in the states when it happened. He was on his way to Miami from New York City when he noticed he was low on cash and low on gas. So he decided to stop in a small town called Pinegreen Virginia. His plan was to get some quick cash as a waiter or play his guitar at the local coffee shop for a while then be right back on the road once more to Florida.
He was sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper when he first met Wren Oak's. He had heart grunts and small moans of annoyances and frustration. Looking up he saw an African American man trying to make a basket.
"Bend your knees more." he merely said.
"Think you can do better British?" asked the African American man, barely out of high school. Wesley, or Matthew as he was called then merely got up, walked over, bounced the ball once, and made the shot without any effort.
"I think the term you Americans use is "swoosh?"
That's when it all really started. The pair became fast friends and played basketball until dark. Then when they were leaving the court, laughing and joking they ran into a bunch of vampires. They fought as if they had known each other for years, able to predict the others moves and use that to their advantage.
Afterwards as a Diner, Wren talked to Matthew about a job.
"Are you any good with kids?"
Matthew Pryce was actually great with kids as it turned out. He was a first grade substitute, for a week while they tried to find a more permeate sub because the real teacher was having a baby. He met someone he immediately started to like. Emma Wattson. A cocky, fiery little first grader who always spoke her mind. Matthew had gone to her house one day after she had a breakdown, because of the anniversary of her parents death when he met the woman of his dreams. He had walked into thier home when someone fell from the balcony of the stairs, and he had caught her.
Her hair was messy and oily, chestnut brown hair everywhere. Her skin was pale, and her bright amazing soul searching green eyes where puffy and red. Till this day Wesley had never seen anyone with eyes like a Wattson girl. She wore a dirty old fading pink bathrobe and sweats under that. Wesley Matthew Wyndam-Pryce had never seen a creature more beautiful.
It turns out she was Elizabeth Wattson, Liz for short and was Emma's older sister, and her guardian. And she had telekinesis and couldn't control it. He became her instant coach, coming over the Wattson household on a daily basis, and became quite close with both Wattson girls. Plus he got two new students. One was RJ Oaks, Wren's little brother.
Then Luke Pryce. Normally he would of passed it off if someone had the same last name as him because Pryce was like Smith. Yet this boy...dark reddish brownish hair, and his eyes. An amazing piercing blue color. Yet Matt didn't say anything. He was able to make it through the class...he was able to make it through the day...he was able to make it to his jeep...he was able to make it to the apartment building...he was able to make it to Apartment 21 yet when that door opened he saw 3 people. He knew right then and there by the connection he felt with them that they where his siblings. He remembered what they looked like perfectly, because it was the last thing he would ever see.
Matthew Pryce awoke in the hospital bed, knowing already he was blind. He was told in his vision from the gods. Of his destiny...of who he really was.
"Matt?" said a voice. It was Luke's. The tiny first grader he had met earlier that same day.
"William." he spoke calmly. That was his real name...he was just like him. Running away from his family, and took his own middle name and changed his last.
"Brother." spoke a deeper voice. It was the older boy, whom he had last seen. He must have been 16 or so. His accent slightly Jamaican because he must of been raised in the tropics.
"Wilfred." he again spoke calmly.
"It's Mark." he spoke coldly towards his older brother.
"MATTIE!" yelled little Wendy Joni Wydham Pryce as she jumped onto the hospital bed. She was no more then 4. "You snore in your sleep." she said simple.
What would someone say in a moment like this? 4 complete strangers separated by their bastard of a father at birth because of some stupid legend and scattered throughout the world. The eldest who now had custody of the other 3 is now blind. When all of them are destined to something so much bigger then they are. What would someone say?
"So...can I have a pony?" asked Joni breaking the tension in the room. All 3 of the older boys started cracking up hysterically at this random comment.
During his third week in Pingreen Virginia, it was Christmas. He never saw his first Christmas at Pingreen yet he heard it. All the laughter's from Luke, Joni, and Mark. He remembers standing off to the side of his apartment, sunglasses off. His eyes having a sort of white sheet around them yet he could hear them, he could feel them. His connection to his brothers and sister didn't surprise him because of his dream.
The funny thing is looking back Wesley doesn't even remember the dream. He just remembered what ever happened in his dream it gave him the strength and the courage to move on. Yet the odd thing was all 4 of the Pryce siblings got another special gift that Christmas. The doorbell to Matt's small apartment rang he opened it and didn't feel anyone's presences and no one said anything. He heard a bark and he tilted his head down and placed his hands on top of whatever made the noise. It was a furry dog, or wolf even by it's ears and as he felt his jaw. It was a wolf all right. Around his neck was a collar, and it had a leash, that was two poles that went out and had one bar connecting it. He knew what this was, his guide. From the gods. His guide dog...and his guide into what ever he was destined to do. He remembers that wolf and his sibling's happiness when first meeting it. It was like getting a puppy, because from what his brother told him he was sort of small. Also from his brothers and sister he heard it was jet-black in color yet had bright blue eyes. They all agreed on a name...Shadow. Also according to his siblings around his neck had 4 pendants. They each took it off the wolf's neck each knowing exactly which one was theirs.
Matthew got the wolf
Mark got the panther
Luke got the hawk
Joni got the vixen
A lot had happened during his first year at Pinegreen. The main one is Emma becoming a slayer Matt had immediately told Liz, and Wren who kept her powers under control yet all 3 knew never to let the little girl go patrolling. Another thing that happened was Matt and his sibling's was powers. Each controlling their own special ability.
Mark, had gotten incredible strength, and had become telekinetic.
Luke, had gotten the power to call create and control fire, and lighting at his will
Joni, the youngest had the power to call create and control wind and water which caused a lot of hectic ness around Matt's small apartment.
So with a loan from the bank they moved into 2-story house. Then taking night classes at the local community collage to get his teacher degree so he could get paid more, them getting a second job at a law firm. They needed a sectary, and he would work on weekends. Yet only the weekends.
Yet he always seemed to find time, even though little to visit the Watson's. Liz had become a good friend, and his affection for Emma had only grown. Emma and Luke where in fact best friends. Constantly talking about X-men, and Spiderman. Fighting over Marvel and DC comic books. They'd play checkers, and sometimes go fishing if their older brother and sister let them. Along with RJ Oaks whom was there other best friend they got the nickname "Rugrats" from the town, and the trio where never separated.
Matthew never knew his powers not until the end of the first year. It was a giant battle against this thing that was almost unstoppable. They had called the unstoppable thing "The Demon". Even with Wren, Mark, and Liz's help. They became so desperate for help that Emma, Luke, and Joni had come to help them. Yet it was in fact DJ who saved the day. Grabbing Matt's wolf pendant and throwing it to him. The fact was Matt had no clue what his powers where. Yet it was then and there he realized what it was. Black dark energy was his gift. All his hatred towards the demon was focused into a ball in which he threw at the demon before hitting the ground and going unconscious.
When he awoke he and Elizabeth finally confessed thier feelings for each other, and Matthew got his sight back because he realized the truth, the gods gave him back his sight because he saw the truth that Liz was in fact an Angel.
His second year of Pinegreen was the most happy year of his life, he started teaching English at Pinegreen High, after getting his teaching degree. Liz and he was happily dating, he was a swim coach over the summer with Wren and it was like the "little giants". A hopeless team, became champions with a leading player (Luke) and great coaches. He had never been so happy as he was in that second year of Pinegreen. Yet the third and final year...things started to get messy.
The third year...started off with a small mistake. Liz was pregnant and it was Matthew's child. Liz was so scared, yet Matt merely held her. They had been dating for a while. So, with Liz's stomach ever growing other things started to change to. Emma and Luke for one thing. They weren't little babies anymore. Emma had started going out on patrol. Of course she had an entire army with her. 4 god siblings, an angel, sons of a slayer, and her best friend (DD) where always with her on patrols. Next Mark, was being a teenager. A wicked hard to control teenager. Now not having to be an adult anymore he didn't have to be as responsible and in some ways it was good, others it was bad.
On Wren's 21 birthdays DD had to return to her father in LA. DD was his goddaughter and also his charge. He had taken care of her, and everyone adored her. She was quite, and shy unlike everyone else. She and Joni being so close in age where best friends. Heartbroken and missing his precious goddaughter who's bastard of a father finally deciding to give a dam he had become slightly cold. Got a new girlfriend whom hated RJ, and even made Wren neglect his little brother who soon started basically living at the Pryce's household.
Things where starting to fall apart in the town of Pinegreen Virginia. Everyone in the group started to bicker with one each other, even Matt found himself snapping at Liz every once and a while yet would immediately afterwards apologies. Yet when baby Wilona was born Matt found a light at the end of the tunnel. Matt asked Liz to marry him that night, confessing it wasn't just for the baby yet he had been planning on doing it since the moment he had met her.
Yet the bickering after the baby was born only worsened. It came to the point in which no one was talking to each other. The last night all of them where together he had brought them together for an announcement. His father had told him to come back to him in England because he had found him. Then he went off to the side and told Liz something...his real name. She exploded in complete anger.
"I HATE YOU! YOU LIED TO ME AFTER ALL THIS TIME! GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT!" she screamed as she threw a picture frame at him which only hit the closed door. Years after Wesley will still be hitting himself mentally for lying to her. She had always hated it when he was 100 honest. Even if it was to spare her feelings.
Everyone also hated Matthew in the end because of the phone call.
He went to England and lied to his father telling him he had lost all of his memory after an accident on his eighteenth birthday and had only gotten it when he saw his father's handwriting. For some odd reason his father believed him. Yet suddenly the house phone rang. It was Pinegreen hospital. There had been and accident...and no survivors except for Liz, who was in coma yet would never wake-up. It was then Matthew turned his name back to Wesley. It was then Matthew acted as if that life had never happened. It was then that he started being a snob, knowing that's how he would of acted if he had never left England in the first place. Those 3 years where like a vivid dream. For he hadn't brought anything with him except the cloths on his back, and his wallet which he burned right after the event along with the cloths he had worn. He threw his earring into the furnace as well. Hell he didn't even have his wolf pendant, which he had left, back at home-Pingegreen-that place. The only thing he kept was a locket given to him on Christmas. One because he wouldn't learn how the hell to take it off for about 4 more years, and two...he needed it to remind him that no matter what. One point in his life he was happy.
Wesley took another shot of whiskey...that's only half the story...that's only half of what really happened.
