Disclaimer: I own Aurelius, Alexia, and Hope, but that's it.
When we last left our heroes, they had just met up with Buffy at the hospital after they saved a potential, and Wesley was denying his feelings about Faith. Will the Fang Gang be able to settle their differences with the Scoobies in time for the big battle? Will Wesley just let himself fall for Faith? I hope so.
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Stepping into the house, Wesley was surprised, a lot of things had changed since he had been here almost four and a half years ago. Of course, he hadn't gotten a very good look back then, but he was sure there weren't at least fifteen girls camped out in the living room floor on his last visit.
"So, this is your base of operations?"
"Yeah, we're totally committed to kicking this thing's ass. Nothing gets in the way of training."
"Oh, Buffy, I'm glad your home, I made cookies. You better get in there quick, though, because those little slayers are eating them up."
"Oh, cookies. What kind?"
"Chocolate chip. What's with the Dark Avenger, and who are these people? I didn't slave all day over a hot oven just so you could bring home more dinner guests, Buffy, you don't know how hard it is. . .!"
"Andrew, Andrew, don't blow a fuse, this is Angel, you know, vampire Angel, the one everyone's been talking about coming for the last week, and this is Faith, Wesley, Gunn, Fred, Cordelia, and Angel's son, Connor."
"Oh, well, why don't you step into the kitchen and enjoy some cookies. I made them from scratch, you know, that Martha Stewart really knows what she's talking about, but I found that if you grease the cookie sheet. . ."
"That's great, Andrew."
Stepping past him, Buffy rolled her eyes, and went into the kitchen, where at least twenty girls were standing around, talking, laughing, and eating cookies. Everything got quite, however, when Buffy came in with their guests.
"Who are they?"
It was a tall, tough-looking black girl that spoke up from the corner of the kitchen.
"This is Angel, Faith, Wesley, Cordelia, Charles Gunn, Winifred Burkle, and Angel's son, Connor."
"So, reinforcements."
"Yes."
"She's a Slayer."
"The second, and only one after Buffy."
The girls looked at their new house guests with interest, especially the tall, dark vampire.
"So. . .they're staying here?"
"Well, some of them, some of them are staying at Xander's."
"Oh, but. . .uh. . .Angel's staying here?"
Catching on to what the girls were asking, Buffy signaled to Kennedy to take them back outside and resume training.
"Alright, maggots, let's go."
Rounding them up, she took them back outside, leaving Buffy, the Fang Gang, and Faith, alone.
"They're a motley crew."
"They need to be trained."
"Well, looks like that drill sergeant has it under control."
"Kennedy?"
"She's one of the first potentials we found. It gives her power over the other girls."
"Well, not when I get a hold of them. Do you train at night?"
"Yeah, in the cemetery with. . ."
"What the bloody Hell is this lot doing here?"
Looking at what had been the empty basement doorway, Angel found a platinum-blonde vampire looking at them.
"Spike."
"Nice to see ya again, Peaches."
"What's he doing here?"
Ready to attack his childe any moment, Angel looked to Buffy, to find that she was completely calm.
"He's here because I need him here. He has a soul."
"He. . .what?"
Angel looked to Wesley, and then Cordelia, both seemed just as surprised as he was.
"You mean. . ."
"I'm almost a real boy, just like Peaches here."
Before Angel could stop himself, he was throwing Spike down the stairs, and going after him. The rest of the gang quickly followed, hoping to break it up before it got really ugly.
"Angel, what's wrong with you?"
Wesley pulled Angel off Spike as the rest clambered down the stairs. Buffy helped Spike to his feet, and looked at Angel, indignantly.
"What the Hell?"
"I. . .he. . .I'm the Shanshu, he's not. . .and he called me Peaches."
"Angel! I think we should do some research on this before we jump to conclusions."
"Well. . .research it."
Looking over, Angel saw Xander, and a girl with light brown, almost blonde hair sitting amongst ten girls, and pointing to a flow chart.
"Um. . .it's nice to see you again, Angel."
"Xander."
"This is Anya, she's an ex-vengeance demon, and these. . .well, these are impressionable little minds who just saw you kick the shit out of Spike."
"Nice to meet you."
"You really did kick the shit out of Spike, you know, sometimes that's considered rude."
"Yeah."
Turning on his heel, Angel went back upstairs, ignoring Buffy asking if Spike was alright. Wesley and Faith glanced at each other for a moment, then, quickly looked away, and followed him upstairs.
"Angel."
"What?"
Wesley could see how distressed his friend was.
"Don't worry, he might. . .you're still the Shanshu."
"How do I know that!"
"Think about it. Has Spike saved the world?"
"I don't know, why don't you ask Buffy. I'm sure she'd be glad to tell you."
"Of for. . .Angel stop brooding over B. Honestly, how long ago was this?"
"A love like ours doesn't die!"
Wesley rolled his eyes, and grabbed the bag he had brought along that contained his books. He needed to research, as his plate did seem awfully full. Walking into the dining room, he sat down, ready to research, but he couldn't stop thinking. . .about Faith.
He hadn't stopped thinking about her since they left his bedroom. Why couldn't he just let himself love. . .like. . .lust after her? Turning, he found that they had assembled themselves in the kitchen, and were now talking over something.
Watching Faith, his blue eyes scanned her face, so, light, pale, and yet, so beautiful. Her brown eyes gleamed with threat, but he knew they could hold love, or what he thought was love. Her brown hair, wavy, and soft, fell onto her shoulders.
Then, his eyes scanned down her body to her chest and breasts, then to her butt and finally her toned legs. She was so beautiful, and he could feel himself getting rather excited just thinking about her.
"Wesley, you're catching flies."
Snapping out of his daydream, and looking up into the face of Buffy, whom he hadn't realized had entered the room a moment previous. Covering his groin with a book, he looked up into her face to make sure she hadn't seen anything.
"I was just. . .thinking."
"Yeah. . ."
She didn't say anything, but Wesley was sure he heard a hint of amusement in her voice.
". . .well, Willow, Faith, and I are going back to the hospital, they just called and said the girl, Shannon, was awake."
"Oh, that's. . .that's excellent."
"Yeah, are you alright?"
"Oh, me? Just hot. . .I mean, it's. . .I didn't sleep much last night."
"Well, you guys can work out who's sleeping where, some of you can stay here, and some can go to Xander's."
"Right, well, have fun at the hospital. . .I mean, get information."
"Okay."
Just then, Faith and Willow came in.
"Hey, Wes, you okay?"
"Yes, I'm just. . .I might go take a nap."
"Right. Couch is free."
"Wonderful."
Standing, with the book still covering him, Wesley hurried off to the living room, and Buffy and Willow exchanged glances, then, looked at Faith.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
Walking away with smug smiles on their faces, the girls left Faith behind to look after Wesley for a moment, but only a moment.
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Wesley walked into his hallway, seeing the discarded clothing on the floor, and smiled to himself. Walking a little faster, but careful not to spill any champagne, he made it to his bedroom to find the bed empty. Sitting the glasses on the bedside table, he looked around, confused.
Then, he heard it, the shower was going. Oh, so, she wanted to make this a little hotter, or colder, he smiled again. Faith always wanted things her way when they were together, and Wesley wouldn't have it any other way.
Stepping into the bathroom, he he took off his belt, then, his pants and boxers. He couldn't see her because of the steam, but he knew she was in there. Pulling off his sweater, he threw it, sending it hurling through the hair, and landing in the sink.
Opening the glass door, he winced, slightly, as the hot spray hit his back. After a moment he got used to it, though, and then, he began searching for her.
Feeling along the wall, he was greeted by nothing but heat, and then, he felt it. Her hand on his back, gently snaking its way up to his chest, and her lips were on his back in a moment.
"Hm. . .didn't think I'd ever find you."
Suddenly, there was a girl looking down at Wesley, then another and another, and then he heard the giggles. Opening his eyes, and sitting straight up, Wesley looked around to see the potentials all giggling at him.
"Hm. . .didn't think I'd ever find you."
As a small Asian girl said this in her accent, the other girls cracked up.
"I-I. . .should you be training or something?"
Looking around for assistance, he only found that Xander and Giles were standing in the doorway, a grin playing at the edges of their mouths.
"Not one word."
"Now, why would we. . ."
Giles couldn't continue for fear of cracking up. Wesley sighed, and stood after checking with his lower body that it was okay.
"So. . .uh, are Buffy, Faith, and Willow back, yet?"
"Actually, that's why we were coming to get you."
"Oh, they have news."
"Yes, it seems we're going for a battle. Buffy and Faith are scouting with Angel and Spike, now. Fred and Charles took Cordelia and Connor to get some medical supplies, and Willow's working on a barrier spell."
"Why didn't they wake. . .?"
"Faith thought it was a good idea to let you sleep."
"Oh."
Looking around at the giggling girls, Wesley blushed and turned back to Giles.
"Did they say when they'd be back?"
"Soon. They told us to round up the girls and get them equipped with weapons. Would you care to assist?"
"Certainly, but. . .first I uh. . .I'm going to go. . .uh. . .freshen up a bit."
Hurrying upstairs, Wesley blushed, again. He knew who he had been dreaming about, and he promised he'd never fall asleep on the couch, again. Perhaps, he could talk to Faith. . .after the battle.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Next chapter, bloody battle, Wes/Faith talking, and well. . .more craziness, and oh, what's that Cordelia? You're plotting against your own friends? Oh my!