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This is more of a Wesley and Faith conversation, I thought it was time I finally updated.

Which Calling

While Faith, or rather Tru, slept, Wesley thought about everything that had been going on lately. Everything was tense with everyone. The looks, the movements, the conversations and even just being around one another. Andrew had become a mock watcher, they no longer had all of the confidants of the Scooby team except for Willow and possibly Dawn. Awkwardness seemed to capture them all in its web of flow.

As for Faith…Wesley shifted as early morning rays flooded some areas of the room, one being the corner of the bed he had settled himself on with Faith at he side. He watched her for a while. She seemed so hard now. He smiled to himself. The girl had a job, an actual job, and a nice looking apartment. Spike had taken it upon himself to inform him on how she was doing on the walk and breaking and entering part of their stroll threw the city.

It surprised him a bit that she hadn't been so much of a cannon to him as she had been to Angel, as Spike described it. He shifted out of the bed and sat in a near by chair and straightened out his shirt and yawned.

Tru squirmed in her sleep and opened her eyes slightly glancing up at him. She blinked a few times while stretching her arms and belly. She glanced at him and gave a light smile. "Morning…" she glanced at the clock and squinted to see. 9:00.

She sat up and rolled her neck, one more hour till her weekend shift.

"Morning to you as well." The ex watcher smiled warmly. "Last night was a bit…" he searched for the words and snorted at Faiths response.

"Embarrassing?" she rubbed her eyes clear for vision and stretched yet once again.

"Why were you so hasty about getting Angel out of here last night?" Wesley cleared his throat after staring calmly.

"Wow, just get into now don't 'cha." She smirked and raised a hand to her heart. "No how ya doing or anything?" she smiled at him. 'There she is' thought Wesley as he smiled back.

"Is the 'how are you doing' really necessary?" he motioned to the room and just generally pointing at things that seemed valuable.

"I guess not."

"You didn't answer my question." He tried again.

"I really didn't."

"Faith…" he made an attempt at a whine.

"Wes," she shot back "and its Tru now."

"So ive heard." He scratched his chin and stared at her and wondered if he was going to get anywhere at all.

"Is that the only reason why you came?" she raised a brow. "to find out if I was being mean to the big guy on purpose?" Wesley smiled at her and leaned back in the chair hoping to imply that he, unlike Angel, was literally not leaving.

"No actually, I wanted to see how my slayer was doing." Tru looked surprised. "Did I actually catch Tru off guard?" Wesley tried for his own retort and smiled at the slayer gone domestic.

"Maybe just this once." Tru smiled that he resorted to calling her Tru now. She leaned back. Maybe she was a bit rash to kick the vampires out. She sighed. Seeing Angel again after the whole head trip thing was weird now. She kept it to herself that she did want a hug before she left with Willow.

Would she ever admit it? No. At least not yet she would. She hated that she finally got them out of her head and him especially after knowing she couldn't have him, and now they were back…out of the blue and like time hadn't done anything.

"Is he okay?" she asked as she looked up.

"He's a bit broody right now."

They sat in a comfortable silence on one part and awkward on the other. Wesley placidly searching her eyes while Tru avoided his and found the most interesting thing on the floor. It had carpet. 'Soft carpet to' She thought she would go mad inside her head if he didn't say anything soon. Suddenly her prayers were answered, although she thought she would have preferred to go mad.

"Did you ever think of what you would do if we came back into your life?" he put one hand behind his head and waited. Tru seemed to work this threw her head for a few moments. She looked defeated and restless, but oddly happy. She looked up at him and gave him a sheepish smile.

"I really hadn't thought that far." She admitted. He nodded and seemed to accept that answer…for now. "Uh, I have to start getting ready for work." She added. He blinked and stood up and hid his hands behind his back. "So maybe if you could," she trailed off and grinned slightly as the nodded again and turned to the door. "Thanks."

She got up and headed for the shower when Wesley's voice made her stop at the door handle.

"It would mean a lot to Angel, if you would at least talk to him." He lingered at the door way to her bedroom anxiously. Tru bit her lip and sighed.

"Just give me a few days to let it," she glanced at him. "Sink in." she watched him as he turned and closed the door behind him and heard the front door close.

"Great." She muttered under her breath. She picked up the phone and dialed Lindsay's number sucking in her breath expecting a lecture.

"Tru?" the sleepy voice said threw the earpiece. Tru smiled, at least she wasn't mad about last night.

"Hey Lind's, sorry bout last night, can you meet me at the morgue?"

Okay, wow that chapter kinda sucked. Ive been out of it, but oh well.

I need ideas for the next chapter, so comment please!

LaconicThought