Chapter 2
Wesley slowly opened his eyes and blinked them a few times but realizing that he didn't have his glasses on due to the unending blurriness, he reached to his nightstand for them. His hand touched the surface but his glasses weren't there. Where were they? Wesley tried to remember where he put them. Maybe Angel's teasing him again – he hated it when… he…
Angel… Suddenly everything came back to him.
Angelus. Glasses. Broken. Friends. Death. Destruction. Torture. Rape. Chains. Spike… Spike?
"Ah, you're awake."
Wesley recognized that voice. He looked around and his eyes fell upon a man-shaped blur. "You… saved me?"
"Yeah." the shape came closer. Wesley realized he was being scrutinized under the man's gaze and put his blanket up to his chest. He decided to say something.
"Um, your hands – they're cold. Are you a vampire?"
"Yep. Sired by the great poofter himself."
Wesley didn't know who Spike was referring to but kept that to himself. He looked around and from what he could see; he was in a nice room.
"Is this your place?" Wesley asked.
"No, we're in a motel. Actually, we'll be leaving in a few hours so you better get ready. Take a shower or something. I bought you some clothes – the ones you were wearing should've been retired years ago. I'm going out to buy me a smoke. Be back in a jiff." Spike went to walk out but at the door he suddenly turned around again. "Oh, and I realized that you were squinting your eyes so I got you a pair. They're by your feet. I just guessed your prescription so if they're not right, we can change 'em before we go." With that he left and closed the door behind him.
Wesley was temporarily unsure of what to do next but following what Spike said he decided a shower was on the way. He felt around by his feet or the glasses and found the case. Opening it, he took the glasses out and put them on. Everything was suddenly so clear – they fit perfectly and the strength of the lenses were also right for his eyes. They were also the types he preferred: wire-rimmed. He was amazed – how did the man know?
Shrugging it off as dumb luck, Wesley got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He looked around and found that everything was prepared for him – comb, toothbrush. He eyed the clothes though and found them to be a bit too fashionable for him. It was nothing too showy and actually quite plain – a simple red button-down shirt and black pants – but they were the kind that fit in all the right places. Wesley sighed, just grateful that he had something else to wear and went to take his shower.
When Spike returned, Wesley was still in the bathroom. All the things were already in the car so all that was left was to wait for Wesley. He was a little nervous of what the man would look like. When he went shopping for his clothes, he picked up what their Wesley would usually wear, but when he saw those black pants and red shirt, he dropped everything and picked those instead, thinking how gorgeous he would look in them. Of course, he would never admit that to anyone.
There was a click and slowly the bathroom door opened. Wesley came out and if Spike had a religion he would thank god for showing this man to him. His hair was still damp from the shower and they spiked in different directions, giving them the look that other people would pay expensive money to have. The top two buttons were undone – courtesy of Spike who accidentally cut off the buttons – and the clothes just flaunted his wonderful body, namely of course, his ass.
Spike realized that he was staring and quickly pulled himself from his trance. He faked a cough and got off the bed he was sitting on.
"Are you ready?" Spike asked. Wesley nodded. "Well, let's go then. Next stop: Sunnydale."
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
"Never mind it. 's not even my car." Of course, Giles won't be too happy, Spike thought. As he wiped off the last of the offensive substance from the back, he can only hope the smell would air out before Giles would need to use his Chevy. Wesley was peering at him from the top of his front seat and sue him if he didn't look simply edible. Spike threw away the towel onto the side of the street and got back into the car. "Here, 'ave one." Spike said as he offered Wesley a breath mint who quietly accepted it.
Spike started the car again, this time with all the windows rolled down. "We probably shouldn't have given you three hamburgers, two slices of pizza, a milkshake, large fries, large coke and a taco." Spike said with a smile. Man, the boy can eat. "It was bound to erupt, 'specially since we're on the road."
"Sorry" was Wesley's quiet reply.
"It's fine, forget it. Ah, we're almost there." Spike said after some time when he spotted a familiar area. Wesley just kept quiet and looked straight ahead for the rest of the journey.
"I am SO SO SORRY. I'm really sorry. God, I feel so embarrassed. I'm really sorry."
"It's alright, its fine." Spike said while taking out another rag from the bonnet. They were just a few miles from Giles' house, but first he had to take care of another incident. "I guess we probably shouldn't have stopped by Johnny's Pizzas… and Burger Deluxe… and that little ice-cream parlour a few minutes back."
Wesley stood behind Spike while he got to work on the backseat. He was red with embarrassment and was shuffling on his feet. "I'm really sorry. It's just that every time I get nervous, I eat. I can't seem to control it."
"Well, you look like a wreck actually. Why don't you" Spike turned to look at him as he said his sentence and found Wesley nibbling on a Twix bar that they bought earlier. Wesley realized what he was doing and slowly put it down and into his pocket, although afterwards his fingers made twitching motions. Spike just smiled and got back to work. "Don't worry, these are good people."
Spike finished his scrubbing and carelessly threw away the rag. Closing the bonnet, he went back to the driver's seat and Wesley followed his lead. "Ok, no more eating until we're standing on solid ground or at least a few feet away from the loo."
"Yes, I agree." Wesley said with determination. Before long, they arrived in front of Giles' house.