Authors Note: Sorry for not updating in like forever.
Sexual Tension continues to rise is all I'm saying. Please review, if I am doing something wrong please tell me. I enjoy being corrected, makes a person a better writer. ;D
A week went by and for Alexander Harris it was the oddest week ever. With Cordelia snipping at the scoobies more then usual, with her sudden interest in Wesley, and with Faiths sudden interest in school. Was this like some alternate dimension?
"Well well if it isn't the nerds convention." Cordy said coming into the library, extra venom in her voice.
"Well guys look who has graced us with her presents. The queen of the bitches."
"Ha funny Xander, unfortunately I am not here to see you. Where's Oh hotness?" she asked looking around.
"Who?" asked Buffy.
"Ya know, your watcher." she grinned her eyes going wide.
"Oh Buffy could you-" yet Wesley stopped when he saw Cordelia. "Uuuh Miss Chase."
"Oh hey Wes" she said taking a step forward, while Wes took a step back. "Hey I need help with some-"
'No" he said plainly.
"What?" asked Cordelia.
"No" he replied.
"You didn't even-"
"No"
"But I-"
"Nooo"
"Wes"
"N, O"
"Please I-"
"Na-ha"
"What about"
"Nay"
"Ok but-"
"Miss Chase. I'm not interested." Cordelia face went a shade of Maroon before turning around and leaving stomping her feet. She didn't just get turned down. Xander was there and she was made a fool of.
"Hey Faith ready to go slaying tonight?" asked Buffy at the library later that afternoon. Yet like anything lately Faith kept her eyes down and extremely quite. Buffy looked are her friend worried. "You ok Faith?"
"Umm maybe you should go hang with Willow or somethin B. I mean ya sort of been ignoring her and all." Buffy realized what Faith says is true, but also that Faith isn't doing so well. Yet she decides what she needs right now it to be alone. Once Buffy left the library, Wesley entered it from the office.
"Oh, I didn't realize anyone was here." he replied nervously looking up from a book he was reading.
"Yes, ya know I'm leaving anyways." she replied getting up.
"Faith wait." Wesley sighed deeply grabbing her wrist. Faith couldn't help but feel the extreme intense electricity his touch made her feel. She winced and Wesley quickly let her go.
"Sorry, I-I..." he merely looked down at the ground.
"Stop it." Faith merely said turning around and looking at him straight in the eye. Wesley moved back a few steps because of her extreme closeness.
"What?"
"I know what your doing. You are ashamed of who you are that's why you were lying to your dad."
"I am not a-"
"Your afraid that you are becoming him. That's why you hide, your lying to yourself Wes!" she said raising her voice towards the end. "When you are done doing that, then call me. Maybe then I'll listen to you." and with that she left him.
Lighting flashed, and thunder rolled. Faith hadn't seen such a storm in quite a long time. The humidity was thick, and the only light she had in her tiny motel was a flashlight. With it she was just skimming through some magazine, and for some reason she had never felt more alone in her life then she did at the moment. Her hair in a ponytail, and considering she wasn't expecting to go out for the evening she decided not to wear the usual, tight cloths. Instead she wore a maroon colored spaghetti string tank top, and sweat pants that read "REDSOX" on the back and no make-up. Suddenly she heard a panic knock on her door. It repeated itself several time while she quickly got up and opened the door. Someone ran into her room, and closed the door before leaning against it and sliding to the ground breathing heavily. Using the flashlight still in her hand she pointed it at the being.
"Wesley?" she asked in disbelief. He held a black eye, and blood dripping from his forehead. His breathing was heavy and he took a breath between each word.
"I-didn't-know-where else-to-go."
"Oh my god, come on." she said wrapping his arm around her neck as she used her slayer strength to get him up on to her bed. Putting the flashlight onto the bed she sat next to him, only the dim glow from the street sign that was somehow still miraculous on was the only light she had. Faith could see the general shape of him, yet none of his features.
"What happened Wesley?" asked Faith concerned. Suddenly lighting flashed and she saw it. Black eye, blood on his face, his t-shirt ripped and it looked almost like claw marks or something, because there were tons of cuts throughout his chest. Some deeper then others. Yet Faith only saw it for a moment yet that was all she needed to see. "Your father" she whispered.
"I-I confronted him. He hit me; I fought him off yet he had friends. Said I needed discipline...he was dead drunk...that's when he does the worst damage. Usually he would-" yet he stopped.
"Usually he would what Wes?" whispered Faith. Lighting flashed once more and Faith saw those deep blue eyes once more. He looked so tired and weak. So tired of being someone he wasn't.
"That's when he would lock me under the cupboard for days." he whispered so low Faith was lucky to even hear it.
God, the reason Faith had been acting weird lately was because she had been acting out of her past. She had a rough child hood, and she had to be this tough person to get through it. Yet she wasn't a child anymore. If she didn't put her past behind her then she might of lost control, joined the mayor, become evil, torched Wesley or something. Yet he made her see she wasn't alone. She never was.
Suddenly Wesley did something totally unexpected that made Faith turn a shadow of maroon. The man took off what little he had of his shirt hissing in the process.
"Wes what are you do-"
"Faith, first aid kit." he murmured wincing in pain. Suddenly understanding Faith dodged to her bathroom where she held a first aid kit, a washcloth, then poured some soggy cereal out of the bowl and filled it up with warm water. Then quickly grabbed some soap and then ran back to Wesley's side. Faith with urgency dabbed the washcloth in water, so she can wipe away the blood so she can it least see the cut and was about to again with urgency help him yet then she stopped. Before touching his skin she froze. Why the hell did he make her feel so friggin damm insecure! RRR! No man, hell no person is suppose to make her feel this way.
Filled with a new goal to get be afraid of what he does to her she quickly started wiping away the blood on his back, yet soon slowed down. She could know see the cuts clearly. There were about 4 on his back. 3 tiny ones. He'll need some stitches but he'll be able to make it through the night if she cleans them up now. Quickly taking out the alcohol she tended to the not big wounds. He hissed as the stinging sensation went throughout his body.
"You baby." she muttered. Wesley remained quite as she then took out some bandages and started patching up the smaller cuts. Seeing she had missed one on his upper shoulder she dabbed the cloth and gently wiped away the blood. The cut was practically on his chest and she sat up on her knees to reach the cut. Faith cleaned the cut ever so slowly, and Wesley once more had his breathing becoming short. "Faith" he whispered in a low husky voice.
"What?" Faith whispered. He turned to her, his big bright blue eyes locking with hers.
"I can do the front." and with that he took the cloth and the alcohol, and Faith couldn't help but felt her blood boil. Faith quickly grabbed the bandages and started bandaging up his cuts. She hated him, she hated him. It was final she hated him.
