The pair had continued talking well into the night, to the point where they were walking outside. Faith had to confess this guy was incredibly unreal, he didn't say a think about himself, and he acted as if he didn't want some. He was a little old for her taste yet hey any place is better then that dump called her motel room. Plus the hotness factor was not an issue with him.

"Shit!" she cried all of a sudden.

"What?" he merely asked.

"I was suppose to go out with a friend tonight," she merely said, when it was in fact Buffy she was supposed to go slaying with.

"Yes, well then I suppose you get to her," he said knowingly.

"Yeh, but-"

"Seya around." he merely said before taking a right on the next block and disappearing into the shadows.


The Slayer evolution...it still makes Wesley incredibly nervous. The fact that Travers has to come doesn't help the matter either. Buffy describes them as "Creepy with a capitol C." while Xander describes them as "creep with a capitol C, R, E, E, P, and a capitol Y." He stood at the start of the track stretching his legs slightly.

"Mr. Wyndam Pryce?" said one of the Travers in disbelief. "I must say when the council sent you they didn't know you had change-"

"Yes, well I'm still a watcher with a proper training." the tTravers had this thing about them. They could always make a person feel as if the temperature had dropped a few degrees. It was just as Buffy would say "their creepiness."

"So, where is your slayer?" asked another one other Travers.

"Right here." said Faith. Wesley turned to see Faith standing there obviously incredibly pissed off.

"Faith" he merely nodded.

"So sorry, but we must be going." said one of the Travers looking at his watch. "Just got a call from the council."

"Yes, very well. You will send the results to us Pryce?" asked the first Travers.

"Yes sir." Wesley merely nodded.

"Very well, on with your training." Faith and Wesley waited until the pair was out of site.

"I gotta say, I never thought you were the type."

"The watcher type?" asks Wesley as they walked towards the starting line.

"No, the biggest freakin asshole of a liar type." she said clearly pissed off.

"You know if you use that anger the right way...you just might win." he grinned and they raced off.

Faith was way ahead of him through the entire obstacle course. She would crawl under the barbwire fences, jump over what ever they put out there. Swing from ropes, and climb up walls. Yet Wesley was able to keep up with her slightly. Yet she stopped right before they hit the 200-meter all out sprint.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because I want to see your face when I kill you at this." And then they were off. She went slowly at first yet suddenly someone stuck a foot out and she tripped and fell to the hard ground. She looked up and saw Wesley already at the finish line.

"What the hell was that? You cheated?"

"When you slay Faith doesn't play games. Don't slay vampires for the kill, just like you shouldn't race me just to win. You should do it, because it's your duty and the right thing to do."

"Fine" she said standing up ignoring the slight sting from her cuts. "You don't want me to hold back on you then I won't." and with that she swung a punch at his head yet he ducked and swiveled under her and tackled her to the ground. She merely rolled over gaining the advantage. Yet they both stopped as she lied on top of him. Her breathing was heavy, as was his. Why the hell was her damm heart beating so fast? This guy was a freakin watcher! Not, the guys she usually likes. It must be hatred! She must hate him so muc-god his eyes are so blue. As if awakening from the trance, Faith got off of him.

"You punches are sloppy and your technique is bad. You use force, and play with your opponent when you should stake them."

"Well then why don't you teach me Mr. Obi-One Knowbi!" she yelled as she stood up. Wesley merely stood up and went right up to her face.

"Why the hell do you think I'm here?"


Wesley came home to his apartment late that night he had been spending most of his day fighting with Faith. Who would of known that girl could spit out comebacks like flies. Yet a familiar sense of security filled him as he came home. Yet unfortunately it left immediately remembering something else. She wasn't there. He rubbed his thumb along the edge of a frame that on the mantle above his fire place.

"Another day love, another day without you Fred." and with that he falls onto the couch and falls asleep.


The next day, Wesley was about to leave the library to go home once more. To have that familiar sense of security only to leave him immediately once he realizes she isn't there. Yet before he left, coffee cup at hand, Giles stopped him.

"Uhh Wesley, I forgot to tell you, your father called. Apparently he heard from the Travers you have well uuh...changed. He's flying in tomorrow." Wesley dropped the coffee cup in his hand, shattering it to a tiny million tiny piece's. That is exactly how he felt right now. Like his entire life was already old, and chipped, yet now…it was totally broken, for the man who hasn't seen his son in years is coming. And he has no clue how much he has changed.