Wilson shot up with a start.

''Thank goodness!'' Winona shouted.

''What?'' Wilson asks his mind groggy. He had never felt so fatigued in his life. His mind was lost in a cloud of fog. His eyes worked to get adjusted to his surroundings. When they did he noticed his mother and sister were accompanied by a lumberjack, a lithe blond girl, a frail old woman, and a man that was extremely familiar. Wilson could have sworn he had seen the man in his dream.

''Who are they?'' Wilson croaked.

''They are people that Maxwell trapped in here.''

''That bastard.'' Wilson growled,''What is even the point?''

''Misery love company.'' Winona sighed out.

The lumberjack introduced himself as Woodie, the Old lady as Ms. Wickerbottom, the young girl as Wendy and the muscular man said nothing. He simply stood back looking at Wilson with troubled eyes. Winona sighs and rubs the man's forearm,''C'mon honey, tell him who you are...''

''Um..I-I am your father Wilson...'' The man said solemnly.

Wilson gasped, he knew the man was familiar and he remembered the distinct way his father said his name Vilson. He and Willow would always find it funny that their father pronounced W's as V's. His mother explained to them that it was simply their father's accent. His mother had an accent as well but it wasn't as thick as his fathers. His mother was an Irish immigrant that married a German immigrant. It was all flooding back to him. All of the good times laced with the dark ones.

Wilson scowled remembering how much his father resented his love of science and that he was ''not normal'. He huffed and said,''It will be dark soon. Let's all set up a bigger camp. Won't take long, I see that you have been working while I was asleep.''

Winona looked distraught as her son breezed by his father as if he was not even there. She was hoping that Wilson was over the huge argument but it seemed like Wilson had only grown more bitter.

Wolfgang watched as his son chopped down a few trees with strength that he didn't even know his son had. After Wilson stoked the fire Wolfgang said,''You truly are a man. A strong and capable man that I never gave a chance. Please forgive me, son?''

Wilson went stiff at those words but did not provide a further reaction,''Ha! Jokes on you my real father would never say anything like that!''

Wolfgang winced,''I'm sorry. For being hateful man to you. Please forgive?''

Wilson pursed his lips together avoiding eye contact. After nearly three minutes of silence, the topic was dropped. Winona let out a sigh of disappointment.

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Wes woke up to flowers adorning him and the bed. The room looked brighter and full of love. He felt warm inside as he cuddled up closer to Maxwell. Wes didn't know what year it was. All he knew was that he felt 19 or 20 again. He felt young and free and most importantly loved. His lover of 1 or 2 years was curled around him and all was right in the world.

Maxwell chuckled and kissed Wes' blushing cheeks,''You are magnificent mon chere.''

''Merci William...'' Wes murmured cuddling up to his lover.

Wes let out a content smile as he looked up at the ceiling of their mansion. He felt completely at ease. He could not believe all of the things that William did for him. He simply did not deserve it all. The extravagant banquets and silk sheets and intense lovemaking and so much more. Wesley felt like the luckiest man in the world.

''I love you.'' Wes sighed out blissfully.

''I love you too my pet. More than life itself.'' Maxwell replied kissing his forehead.

All was right with the world for once. Wes was none the wiser as he drifted deeper into this false reality. Into the past where his mind was locked and sealed away under Maxwell's spell. Maxwell trapped him in their honeymoon phase and Wes was none the wiser.

Maxwell's goal was to keep it this way. For eternity if he had it. Nothing made him feel more alive and complete than being loved by Wes. Wes was his life force. He just could not lose him or he would die. Life felt pointless, completely devoid of meaning without his other half.

Maxwell smiled as Wesley went right back to sleep. He was so thankful for his spellbook. Without magic, he wouldn't be nearly as powerful and influential. His power granted him the only person he had ever truly loved and he'd be damned if anyone were to take Wesley away from him. Wes had all but forgotten where he was and the past and Maxwell liked it that way. He grinned as Wes cuddled up close to him. No one would be able to separate them now. It was official. They'd be together forever, in a world that favored him for once.

He chuckled darkly as he made dark ominous clouds swirl over the land that he was the God of. He won. He had officially won. All he had to do was wait for the spell to seep deep into Wesley's subconscious and then they would rule this world together. He felt invincible knowing that he'd have a ruler at his side. A ruler that would follow his every word and never stray from his arms again. He grinned as he thought of how powerful the both of them will be together. Things were only getting started.