A/N: Wesley is slightly out of charactor, (I think). He is not quite, and dark, he's a ticking timb bomb, yet only because Faith pushed him to be so.


"WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO TO YOU?" Screamed Faith at the top of her lungs at Wesley whom she had pinned up against a tomb in a graveyard. She reflected on what had happened the last few days.


It all started when Faith had come to school and like any other school day lately to push Wesley off to the edge. To get him to totally explode. She had to test his limits if she wanted to pay him back for lying to her. No one ever said Faith never holds a grudge cause she does. Yet when he came in her eyes nearly fell from her eyes. His hair slicked back, glasses at the end of his nose. And no...He wouldn't...w-was that? Tweed? An older man followed him inside the library.

"Hmm...Place couldn't do without a polish or so, yet it is a public high school, humph an American public high school." he was short and stout. With a mustache and Faith already declared she didn't like him.

"My father everyone." introduced Wesley. All of the scoobies whom were all lounging around in the library in AM homeroom like usual looked as if their own eyeballs would fall from their sockets.

"What the blood hell?" asked Giles coming from his inner office seeing Wesley he dropped his teacup.


Faith had never seen Wesley like this he was so...non-wesleyish. He was clumsy, and a snob and his father wasn't much better either. Constantly hypocrisy Wesley, non-stop. Nothing was good enough for him. Faith had never seen Wesley so scared...so insecure with himself and his surroundings. Yet Faith wasn't going to take this lying down. The fist moment he got there Faith remembered clearly what had happened.

"Well well Senior Tweeding." she would grin. Roger would merely glare at Faith.

"Wesley, I've seen you have yet to discipline your slayer."

"Oh he disciplines me. All the time." she said winking at Wesley. Wesley looked as if he was about to choke her.

"Faith, maybe you could stop being ignorant and go to your studies." yet his voice way snooty and it was more of a command then anything.

"Class? Why go to class? I can stay here and make fun of you all day."


And it went on like that for 3 days. Faith would insult Roger, and Roger would snipe at Wesley, then Wesley would glare at Faith.

"Wesley, bloody hell don't you see it's clearly Latin not Romanian! Even Mr. Giles or even Faith could see that!" Roger yelled.

"Yes sir, sorry, just a bit nervous with you reading over my shoulder." he mumbled.

"Humph, a watcher should work better under pressure."

"Sorry sir." he repeated.

"And could you stop saying you're sorry? Just fix it! And don't screw up next time. God you are so incompetent!"

"Sorry-I mean I-I-"

"You stupid stupid boy." Roger yelled. Unknown to him Faith was watching from behind the stacks. The Wesley she knew would never let someone even thinks about saying stuff like that about him.

"Sir, could you please get me that book over there?" asked Wesley politely.

"Fool boy! Watchers shouldn't need books! They should have this memorized! It's clearly a case of Meria demons! All the clues link together! Think boy think!" yelled Roger, another time in the library, while they were researching the freak of the week.

Faith made a fist at her side. This isn't the Wesley she knew. Why the hell was he acting like a wimp?


"Faith could you please go on patrol?" asked Wesley one evening.

"Patrol? Ummm no." Roger glared at Wesley.

"Please" repeated Wesley sternly.

"No" she replied.

"Faith, as asuperior watcher I command you to go patrolling." huffed Roger.

"Uuuh from you? No way."

"Wesley! Has the academy taught you nothing? This slayer is a rebel, and doesn't follow the rules. If I held the power within myself I would bring her back to England to be discipline!" Faith grinned and winked.

"Yeh Wes, discipline me." Wesley's eyes went extremely wide.

"Could you please go patrolling." Wesley muttered nervously, as Roger's eyes were merely daggers.

"Ok, but only if you promise to discipline me later." she winked and left him.


"Well I must say Wesley this visit hasn't been a pleasant one," said Roger all huffy like on his last day.

"Yes, Wesley is hasn't been a pleasant one at all." mocked Faith.

"You are to green, I believe I might make a request for the council to withdraw you from your station." Wesley's eyes remained on the floor. "You are incapable of controlling your slayers, and from what I have seen accomplished nothing! You better start making results or I will withdraw you even if it means causing dishonor to our family name." and with that Roger Wyndam-Pryce turned on his heels and left the pair. Once he was gone Wesley slammed Faith up against the cage in the library making it shake with his strength.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?"

"What the hell I was doing?" she asked pushing him back up against the counter. "What the hell were you doing?" she asked him pinning his arms above his head.

"Making sure my father doesn't reveal my secret to the council!" he yells hitting her in the gut with his knee making her loosen her grip.

"What secret?"

"That I am not that person anymore," he yelled to her. "I am not that wimp who would crawl under the table!"

"Why the hell do you care?" she screamed back. Anger was rising, as was the heat in the room. The tension was incredibly tense.

"I don't care what they think, but if they did find out they would take me back to England." he growled.

"Why the hell do you work for the council if you hate it so much?" yelled Faith.

"Because I have nowhere else to go god dam it!" he yelled back at her looking at her dead in eye. "I was trained and raised for one thing. A watcher. And without that I am nothing." he then turned his back on Faith yet before he could walk even a step Faith took a step forward and said something as if just realizing it.

"Did he hurt you?" asked Faith, calmly and curiously. Next thing she knew she was on the ground because Wesley had punched her so hard her nose was bleeding, yet it was already starting to heal thank god she was a slayer.

"That is none your business." he said it in a low husk voice and instantly. He had removed his glasses and his eyes were like daggers piercing Faith's soul. Yet she wasn't afraid of him. She wasn't afraid of anything. She walked right up to him and he didn't even wince. She merely threw her own punch sending him to the ground then walked away.