018 wesley drabbles

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Title: Wesley
Author: divadea
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Prompt: 018 Wesley
Characters/Pairing: Wesley, Illyria, Gunn, Angel, Buffy
Note: This is five sequential drabbles that continue from this story by 

not_purrrfect.
 

 

The pain was nearly unbearable. Then came numbness and the proverbial “life flashing before eyes.” Odd, the things you remember when you’re about to kick the bucket. Hehe, kick the bucket. It all seemed funny now, even the myriad of pictures swirling about in his mind’s eye. Fred, Angel. Lilah, Cordelia, Spike, Illyria. Buffy, Giles. Faith.

His eyes popped open to the sound of his own chortle, and he felt a rush of cold, starting at his eyebrows and spreading downward throughout his body. He sat up and peered in confusion at the crystal blue eyes in front of him.

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But how did you…?

 

I have power still.

 

Since when do you care about the condition of the human race?

 

She looked at Wesley curiously.

I am confined to this body now, bound to  this earth. My powers are so much less than they were, and my army is dead and gone. I do not wish to perish on this day, and the other humans, the ones you call friends, would grieve you the way you grieve she who once inhabited this frail body. I could not stand to witness all that grief. We must go to the meeting place. 
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All right! I knew you’d pull through, English. In surprisingly better condition than me, I might add. I figured you’d make mincemeat of that old sorcerer. What was he, about a hundred and three? Bet all you had to do was put an axe through one of those weird-ass feeding tubes.

 

Well, actually, I…

 

And the blue diva, too. Can’t say I’m unhappy to see you alive.

 

As the sky darkened and the rain pelted, Wesley looked up and felt a power surge through his being. He thought he might just be able to handle the 90,000 on the right.

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Wesley instinctively thrust out his right hand and deftly caught the sword Angel tossed. This was no skirmish, but rather an all-out hack-and-slash clash between all things good and all things evil. And despite his ambiguous past, Wes felt up to representing all things good in this one. He dodged between blood-lusting creatures and imagined his future – writing his memoirs, perhaps, with Illyria asking him what purpose it served. He slashed with his sword and crushed with an elbow. Glancing up, he saw his friends, superheroes, blasting through the throng of fiends and knew they would win this battle.

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So she brought him back from the edge of death when she knew he wouldn’t survive the battle? Don’t you think that was a little cruel, giving him hope like that, telling him the world needed him?

 

The world did need him, Buffy. There were too many of them for just us. If Wes hadn’t been there…

 

You might be gone.

 

The two sat in silence, thinking of all the friends they’d lost over the years. Buffy had liked Wesley OK, really she had. But if Illyria hadn’t… and if Angel had…

 

Well, she didn’t like to think about that.

Comments

[boy-named-susie.livejournal.com]

I have to echo Kelly here and say I really liked how you changed voices to tell the story. Gave it a unique form, but it also worked really well as a technique for telling this story. Really well done.

[divadea.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much. I'm struggling with my writing, and I appreciate the comments a lot!