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So pressed, so neat, just so ... useless. What am I supposed to do with you, Wesley?
He was too prissy to screw. And she didn't need to test Wesley or push him, like she usually did with people. Like she did her old, dead watcher. Faith pushed her for months. She wasn't even done when the watcher died on her. So maybe she was done - the lady failed.
Faith didn't need to test Wesley - he wasn't sound. He was a rickety chair with no seat and a broken leg. He was a car with the hood up and the engine gone. Frayed length of rope left too long out in the sun. A useless thing that any fool could see wasn't to be depended on. He wouldn't hold up.
Giles might have, but he was taken. All Buffy's. Even though they were supposed to share Wesley, like there was enough to go around even for one of them.
Wesley was a roof that started dripping as soon as the rain started, a tire with a hole in it, a slow leak, a broken zipper. Another of life's screw ups. Another thing Buffy didn't have to put up with. Buffy had new clothes, money in the bank, a spare room, a nice car, and a backup watcher waiting in the wings. A real watcher. Someone she could test.
And when it came down to it, Giles didn't even have to hear from Buffy and he believed her. Before Buffy even opened her mouth, Rupert decided that what she hadn't even said was the truth and nothing but. Faith was a liar. He failed too.
The end