Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (_wes_pryce_) wrote in makingamends,
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

After a...not so restful night, I was glad when it finally started to get lighter outside. I'd spend most of the night packing things. Why waste time when you've nothing else to do anyway. Wasted some time on the internet, looking up things that might indicate what we're up against. But I couldn't find anything new. I was tempted to send an e-mail to Willow, but it was such an old address, that I wasn't even certain if it was the right one. Besides, it's not as if we're really old friends and I had no idea what to say. It's odd how we seem to loose touch with Sunnydale unless there's an apocalypse looming around the corner. And vice versa.

I think Faith had that dream again several times during the night. But I wasn't certain. Everytime I went to check on her, she was sleeping and not trashing around on the bed. Which was good, since that would give her wound time to heal. I've very little doubt that stab wound is as good as healed by the time she gets up. Bringing up my hand, I rub it over the scar on my throat. Certainly could've used some of that healing when Justine slit my throat.

So, we're both going to Sunnydale. And we're both looking so very much forward to it. Only not really. The place where both our downfalls began. Hers was a bit faster then my own, granted, but that's where it's all started. That's where the better Slayer and the better Watcher were. The better team, the number one team. While Faith and I were never good enough. Couldn't even come close to being second best. Laughed at, mocked, ridiculed. Can you tell how much I'm looking forward to going there?

But like Faith said. I've nothing better to do. And it was something in her eyes that made me say yes when she asked me to come along. I'm not certain, but I think she's actually afraid to go there. She'll never admit it of course, but she is. Can't say I blame her for that. Though I myself find that I don't really care. It would seem I don't care about much these days. And since no one really needs me here, and I don't have a lot of money for my daily drunken binges, I might as well tag along.

Sipping some morning tea, I lean against the wall and stare out the window. The world is starting to wake up. And when Faith wakes up, we'll have some breakfast and then we'll have the joy of driving over to Sunnydale to tell them the good news. I'm sure they'll be so happy to see me again. Hell. I'm sure they'll be *thrilled* to see Faith again, who should be in jail.

(Open for Faith. Obviously)
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