I'm sorry if the print is small. My baby cousin was playing with my computer, and i can't figure how to make it bigger. Lindsey might come at a later time and I will make him a goody. Thanks for the good reveiws and I wll try and update every couple of days.

This chapter is Wesley-rific so enjoy!

By the Way: I, again, do not own the Buffyverse. Only Bianca, Sophia, and that's it...for now. Mwhaaa Butit is getting closer to some holliday, so keeping my hopes up about the playtime.

"Welcome aboard British Airways. The flight will be approximately 6 hours and we will arrive in Los Angeles at 3:00 pacific time. The --"

Wesley Wyndam-Price stopped listening to the annoyingly upbeat pilot and became lost in his own thoughts of loss and regret. This trip to the mother land was not a pleasant one. He had gotten a call from his mother one week before with news that changed his life.

"My darling, your father has died"

Bianca Wyndam-Price had been divorced from Roger Wyndam-Price for about 10 years, but she always was his caretaker since he never married. But that's who she was. The most kind-hearted woman Wesley had ever known.

"How?" Wesley was shocked. The man who would never die in his mind had been killed by the most un-supernatural way, contrary to the way Wesley thought he would leave this earth.

"By a heart attack. He went to the hospital and was in there for 5 days. The doctors came and informed me that he had died suddenly and without warning" Bianca was heartbroken. She had hated who Roger had become, but she mourned for the husband whom she had met all those years ago.

"Oh Mum. Are you Ok?" Wesley became overwrought with worry over his beloved mother. She was obviously trying to keep strong for him, as she had done for him as a child, but he realized that she was about to break.
"I will be fine" Another lie

"I'm coming to England. I will get a ticket for the next flight. I'll be there as soon as I can" Wesley knew he had to leave for his mother and father

"All right. Wesley?"

"Yes Mummy?"

"He loved you"
"I know" It was another lie, but he let it go because he knew Bianca was just saying it to soothe herself and Wesley.

Wes told Angel he was leaving for his father's funeral. Angel had hugged him and gave his condolences. Wesley had left in the dead of night to avoid more 'I'm sorry's' and 'he's in a better place'. That last one was a lie. No matter how many times Wes tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew his father was in hell. He was the definition of a bastard. He put Bianca through the worst misery and pain and through it all she loved him. Until, he targeted Wesley. That was when Bianca had enough and left him. Wesley was 17 at the time and headed for the Watcher's Academy. Those were the secrets that rested with Roger. What he had done and all the destruction he did, Never to be spoken of again. That was what Wesley had pondered over on the plane ride to England. He arrived in London to the warm welcome of rain and fog.

"Nice homecoming"

He saw it as a foreshadow to what the trip would be. A hurtful run through memory lane and his own twisted linage. He hailed a cab and arrived at the enormous Wyndam-Price estate. It was named 'Solstice'. When Katherine Wyndam married Darson Price they combined their names and bank accounts. They proceeded to buy the most vulgarly big house, at the time, in London. It was here that Roger was born, raised, and taught how to be a monster. Katherine was a passive little thing. She never spoke back to Darson when he called her an inferior creature or endlessly mocked her shyness. She did ,however, find comfort and love in a bottle of gin ever night after Roger went to bed. Darson was a watcher and decided it was better to work than show up on his son's birthdays or on the birth of his stillborn daughter.

Roger grew up in this cold and unfeeling environment with no escape. He became the odd combination of Katherine and Darson. Both were damaged beings with nothing to offer their son. Roger followed in the tradition of the Prices' and went to The Watcher's Academy. He fell in love with a loving reminder of his mother, only this woman was strong and courageous . Roger knew that Bianca Cabot would never let Roger hurt her as Katherine let Darson hurt her. They were married and had one child Wesley Alfred Wyndam-Price.

"His name means 'man of the west who is supernaturally wise'"

Bianca loved her son more than she thought possible. Roger, on the other hand, was disappointed with Wesley Alfred. Wesley never received an answer why he hated his own son so much, but he knew that maybe now he could get one. He rung the doorbell and heard the footsteps from inside. The door opened and Wesley saw a familiar face

"Hello Addie" Adelaide Jennings was Solstice's housekeeper and Bianca's best friend. Although Bianca did most of the housework, she kept the old maid that Katherine had do everything and befriended her. She became Wesley's babysitter when he was a child and treated him as a son.

"Oh, Wesley my dear. Come in." Addie gave him a look of sympathy. She did not, however, give him a look of sadness. Addie always hated Roger. She thought he wasn't worthy of his wife and son's love. Roger always treated Addie as 'the help', whereas Binks and Wes treated her like family. And family is there for comfort and support. She gave Wesley an embrace and a sigh.

"Your mother is in the sunroom" Wesley followed Adelaide into the rooms that he knew so well as a child. There was Bianca radiant as ever. It was ironic to see that his mother glowed in the rain, but she was always the essence of beauty. Her dark brown hair shined and shimmered while her shining blue eyes that were once so bright with life, today had a cover of hopelessness.

"Mother?" Bianca rushed toward him and sobbed into his arms. He could tell she was holding it in the while she heard him come in, but lost it once she heard her son's voice. It broke his heart to hear his mother cry like a child at the loss of a man who treated her horribly. Addie slipped out of the room to give the two some time to mourn.

"I'm so sorry Wesley. I just--"

"No. No need to be strong. I understand. He would want you to mourn"

Bianca cried for a little while longer and tore herself away from her son's strong arms. He took out his handkerchief and gave it to her. "Oh I must look like sodding hell."

"Never" Bianca gave her son a sweet smile. She sat on the chair and just stared at her son.

"Ever the strong son. You never let me fall" "Likewise"

They sat that way for a while. They spoke of LA and how everyone was doing. Then came the dreaded 'Have you a girlfriend?'

"Not yet mum. I've been too busy"
"Please don't let your father and my marriage kill your hopes for finding that one perfect person. I just want you to be happy." She softly grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Thank you Mum."

Wesley was scared though. He did know he was nothing like his father , yet he never wanted to have the idea of hurting the woman he loved like Roger had a nasty habit of doing. But he had to admit that the Wyndam-Price happy marriage percentage was not in his favor. The truth was that there hasn't been a happy marriage in 2 generations. That was enough to scare him away, but add the fact that all the men were aggressive mongrels.

"Your nothing like your father's side. Your all Cabot, Wesley" Bianca must have scene the look on his face and figured out the thoughts in his head.

"Let's be honest. Your father never stood a chance in that house of horrors. He was a nothing because of his father. But you, you are not your father. You are the antithesis of him in every possible way. You are my Wesley Alfred. The one ray of hope in my life. And you, my dear son, will bring to this house children that will grow up in love. In full love, love of a father and a mother. It's time that Solstice had warmth and joy"

Wesley kissed his mother on the check and simply said.
"Of course I will. Your grandchildren will have the love of a father that I never had"

Wesley went to bed, but couldn't sleep. He had memories of pain in this room and in this house. He did have memories of happiness, but those only when his father was away. He could remember that one time when he was 7 and his father caught him trying to resurrect a bird that flew into his window, and Roger punished the poor boy with harsh words.

"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO YOU IMBICILE!"

"I'm sorry Father. I was just trying to save---"

"This book is for resurrecting IMPORTANT things. Not a child's toy. Never go into my office again or I will make you resurrect scary monsters that will kill you !"

"Yes Father. I promise"

Another miserable memory of Wesley at 19 coming home from The Watcher's Academy after being named Head Boy.
"Dear Lord, it took you long enough. Say Wesley?

"Well I--"

"Of course because Christopher Wellington died. There wasn't much competition, was there?"

There was one more painful memory that Wesley had blocked out to avoid any more hatred towards his father. One he would forget, especially for the day of his funeral.

It was 5 days later and all of the Watcher's council was there to pay their last respects. "Is Rupert Giles not coming?" One watcher said to another while Wesley was arranging the last points on his list

"He had business to take care of. Something to do with his daughter."

"He has a daughter? "She's American. About 26. Do you remember Isabella Avila?"

"Oh the woman who was a witch and his lover? Yes, she passed quite a while back. Oh, is it her daughter"

"Yes. She was the curator for a museum where the slayer lives, but when that exploded, she decided to move to LA to help that dreaded Angelus"
"She's following in Wesley's footsteps. Poor boy. All those stories and rumors of Roger. No wonder he failed"

"Never had much of a chance with Roger though. He never made his distaste for his son a secret"

The sentiments were all the same "Great Watcher, Decent Man, Horrible Husband and Father." Of course, none of these were made public. All the watchers held respect for the man was nothing more than a fraud. Bianca sat and cried for her dead ex-husband. Wesley felt sadness, but not over his father, but what his father did to him and his mother. He got close to the casket and whispered one last wish.

"You rot in hell."

It was a closed casket. Wesley found it odd that Roger requested that no one see his body, not even his ex-wife and son. But Wesley thought it best to honor the last request of his father.

"More than I ever owed you" Wesley had thought as they lowed his marble casket six feet under. Now lied Roger Wyndam-Price. No longer able to cause any more hurt. No longer able to kill Wesley in any way. He was dead, to Wesley and the whole world.

"You can't hurt me any more Father."

Wesley said it with a bitter cry. He cried. He cried that night in his bathroom. Bitterness and anger raged in him. He fell asleep in the bathroom and arose the next day as if nothing had happened. He took care of house matters and the legal arrangements. Everything was left to Bianca and Wesley.

Those last days in London were spent caring for his mother and making sure Addie and she would live comfortably. He wrapped up all his affairs and took care of anything that would cause pain to his mother. It was Sunday morning when Wes has to leave for LA and say goodbye to his last family overseas.

"You need anything, don't hesitate to call,Addie"

"You worry bout your mum"
"But Please"
"I will. I promise"

Bianca smiled at her son to reassure him of any doubts about leaving her.

"Mum, I know your strong. But if you need me at any time. You call me and I'll be here on the next flight"

"Darling, Don't worry about your Mum"
" That's going to be difficult"

"Nothing is too difficult for you"

Wesley gave her a smile and hugged her.
"I love you"

" I love you too. Now go to LA and resume your life. Your excellent life. I'm so proud of you and everything you've done"

And with that Wesley knew he could fall in love and not ruin his love's life. He was mostly Cabot. They said goodbye with an embrace and one last kiss on the cheek. He left Solstice and looked back. He remembered all the sadness and pain that he felt in that house due to his father.

"I'm bringing joy to this house for once. My children and wife will love me. The curse ends with Roger."

He smiled and saw the sun come out, shining and glimmering by the rain. He saw it as a sign. Solstices new roots and history began when he escaped the fate of his grandfather and father.

He boarded his plane and thought that he left all of his father in London and he would never have to think of his non-soul. No, Wes now basked in the warmth of the sun and his new fate. He was the leader and boss of Angel Investigations, yet he still had that nagging feeling that his father would never let his son rest. He shook it off and zoned into the whistle of the plane and decided to fall asleep. He had 6 hours to relax before the demons and the vampires. He had 6 hours to be regular Wesley. Nice and relaxed. The nagging feeling was gone and all that was left was a smile on Wes's face.

Later he was awoken by the ding of the pilot. He couldn't remember his dream but he knew it was pleasant.

"Welcome to Los Angeles."

Wesley was back home to start anew.

In The Next Chapter: Sophia comes to the sunshine land to and re-meets the team of Angel Investigations. She also reunites with memories of her mother from thepast. Confetti and Hats are fun!...Wondering what the flip I'm talking about? Well then read the next chapter my dears!