Back to our regular episode tags. But I promise this picks up a bit after episode 2 of Angel. :)
19. Angel Episode Tag: 3x1 "Heartthrob"
"I'm glad to hear Angel's back in Los Angeles," said Giles as he handed Wesley a drink. The two men settled in the older man's house as Wesley teleported there after they had dealt with the Nester demons.
"Yes, he has been missed," replied Wesley. "Although with his return, no magical activity much." Giles raised an amused eyebrow his way and Wesley chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, Rupert. I'm glad there hasn't been a repeat of the dimensional week from Hell. But it's just weird that it stopped all of a sudden and it's been axing demons and dusting vampires left and right."
"Well at least you get some exercise." commented Giles as Wesley glared at him.
"Speaking of exercise…" Wesley let the sentence trail off as he drank and then turned to look at his mentor.
"She's been saying knock knock jokes," said Giles, Wesley not missing the annoyance with his voice. "We need everyone to think she's still alive and nothing has changed." Giles drained his glass and set it down on the table. "We're fooling ourselves. I'm fooling myself."
"I take it you've decided then?" asked Wesley, not meeting the older man's gaze.
"Yes."
Giles sighed and stood to survey his house then his eyes settled on Wesley. "I'm going back to London."
Wesley remained silent as he nodded.
"You don't have to come with me," said Giles as he walked to study the books on his shelves. "It might actually be nice practice for you…teleporting to another continent."
Wesley chuckled softly. "You may be right." He turned to look at his mentor, grateful that the man turned to face him as well. "You'll be missed."
"Yes," began Giles dropping his head before making his way to the couch and sat down. "I suppose I will be."
The silence that settled between them was very uncomfortable and awkward as though the two men didn't know how to say goodbye properly and it was Giles that shook his head and turned to Wesley.
"This isn't a goodbye," he said in annoyance. "What is wrong with us? We're being too sentimental. I mean I can see you anytime I want with just a simple teleportation magic."
Wesley laughed this time. "Yes, you are right. We've grown too sentimental in our old age, Rupert."
"Speak for yourself," said Giles as the awkwardness finally evaporated. "I mean it though Wesley. These," he motioned with his hand. "Can still occur even when I'm back in London."
Wesley nodded but a sly smile had formed on his face. "We just have to time it properly now."
Giles laughed as he refilled his glass. "That or I'm going to ward my flat when I have guests."
The two clinked their glasses together in a form of a toast.
Wesley had just arrived in his own home when his magic gave him a very painful headache. It wasn't like having a vision per say or a flashback as had happened when he was in Pylea or touching the book that opens the portals to the place.
It was just…well to Wesley it felt like a warning of something to come…but it seemed to focus on him and Angel and even Cordelia…actually make that everyone from Angel Investigations.
The magic pulsed again and this time Wesley felt to the floor…his head in agony. He tried to shut it out but to no avail and before the world turned black he could vaguely hear a woman screaming in pain and then the cries of an infant.
The next morning found Wesley asking himself how he woke up on the floor instead of his bed…not remembering what happened…except the fact that he distinctly remembered a baby crying the night before.
