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A/N: Yes I always need to write one. Most of my normal fans haven't read this story but this is a special treat or anyone who might. I am back I am writing again and I am soon going to be posting chapters as often as I can but starting College so don't get too excited still going to be busy. I hope that all o you like this chapter and please disregard spelling you know me spelling and me is always bad. I know this is totally AU so um take it from like somewhere in season three before Conner and before Gunn/Fred.
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Chapter 4: Not My Cup Of Tea
(Wes's POV)
Giles caught her he has his hands all over my Fred. I swear I could kill that man and would if I was in better shape and, if I hadn't just made that truce with him. Well here it went. I was now tossed aside for Giles I knew that was coming but why did it have to be Fred who had fallen asleep in the lobby.
She fell backwards and I was able to catch her but damn it she was still staring at Giles figures just my luck. "May I suggest we continue this inside?" I ask the two who seem rather entranced with each other. Great pansy that I am I just let him swoop in to get a scroll and what happens he scoops up my would be girl that is if I ever grow enough backbone to actually ask her out.
Next thing I know Giles is stay or tea. It is three thirty in the morning and I am making the two lovebirds tea. I could so do with an aspirin right now or I will start doing that annoying thing that Giles does where I never stop pinching the bridge o my nose. They start chatting it up. I distinctly hear 'Wes back in his Sunnydale watcher days.' I know Giles is going to launch right into a story probably the one about prom where he said I had the emotional capability of a blueberry scone or something to that effect I blocked out the exact phrase he used. I yell from where I am as the watcher starts to go into one of those embarrassing stories. "No stories Mr. Giles not a single one."
They are talking in love confidential voices when I come back out to the lobby with three cups of tea. "You will also say nothing about my ability to make tea Mr. Giles I know how you hate my choice of tea but you couldn't change me in Sunnydale and you certainly have no influence over my choice of tea here in L.A." I said in a very indignant manner. Great Wes now you sound like a disgruntled two year old why not just cross your arms while you are at it.
"Come now Wesley you need to stop calling me Mr. Giles it makes me feel as if I were as old as Travers and we both know that isn't true. Travers is the head watcher ancient mind you much older than me so very much older than Wes here." He said turning to Fred. She sipped her tea demurely. She was so beautiful. Why did he get to explain who Travers was? I roll my eyes.
"Yes thank you Rupert for stopping by now don't you think it is time for you to go." I say spiting out his name like it is a nasty word. I hate the way he is just sitting here talking at 3:30am as if it were our in the afternoon and we were all just three old friends sitting down for tea and a chance to catch up. I then remembered that I hadn't even really introduced them. True they now knew each other's names but little else or at least Giles knew little about Fred minus the act that I was head over heels for the girl. "Oh um well you know that this is Mr. Rupert Giles from back when I was in Sunnydale he is Buffy's watcher or was I think he was never reinstated, but no one cares about the council now anyway." I made and odd sniffing sound to signify that I at least didn't give a damn what the council did or thought. "Mr. Gi . . . Rupert this is Miss Winifred Burkel, but she told you as much herself. She was a Physics scholar at school and now she helps us here however she can. She has been very helpful when it comes to the computer, Cordelia and helping me translate she is a genius." That was a good compliment if I do say so myself.
I sat there drinking my tea mostly silent. Giles started to talk about everything that was going on in Sunnydale. Apparently things weren't going to well. Giles thought it had something to do with this prophecy that was why he was here after all. I toned him out after a while everything he said was almost always the same anyway. I started watching Fred as she watched and listened to Giles. I refilled cups when they got low and made another pot as we all sat. Giles really was starting to get boring with his update I mean could that much really be going on in Sunnydale. I finally tuned him back in and heard Dawn, Willow's girlfriend, first slayer, Glory, Spike, and Dead. I had heard enough. "Well as interesting as this all is I left Sunnydale to get away from that kind of drama." He said not really caring about what was going on in Sunnydale. He got up and cleared the rest of the papers from the floor of the lobby.
"I think it's fascinating how they deal with all the paranormal stuff along with normal teenage drama I wish you hadn't kept Rupert from telling me any stories about you back then." She said giving me those puppy dog eyes I couldn't ignore. She wanted a story and I can't blame her I never talk about those days. The only thing Gunn or Fred know about my days in Sunnydale is that I was hired to replace Giles as Buffy's watcher but it didn't work out. I rolled my eyes she had me and she knew it. It wasn't so much the fact that she knew it that bothered me it was the act that that blaster shadow of a watcher knew it too. He was smirking again watchers don't bloody smirk.
"Fine one story and it can't involve Cordelia more than any other that means no prom man." I said with a very clear glare at Giles. Well I thought it was very clear at least. I had a distinct feeling he was going to tell her about the prom anyway. "Can we make it tomorrow though? I mean I'm tiered I'm sure you are as well Rupert and I doubt Fred is better off with all the racket we have been making. Speaking of I hope we didn't wake Angel." I saw Giles cringe at his name. I knew the two of them still had some unsolved issues they had to deal with. He also had the feeling they wouldn't be dealt with on this trip.
"Well it is getting late I suppose that you can stay here at the hotel as long as you don't go down to the basement and stake Angel we don't do very well without him I should know I was put in charge last time her went a little on the crazy side and lets just say that it could have gone better." I said with a little blush. I didn't care what Giles thought but Fred didn't know about my short-lived career running angel investigations that was before our trip to Pylea.
I was happy to see I had gotten all of the papers off the floor and I had already wrestled the one from Giles. "I'm going to go throw these away. I think I'm going to stay here at the hotel tonight so we can get an early start tomorrow morning. Do either of you need anything since this is the last any of us will and should be out till around midday tomorrow if not later."
Fred and Giles looked at each other. "Um I would like some coffee in the morning no offense to tea Wes . . . or Rupert, but we are running low and either way Cordy will be upset I we run out tomorrow." Fred gave a slight shrug that was so cute as she explained this.
Giles nodded. "So Cordelia is still working here with you and Angel. I suppose from Fred's little speech she still drinks coffee all the time. Some things never change I guess but you have." He said walking with me to the door. Fred was sitting on the couch closing her eyes obviously tiered now that the conversation was obviously done.
"Why are you so intent for me to help you with this translation anyway Giles? You were always better at this kind of thing." I whisper to him as he walks me to the door.
"Look as much as I loathe to admit it I need your help you have the resources I need to translate it and it might effect Angel too. This is something big and I think it would be best if we all knew about it and you know as well as me the council won't help. Please be civil I know you hate me, but I'm not really found of you either and I need not tell you how much I hate Angel but we need to translate this prophesy and we need to get it right." I glared at him. He seemed more flustered than usual. This had to be big. I nodded once a short firm nod that clearly told him I would if he would. With that I departed for the corner store and to get rid of my bloody awful attempts at poetry.