It had been a week, and Wesley had been spending his last 7 weeks doing what he needed to do. Get better. Spending countless hours swimming, and relearning how to surf. He wasn't an expert yet he knew how to ride small waves, because Mark taught him. Mark grew up in the tropics and could really surf. Especially his last vacation is when he taught him a few things. And it least for a week every summer he would go with his family to Virginia Beach and just has a vacation. Yet sometimes he and Mark would go by themselves. The elder Pryce brothers, and Mark would teach him how to surf while Matt taught him how to play the guitar.
Wesley glanced at his thumbs as he sat out on his board that just floated in the waves. They no longer contained calluses from his countless hours of playing in the summer when he wasn't working. It was something he had picked up in Italy when he was traveling. Never really stopped, and worse comes to worse and he had been really hungry he would play for a few bucks. He hadn't picked up a guitar in 7 years and he wasn't quite sure if he was ready to. Music was just to close to her...it was just to close to Liz and Emma. He uses to sing Emma to sleep all the time with a song he himself had written for her. Liz would always make him sing, and then make him teach her how to play the guitar.
"So I placed my finger here?" she asked him placing it on he third string as she started her lessons like she always did. Yet just like they always started the same they always ended it. Matt would come up behind her and place her finger in the right place wordlessly and keep his hand on top of hers and kiss her lightly on the neck, which she would give him, access to. Next he would tickle her sides and she would let go of the guitar and turn around a big smile on her face. Matt would stop tickling her and they would just lock eyes for a good minute or so. She would wrap her arms around his neck and the pair would just sway to invisible music their eyes just locked.
Wesley never shedded a tear as he sat there on the ocean waiting for a wave to ride, he loved her so much. God he loved her so much
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Angel entered the large mansion enjoying the sunlight. Fred, Lorne, and Charles Gunn behind him.
"Wesley?" he cried.
"You will not find him Master Angel," said Jeffery the butler.
"Where is he? Off reading on the beach?"
"No, I'm afraid he doing the quite opposite of reading Master Angel."
"Whats he doing?" asked Gunn curious what Wes would be doing bedside's reading.
"Master Wesley hasn't picked up a book since he had gotten here. Currently he is surfing out on the beach." and with that he left the speechless Fang Gang members to their own thoughts.
Wesley came into the mansion late that night, spending half his time surfing. Then his other time after changing into a pair of cargo pance and a loose green sweater just walking on the beach of the small island. The island was about 5 miles around and Wesley was in no rush so he took his time getting back to the mansion. He just...thought. After spending a week of just thinking, swimming, surfing, sleeping, and eating Wesley had figured out a lot of things, had asked a lot of what-ifs, and just...got better. Yet he wasn't ready for what was waiting for him as he entered the mansion. In the large family room, everyone sat there around the large big screen TV. They all looked at him in shock and for good reason to.
He was so much more tanner (not brown, just not as pale), a gold hoop in his ear, reddish brownish hair, and his eyes seemed to be accentuated for some odd reason. They seemed to stand out more. Then of course they had seen him in some casual wear yet not cargo pants and a sweater. His face shaven, and he just to them must of seemed so much younger.
"Well, well, well if it isn't our little fort Knox of secret talents?" asked Lorne in his Lornish way after a moment of shock.
"Yes well..." he laughed sort of nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"So surfing huh?" asked Angel crossing his arms not quite convinced. "And swimming? Since when did you become so-"?
"Watery?" asked Fred finishing the sentence. Wesley chuckled slightly.
"Always have been, you just never asked." he shrugged as he plopped down next to him.
"Your ear?" asked Gunn quite curious.
"I got drunk last year, got it pierced and just decided to keep It." he shrugged.
"So..." Angel said not sure what to say.
"Look Percy I'll say what Nancy-boy won't. Are you still wacko, walking time bomb?" said Spike voice behind him.
"Yes well...no I don't think I Am." he said laughing again once more nervously.
"So any other secret talents you wanna tell us Wes?" asked Gunn casually.
Yeh sure, I am an award winning teacher, can play the guitar, can sing, can write music, and when my family isn't about to die I can usually be a great big brother, fiancée, and father.
"Nope nothing I can think of." he smiled slightly.
"Really? From what I heard there are quite a few more secrets you should be telling." said a voice from behind them. They all turned and looked to see Cordelia Chase standing there a quirky grin on her face.
Luke, now going under his real name William, sat in a bar in Los Angela's taking another shot of whiskey. He had been waiting 10 years for this moment, 10 years for the son of a bitch to slip up and now he did. And now all he had to do is wait.
Cordy?" gasped Angel. She merely squealed in excitement as she ran and gave him a giant bear hug.
"W-what are you doing here?"
"This place is like a plane between heaven and earth." Wesley said casually. "Being in Comma means your dead just not exactly." he spoke as if seeing Cordelia was no big deal, yet on the inside he was crumbling.
"Yes, well you know all about people being in comma don't you Wesley?" she said raising an eyebrow. She struck a cord...what did she know? They where never suppose to know, they where never going to know. He will die with the secret that was Pinegreen Virginia. Yet something occurred to Liz be here? Yet he had to think about that later.
"What are you talking about Barbie?" asked Gunn yet a giant smile planted on is face.
"Nothing." said Wesley suddenly becoming stone once more. "She's talking about nothing." and with that he left them shocked. Maybe he wasn't better.
Wesley sat on the roof of the large mansion laying down staring at the stairs. Thinking about the possibility of Liz being here. Just to talk to her...just to tell her that he still and never will stop loving her.
"Hey" said a voice from behind him. He didn't move yet from her voice he could tell it was Cordy.
"Cordelia." he merely mumbled.
"So...." she said as she took a seat next to him, brining her knees up to her chest. "Whats up with you?"
"Don't play dumb Cordelia, you it least owe me that for those few years of friendship we had." he said coldly. There was just a silence in which the pair just sat there and stared at the stars.
"You can see her...you be with her...but only for a day." she said finally.
"Liz?" he said once more coldly.
"Yeh...I can bring you to her. She's in this dimension...she told me...and we have been watching you."
"W-what?"
"Here...there's a place you can watch the people you knew when you where alive...you can watch them. It's like a TV."
"So she's seen everything?" he said coldly, not so excited anymore to see Liz.
"Yeh...she's seen Lilah...she's seen you go to Sunnydale screw up...she's seen your exile."
"Wonderful." he said sarcastically.
"And she's seen you and she knows you better then I ever will...Wesley...it's your turn to see her." she whispered.
"Take me to her." he said coldly.
"You can only be with her for 24 hours, just like I can only be with you for 24 hours, it's part of the stupid rules on this plane." she said rolling her eyes. "She'll come to you tomorrow...you can spend it with her and I'll deal with the others." she merely cupped Wesley's cheek. "So this is our last time together until either you and I both die or I wake up." she kissed him on the cheek lightly in sign of simple sisterly affection. "I just wanted to you to know, no matter how many times you screw up, and how many people you lose...eventually you'll always have someone I hope you can consider a sister, who loves you." and with that she left him, yet not before he cried something that Cordelia will never forget.
"Cordelia?" she stopped and turned and for the first time in over a year she saw him smile. "I love you to."
Cordelia was good to her deal, and she told him to go about the day as if they weren't there and you'll find her. So Wesley did his 2-hour workout in the pool, yet was disappointed hoping to see her standing on the deck every time he does a flip turn. He then went to the side of the brick building and lied in the sun and went to sleep.
He awoke with a pair of warm hand cupping his cheek. Wesley's eyes fluttered open and there he saw something he never thought he'd see again.
Long brown hair that went down to the middle of her back. A white flower pinned in her hair. She wore a top of a white bikini and a pair of regular jeans. A pair of white flip-flops. Yet the thing that still to this day always captivated him was her green eye that seemed to glow on her own.
"Elizabeth." was all he could mutter breathlessly. She just stood there bending over, her eyes watering slightly just staring at him.
"Matthew." was all she muttered in her warm voice. The pair where just so shocked in actually seeing each other, they stood there for god knows how long a minute? And hour? Soon Wesley thought she would have to leave soon, yet he didn't want to move; yet then again he did. So he made the first move. He stood up, and she backed away slightly giving him room. She stared up at him with those big emerald green eyes. The top of her head reached his chin, just like it had 7 years ago. Tears were just gently falling down her pretty face yet she didn't make a noise. Wesley's hand shacked as he brought his hand to her face, cupping her cheek. She placed a hand on top of the hand that rested on her cheek. He wiped away a tear that ran down her cheek with his thumb.
"DAMM-IT!" yelled Emma as she left the firm after hearing they had all left on vacation and they don't know when they'll be back.
"Emma?" said a voice Emma found familiar. She turned to see Robin Wood standing there behind her. A boy about her own age next to him. They looked almost exactly alike except the other boy was younger. A girl Emma recognized as Faith, the other slayer stood right by them. She had watched Faith a few times a few years ago, because she always kept an eye on the other slayers.
"Wren?" she gasped talking to Robin Wood.
