It was about 11 PM, and Wesley awoke with a start in his bed. He was at first afraid it was all a dream yet calm down seeing the sleeping figure in his arm. The pair both agreed 2 hours of sleep so that they had energy for the other 12 hours. She slept the same way she always did. On her side, her hand under her head and her body slightly curved.
"Elizabeth?" he whispered to the sleeping form in his arms still fully dressed, yet now wearing one of his t-shirts because she had gotten cold in just a bikini top.
"Hmm?" she murmured.
"Time to get up." he whispered. She turned to face him and looked at him dead in the eye her expression serious.
"Matt...We have to talk," she whispered.
"About what love?" he whispered back, the two full moons glowing on the pair through the open balcony doors, they seemed to accentuate her eyes.
"You." she whispered back.
"What about me?" he said a goofy grin still on his face.
"Wesley..." she said in a sort of plea and warning tone. There she did it again. Called him by his real name. So she wanted to have THAT talk. He didn't reply, he merely sat up and swung his feet over.
"I'm going to take a quick shower," he murmured, yet Liz grabbed his arm.
"Don't leave me...please."
Wesley features softened as he stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, and his fingers where laced with another. His head was looking down between his legs at the ground. "Matthew...what you did to me...all those lies...they where wrong...and I can and never will forgive you for doing that. And then...what you did to the others...it was barbaric..." she said crawling out of bed and sitting beside him. "But I can't hate you because you did it because you thought it was right. At first it was for yourself yet then...you lied to me because you had 3 others to look out for.... you always do what's right no matter the consequence." she whispered and for some odd reason she slid her finger on the side of his neck, as if a scar of some sort was suppose to be there. "That has and will never change."
"What has changed?"
"You...your heart...Wesley...you have experienced wonderful pure love from people that you loved just as much back. Only 1 out of 100 people can say that they have done that and mean it. Yet when it was taken away...you acted as if it never happened."
Wesley kept his eyes casted on the ground, ashamed that what she was saying is true. "Then when you thought that maybe their was a possibility that you had found a group of people that could give you that love again you opened your heart up...and then they slashed at you..."
"My exile." he whispered.
"Then you fought...and you fought...and then you would feel," she said dropping her voice at the end. Wesley shuttered ever so slightly...she knew about Lilah. "Then...7 years. After you have been through hell you locked your heart away...giving it up...you gave up Wesley...you gave up on love. And doing that you reminded yourself the first time you got hurt...and you lost control."
"Why are you telling me this?" he whispered.
"Because you missed them...you missed me...you missed who you where before..."
"I don't under-" yet she placed a finger on his lips.
"Shhh" she whispered before kissing him on the lips.
Emma went to the rooftop once more. Wearing her hair in a braid once more, yet she decided to change it so she died it black. She wore a black tank top and a tight pair of jeans. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it.
"Slayer" hissed Will's voice from behind her. She merely turned around slammed him up against the wall.
"I need something Will and I can only do it with your help." she hissed.
"And what's that slayer." he said even though she was choking him.
"Your brother dead!" she said coldly. A smile came to Will's lips as he nodded.
"As you wish, and what in this for me?" he asked coolly. Emma grinned seductively and arched a brow.
Wesley awoke with once more a sleeping Liz at his side; this time she was clinging to him as if she let go he would leave her. Yet he never would, as long as he could he would be with her. Yet then his mind drifted...the others where alive? Yet his thinking was interrupted by a knock on his door. Quickly slipping out of bed he pulled on a pair of boxers and stuck his head out in the hallway.
It was Gunn
"Wesley?" he asked
"Yes?"
"Look can we talk? Cordy just left an--"
"Not now Charles sort of busy." he said.
"This will only take a s-"
"Maybe later?" he said quickly.
"Yeh...sure..." said Gunn suspiciously.
Wesley locked the door and went over and shook Liz gently.
"Liz? Time to wake up."
"What time is it?" she muttered.
"8." he whispered extremely sadly.
"8!" she screamed as she shoots up. "That means we only have an hour before I -"
"Leave, I know." he said sadly.
"Come on," she said with a determined smile as she quickly got dressed and took his hand pulling him out of his room.
The pair went down to the beach, and it was just like their first summer together. Flirting, tossing sand, tickling, tackling to the ground, splashing, talking, and kissing. Yet the last 15 minutes they had left together Elizabeth stopped and grabbed him by the arm stopping the race they where having.
"What is it?" he asked curiously.
"We have to finish the discussion we had last night Wes..." Wesley remained silent. "I'm leaving Wesley. And you'll probably never see me again. If you do it probably won't be for years and years." she said as she placed her hand on his cheek.
"Why are you telling me this?" he whispered.
"Because Wesley it's true...and when you go back to earth...the people you once loved...most of them have turned evil...and you might have to kill them." she whispered.
"Liz I don't understand."
"And I won't be there to help you, and we both know you can't tell Angel or the others about us either. So you'll be by yourself."
"Elizabeth, why...why are you hurting me?"
"Because.... it's the only way you can get better Wesley. This trip hasn't gotten you better, it just has made you press down your past even more."
"What-"
"I'm leaving in total of 10 minutes." she interrupted him stepping closer tears forming in her eyes. "And all you can do is just stand there?"
"What do you want me to do damm it?" yelled Wesley in frustration.
"Cry..." she said stepping closer to him.
"What?" he asked confused.
"You lost everything Matt.you lost everything twice. I get you have to be strong but god damm-it...sometimes the strongest thing you can do is act weak." she whispered.
"I can't Liz," he whispered back.
"I see," she said sighing disappointedly. "Well you know it's getting late...I better go-" yet she was stopped short by someone grabbing her hand she turned and saw Wesley and he didn't have tears in his eyes yet he did have a strong glint of sadness. He pulled her towards him with a strong tug and she was kissing him passionately, it was 5 minutes now.
"You can't leave Liz-," he whispered after their kiss. "You can't, not when everything-"
"Shhh.I'm here now aren't I?" she said smiling repeating one of the first things he said to her.
"Liz please don't go," he pleaded.
"Shh baby, it's going to be ok." she said yet now tears where forming in her eyes. "Matthew." she whispered as he looked up at her straight in the eye. "I love you...I always have...and I always will." that is what hit the water bank is Wesley's system as tears did start to fall from his face.
"Liz please don't god I love you to, I love you so much," he said kissing her in between words as the tears fell. Suddenly something appeared in her hands. It was a key, she shoved it into his hands and in it a note. Yet Wesley wouldn't dare take his eyes off this woman for as long as he could.
"Go home Matt.go home and save our family," she whispered before Elizabeth Wattson kissed him once more, a kiss Wesley for the rest of his life will never forget. "I love you." Then she disappeared into thin air.
Wesley did cry, for a god hour or so, for everything. It was the first time had cried about anything that had to do with Pinegreen. He sat there on the beach tears falling from his blood shot eyes, yet he did not cry out loudly in fear of the others finding him. He just had to do this. Liz was right. It was like accepting the fact they where gone and now their back. He cried for god knows how long after that hour. Yet the sun was high when he came back into the mansion, fell upon his bed and cried him to sleep.
Wesley awoke knowing what day it was. They had 1 day left of vacation, and they would leave tomorrow morning. He knew what he had to do. What Liz would of wanted him to do, what everyone would of wanted him to do. He had to go back...he had to go back and be whom he really was. If not for him, then for the only chance he has for saving his family. His daughter, his slayer, his brothers, his sisters, his best friend, and his students.
