"Hey does anyone else notice something odd about Cordy and Wesley lately?" asked Gunn as he leaned against the office desk.
"No why?" asked Angel.
"Well I mean, the pair come here every morning really early, hide away on the top floor of the hotel, come down spend the day with us, and they take turns going upstairs."
"Why don't you go check it out?" asked Angel, not really carrying for he was too preoccupied with his book.
"Dam straight I will." Gunn replied as he quickly left the office and headed upstairs.
Gunn could just hear the "Jaws" music playing in his head. His muscles tensed, he was ready for anything. Yet as he opened the door to the top floor he realized how very wrong he was.
The top floor was a giant big open space. No rooms, no nothing. All the walls were knock down a while ago because before the hotel was closed they were going to relevant it, yet they never got around to it.
There on the top floor sat Cordelia against the wall watching Wesley who was walking perfectly, instructing a dog to sit.
"OH SHIT!" yelled Gunn.
"No!" yelled Gunn.
"Come on Charles please!"
"You guys have been keeping him for how long?"
"A week" sighed Wesley.
"How has he been going outside?"
"We let him out on a roof every once and a while." Cordelia said defensively.
"Guys are you kiddin? Angel will go wack!"
"Gunn, please he hasn't been any trouble."
"Since when are you a dog lover?" he asked arching a brow. Cordelia giggled. "What?"
"Since he ran into Virginia," she giggled.
"What?"
"I was at the pet store, first day we got him. I ran into Virginia. Nothing else." Gunn sighed deeply as he got on one knee and petted the dog.
"So what's his name?" Cordelia squealed and hugged Gunn tightly.
"So you and Virginia English? How it goin?"
"No, we just bumped into each other. Cordelia sent me out to get some supplies, I saw her, ran for cover, took a training lesson with Zev, yet I eventually did run into her at the toy aisle."
"Well what ya say?" asked Gunn as the pair sat up in the top room late at night, Cordelia had gone home after a recent vision, and they had just killed the big bad. They were both exhausted and as was Zev whose head was lying in Gunn's lap.
"I asked if the small ball of fluff in her arms was a new toy for Whiskers, her cat. Turns out the small ball of fluff were her new dog. Whiskers hasn't been the same since I left."
"Her cat liked you?"
"Liked me? That cat adored me! Well, I mean as much as ones cat loves ones favorite scratching post I suppose." Wesley chuckled.
"That bad huh?" laughed Gunn.
"I still have the scars to prove it." chuckled Wesley as he gently stroke Zev.
"What else did she ask you?"
"If I would like to go out for coffee."
"And?"
"Turned her down, only day she was free was the day we were planning on going to that Lakers game." Wesley mumbled his eyes casted on to the sleeping Zev.
"So you turned down a girl for me?"
"Yes, I suppose so." he mumbled.
"Dam English, I mean this is Virginia you shouldn't o-"
"Our friendship is more important to me then some girl Charles." he replied looking up at him dead in the eye. Gunn merely grinned as he went back to petting Zev softly.
Zev whom had been awake smiled softly listening to their conversation.
"So what this isn't suppose to happen?" asked Justine watching from the balcony.
"No, this wasn't. The pair was supposed to be split apart; Wesley was supposed to become more of a loner after he became the boss. Then that Winifred girl is suppose to totally split them in to. No, I am afraid my dog is changing the events of the world...to his own personal liking." mumbled Holtz.