The Defense
By The Shadower
Chapter One
Faith crouched in the rubble, trying not to breathe. It was difficult; the bullet wound hurt like hell, and there was emotional pain too. Because she'd seen Wesley. Seen his face, intense with confliction, among her pursuers.
And he had shot her. When he got the chance, he had shot her.
She'd known Wesley was a cop. She knew he'd been assigned to LA and that she might be seeing him soon. And she knew she'd hurt him, caused him unimaginable pain, but some small part of her had been hoping that he still cared enough about her to let her go. Apparently not.
So she crouched in the rubble and tried not to breathe, and listened to the pounding of feet and the sirens outside.
Angel tilted his head upwards and sniffed the air. Yes, Faith was nearby, somewhere. And she was afraid. He could smell that much.
He tried to ignore the complicated emotions brought on by the smell, but they surfaced anyway.
It was Faith. Faith! He was going to see her again, to see her soon.
When he had been forced into hiding, he had often thought of those he left behind. He might have expected to obsess over Buffy or Cordelia, but he was surprised when he found himself thinking so much about Faith. He would wonder how she was, where she was living now, and how she was dealing with the world.
There was a tenderness to these thoughts, one he had never felt before, and it scared him. He couldn't afford to get attached again, especially to a woman he hadn't seen in four years.
"Hey!"
Angel turned to see a cop, a uniform with blond hair, looking suspiciously at him.
"You aren't supposed to be here!"
In the old days Angel would have felt regret over what he was about to do. Now there was no time for regret.
Without another thought he rammed his hand into the cop's jaw. The cop fell, blood pouring from his mouth, making small sounds deep in his throat.
Angel looked down at him for a second, then turned back and started to follow Faith's scent.
AN: I know the plot isn't moving very fast here, I promise something major will happen next chapter. Thanks to all who reviewed, and thanks to Gemini-Moon1 and Akasha7 for keeping the AF pairing alive. Without them this never would have been written. I advise you to go read their work as soon as you can.
Reviews are appreciated, sorry I haven't responded to previous reviews individually, I barely had the time to write this and get it posted.
The Shadower
By The Shadower
Chapter One
Faith crouched in the rubble, trying not to breathe. It was difficult; the bullet wound hurt like hell, and there was emotional pain too. Because she'd seen Wesley. Seen his face, intense with confliction, among her pursuers.
And he had shot her. When he got the chance, he had shot her.
She'd known Wesley was a cop. She knew he'd been assigned to LA and that she might be seeing him soon. And she knew she'd hurt him, caused him unimaginable pain, but some small part of her had been hoping that he still cared enough about her to let her go. Apparently not.
So she crouched in the rubble and tried not to breathe, and listened to the pounding of feet and the sirens outside.
Angel tilted his head upwards and sniffed the air. Yes, Faith was nearby, somewhere. And she was afraid. He could smell that much.
He tried to ignore the complicated emotions brought on by the smell, but they surfaced anyway.
It was Faith. Faith! He was going to see her again, to see her soon.
When he had been forced into hiding, he had often thought of those he left behind. He might have expected to obsess over Buffy or Cordelia, but he was surprised when he found himself thinking so much about Faith. He would wonder how she was, where she was living now, and how she was dealing with the world.
There was a tenderness to these thoughts, one he had never felt before, and it scared him. He couldn't afford to get attached again, especially to a woman he hadn't seen in four years.
"Hey!"
Angel turned to see a cop, a uniform with blond hair, looking suspiciously at him.
"You aren't supposed to be here!"
In the old days Angel would have felt regret over what he was about to do. Now there was no time for regret.
Without another thought he rammed his hand into the cop's jaw. The cop fell, blood pouring from his mouth, making small sounds deep in his throat.
Angel looked down at him for a second, then turned back and started to follow Faith's scent.
AN: I know the plot isn't moving very fast here, I promise something major will happen next chapter. Thanks to all who reviewed, and thanks to Gemini-Moon1 and Akasha7 for keeping the AF pairing alive. Without them this never would have been written. I advise you to go read their work as soon as you can.
Reviews are appreciated, sorry I haven't responded to previous reviews individually, I barely had the time to write this and get it posted.
The Shadower