Chapter: 3 - Topsy Turvy
Universe: Angel, Season 5. Cannon.
Pairing: Fred/Wes
Episodic Timeline: Lineage
A/N: Finally got this chapter under my belt... that sounded wrong. Ahem. Moving on.
"How old was he?" Fred asked curiously.
"Oh, he had to be about six or seven. I can't remember, he must've taken the scroll from my library." Roger Wyndam-Pryce chuckled.
Wesley walked up to them, confusion on his face.
"Wesley, I was just telling Winifred about the time that I caught you with the resurrection spell." His father said.
"Oh, right." Wesley replied.
"I couldn't remember, why were you doing that?" Roger Wyndam-Pryce asked.
Wesley cleared his throat, embarrassed. "A bird had flown into my windowpane, I think I was trying to bring it back to life."
"I can't believe you could even read a resurrection spell at age seven." Fred said incredulously.
"Yes, well..." Wesley shrugged, at a loss for what to say.
"Luckily, I stopped him or we would've had zombie birds pecking at his little eyeballs." Wesley's father added.
Fred giggled, and flashed Wesley a smile before heading back to the lab.
Wesley and his father traveled back to his office to do some research about the cyborg's origins.
Wesley looked through the source books to find the one he needed.
"That Winifred, she seemed to like you." Roger Wyndam-Pryce said.
"Yes, well, she's a very special person." Wesley cleared his throat and whispered into the source book. "Saitama Codex."
"Does she know how you feel about her? What did you just do?" Wesley's father asked.
"I'm not going to discuss this with you." Wesley shook his head, and continued researching. "These are source books, uh, templates. Um, I use them to call forth material in our archives."
Suddenly, the alarm began blaring and the lights flickered off.
"What's going on?" Roger Wyndam-Pryce demanded.
"We should probably go-" A cyborg burst into the office, Wesley grabbed a sword off the wall and blocked the chain attack that the cyborg threw at him, stabbing the ninja cyborg in the chest-plate. He turned to talk to his father, and suddenly everything went black.
Fred hurried down the hallway to go see what all the ruckus was about, bumping into Wesley's father. "We need to get you to safety." Fred instructed.
"Wesley's department has monitored some sort of spatial disturbance on the roof. He's gone to investigate. He asked me to tell Angel immediately."
Wesley noticed the cyborg he had attacked once he came to. He knelt down next to it and jabbed the sword a little deeper into its gut.
"Stop stop." The cyborg insisted.
"You can feel pain, good." Wesley replied, yanking the faceplate off the ninja cyborg to reveal a grotesque looking face, though more human than the silver mask. "Now, what is my father doing? What did he take?"
The cyborg shook its head. "No, no."
Wesley reached into its gut and activated the bomb. "Tell me or you'll be destroyed."
The cyborg's face filled with panic. Wesley now assumed it would tell him anything he asked.
Fred quickly entered the lobby, which was filled with fallen cyborgs. "Angel! Wesley needs you on the roof." She informed.
"Alright, Fred you see who's injured. Gunn you find out what happened with security. I'll go find Wes." Angel instructed.
"I'm coming with you." Roger Wyndam-Pryce added.
Angel and Wesley's father headed up to the roof...
"Wes? Wesley?" Angel calls, running out onto the roof. He glances around, confused.
Roger Wyndam-Pryce chuckles. "Hm, this was never about him. It was however about you." He reaches in his jacket to pull out a mystical staff of some kind. A swirl of light emanates from the tip and Angel collapses to the ground.
"Time for extraction." Roger Wyndam-Pryce said into an earpiece.
"Not quite." Wesley appeared on the roof, gun in hand, snatching the staff from his father. Roger Wyndam-Pryce points a gun right back at him.
"Leave Wesley, you'll never understand what we're trying to do here."
"You're using the Staff of Devosynn to take Angel's will, make him your slave. Your cyborgs panic a bit too easily." Wesley replied.
Fred appears on the roof. "Wesley!" She kneels down by Wesley's side. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Fred get out of here!" Wesley shouts urgently.
Wesley and his father were still facing off, guns pointed at one another.
"You know what that vampire is and what he's done, and you follow him anyway?" Roger Wyndam-Pryce shouted.
"Maybe I know what I'm doing. Why can't you trust that?" Wesley replied angrily.
Wesley's father scoffs. "You disgrace yourself with the council, you join forces with him, and you have the nerve to ask me why I can't trust you?"
Wesley, aching inwardly, replied: "I've done everything you ever asked, and I've done it well. You never had any use for me as a child, and you can't bear the thought of me as an adult. Tell me, father, what is it that galls you so, that I was never as good at the job as you... or that I just might be better?" Wesley gets his dig in, grinning at the small triumph.
"Hand me that staff." His father demands.
"No." Wesley replies, holding it over the edge of the building.
"No don't make me shoot you. Please believe me, I will kill you for it."
"Oh, I believe you. I was raised by you, after all." Wesley replies. "But I drop this, the crystal shatters, and Angel is restored. So I reckon whether I live or die, your plan has failed."
"I see. Well, then... maybe if it's someone you care about— " Roger Wyndam-Pryce grabs Fred, pointing his gun at her head.
Without a second of consideration, Wesley points his gun at his father and fires.
A/N: Idk about this chapter. It's pretty much just an abbreviated version of the episode. There should be one or two more chapters. Comments appreciated : )
