Tittle: Lies my Friend told Me

Subject: Angel

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the charactors from the shows "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or "Angel" because if I did we would of have had a crossover episode in the end, to show how much ALL of the charactors have grown and changed (espeacilly point out the fact Wesley got REALLY hot)

Author: Eulewritter (eule means owl in german )

Pairing: Wes/Other, and small Wes/Fred

Summary: Wesley has a secret life he has told no one about. Yet after 7 years after the death of the people who taught him how to love he lose's control. Finally facing his past Wesley tries to keep it a secret from his friends because if they ever found out, they would never look at Wesley the same way again. Plus when Wesley does find out there alive will he be able to save them? Or will he only live to fail his brothers, sister, slayer, best friend, daughter, and faiance' once more?

Emma Wattson awoke suddenly her green eyes shooting open. Her eyes seemed wide in both shock and fear for what ever the young 17 year old had just been dreaming about. Her long chestnut brown hair that was in a simple braid that went down to her waist was messy from the constant tossing and turning she had been doing in her sleep. Her usual Italian olive skin was covered in beads of sweat and was an extremely pale color. She was grasping onto the newly cleaned bleached white sheets tightly. Her knuckles going white, and her eyes where almost beat red. Yet she only murmured one name after this rude awakening from this obviously horrible nightmare. A name that at one point of her life was the most treasured person she had ever known. Her mentor, her coach, he teacher, and even her watcher. And she murdered his name breathlessly.

"Wesley"

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce awoke with quite a rude start as well. Yet it was not because of a dream yet more of a feeling. A feeling or a notion that something wasn't quite right. Yet nothing in his world has been right in years. Yet especially the last few weeks. Ever since they had accepted the offer for Wolferman and Hart he hadn't been sleeping well lately. Even if they hadn't exactly started working there yet he still hasn't been sleeping well at all. The "team" had been moving all of the files, notes, and other documents and supplies the had from the hotel to his place where it has been put under more spells then Wesley thought where necessary yet Angel insisted on it. Yet he had awoken not in his own bed yet on the couch in the Hyperion where he must of dozed off. It was incredibly late, no well more like incredibly early. Around five AM. Yawning he stretched slightly and rubbed his temples because of a massive hangover. He had stopped drinking for a bit when the whole beast event occured because he had to work, and soon became addicted to coffee. Yet with all that was going on, getting drunk seemed like the best thing to do...at the time. Yet he still had this nagging feeling in his gut that something was off. Like when you enter a room with 2 people you can tell if they had just been fighting a moment before because of the tension. Or his natural instinct to now if a demon is close by or far off. Though not as great as Angel's instincts, when he first started working with AI Cordelia would always tense up when he would trusting his "nerdy stupid" instincts.

The thought of Cordy made Wesley's heart drop slightly. She had been his best friend, and his one true loyal friend. Yet over the last year of so she had been acting odd. And then just suddenly going into this coma. It hurt him, to not be able to have a fight with her, or to not be able to poke fun at her. Yet when it came right down to it, to care for her not as a best friend yet as a sister. Then as his mind wandered to the word sister again his heart clenched. Sighing deeply he placed his hand down the collar of his shirt to retrieve a dog tag that was around his neck and hidden by his loose short sleeve black t-shirt. He slipped it off his neck so he could hold it in his hands without staring his bright blue eyes. He looked at the dog tag thoughtfully, his eyes softening as he opened it up. Revealing it was like a locket of some sort. In it had two pictures. One of was he and 3 other people.

The tallest boy in the picture who seemed the oldest (When in fact he wasn't) stood behind Wesley and the 2 other children sitting on the top of a picnic table. A boy and a young girl sat on the bench while Wes was sitting next to the tall boy on the top. The tallest boy had jet-black hair, long in fact. It was tied back in a ponytail.

The other boy who was sitting on the bench seemed to be about 11 years of age. His hair was a reddish brownish color yet more on the reddish side. His where like the other 3 children a brilliant amazing blue color. His hair was buzz cut, and he had a pair of goggles around his neck because when the picture had been taken he had just gotten back from swim meat.

The youngest child in the picture was the girl. She unlike the other had bold red hair in two pigtails. She was wearing blue overalls and a white t-shirt under it. Glass's where on her nose and she wore a dark blue baseball cap backwards so you could not see the symbol that was on the front.

Wesley in the picture did not look like anything one would think he looked like in his past. He was young, in his early 20's to be in fact, or his late teens. You could see his hair was even a slightly red color yet only a bit because he wore a Yankee's baseball cap. On the rim of the baseball cap where his glass's. One of his ears had a small gold hoop earring as well which if anyone but Wesley had seen the picture they wouldn't believe it was he. In the picture he wore loose jeans and a gray hoodie, his hair wet from the swim meet he to had just come from. He had swum in the adult relay race. They don't count in the meets for points yet are always really fun. He seemed so much younger and in general, he seem so much more...happy. As this young age Wes's body was much like it was now. Well toned and muscular. Not like the skinny wimpy person everyone thought that he would be. No for no one knew the truth. Of how he as a child didn't had a stick up his arse. Yet after the event.... of how he had returned to England and they stuck the stick back up there and tighter this time as well. He traced the faces of the four children repeating their name's as he did.

"Wilfred." he murmured tracing the tallest boys face. "William" he said tracing the swimmers face, "Wendy" he said breathlessly as he traced the little girls face. "Me" he said finally coming to his own young healthy happy face. He sighed deeply as he then looked at the other picture.

It was of two girls, obviously sisters. The older one the same age as Wesley in the other picture (late teens and early 20's.) Long chestnut brown hair that reached half way down her back. Her eyes where a brilliant bright amazing green color that he swore till this day that no one has ever been able to compare to her eyes. Her smile was sweet and she just had this gentleness about her. Like when you see a kindergarten teacher you can just see it in their eyes their tenderness and patients about life in general. In between her legs was a girl who was again obviously her sister. Short chestnut browns her eyes like her sisters. She wore softball outfit a red uniform. The older girl wore jeans and a light purple short sleeve t-shirt slightly tight. Both pictures where taken during most likely the summer because of rich moistures green color. The sky a clear pale blue color. He smiled to himself softly staring at the picture of the two girls, nothing but love and caring in his eyes.

"I miss you." he thought to himself.

"Wesley?" whispered a voice. Suddenly he closed the locket and placed it around his neck in one motion. His eyes became much like they had been the last year. His eyes became this dark blue empty void. Showing no fear, no pain, no love...no emotion what so ever. His face became stone like. His appearance changed just in time for Winerfred Burkle to walk out of the office. "You drift off to?" she yawned. He merely nodded.

It worried Fred slightly. Even if the last year had been tuff, and Wesley had become quite cold. Ever since they had taken over the firm he has become a stone though. Before it was just cold, mean and harsh. Yet now...he was just a shell. He was nothing, just a person who walked through life. Like a ghost. "You ok?"

"Yes" he responded in one word. He had been doing that a lot lately. It was hard to get a sentence out of him much less 2 words.

"Are you sure? You seem kind of distant lately."

"I'm fine," he said picking up a book he had fallen asleep reading, grabbed his keys and left the old hotel and the ex-physicist.