Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-04-27 20:50:00 |
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Dark Nights
Who: Wesley and Ami
Where: Wesley's House
When: Tuesday Night
My, how the times change. Literally in this case. The tall, thin blond was a mere 17 years old, yet had seen more than most elderly people. She was once a slayer, and had lived 18 years in the future. Now? She was a normal, shy teenager, living in our time. And after taking weeks, upon weeks, upon weeks to figure out exactly what had happened... it was time for Ami Morrison to start piecing her life back together. And for that to happen? She had to confide in a few people...starting with Wesley Windham-Pryce. She stood at his door, taking a deep, nervous breath... and knocked.
Anyone who had seen Wesley lately could tell that he was depressed. It had a lot to do with trying to get over the death of Narcissa. There was something else, though. Something in the back of his mind that he couldn't put his finger on. Something he couldn't shake. The knock at his door surprised him out of his drunken stupor, though. It was too late to be Molly, and Skylar or Pat would have called first. So, who was it. He got up and walked to the door and opened it. "Can I help you?" he asked.
Holy CRAP. Wes looked like someone ate him, shit him out, then stepped in him and scraped him up the sidewalk. "Wesl- er... Sir? My name is Ami Morrison... and I really need to talk to you."
Kind of like deja-vu, when something dings in the back of your mind but you just don't know what. "Yes, of course," he said. He stepped away from the door to let her inside. At least he'd know if she were a vampire or not by if she walked inside.
She walked in, feeling more uncomfortable than she'd ever felt in her life. "Trust me... the things I'm about to tell you... I'm WAY more weirded out than you're gonna be."
He blinked at her. "I suppose I'll have to take your word on that for right now. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"
She winced cutely, her nose wriggling. "No offense sir, but I'm 17, and I don't think I should have anything that you've been drinking tonight."
"I was thinking more along the lines of a glass of water or tea. I wouldn't give you what I've been having unless you were at least 21," he told her.
"Oh thank god... not EVERYTHING has changed then..." she sat down, sighing. "Promise me that.. no matter how ridiculous this sounds, you won't think Im insane."
"You'd be amazed at how many times I've heard that," he said, sitting down as well. If he were insane, his life would be a lot easier.
"Well... you're, kindasorta like my grandpa." She winced, knowing this would sound odd, since he was only maybe 15-20 years her elder, tops.
He tilted his head at her a tad. "Now that is an explanation that I'd like to hear, since I don't have a daughter."
He tilted his head at her a tad. "Now that is an explanation that I'd like to hear, since I don't have a daughter."
"Right. Well... Christ I wish Andrew knew who the hell I was now... he'd understand this..." she mumbled to herself. "Ok. I know you don't know much about comic books... so I'm gonna try to make this sound as un-stupid as possible."
"Alright, I'm listening," Wesley told her, relaxing into the sofa a little bit. He had the feeling that this was going to be a long story.
"Remember when you helped kill that master vampire a few months back?" She asked, already cursing herself for how lame it sounded.
He nodded. "How could I forget? Pat and I went in there together because he killed Skylar's Watcher, Narcissa. I was also about to propose to her."
"Well... this is where it gets weird. It didn't happen how you remember it. Or at least... it didn't originally. Look... things are messed up now. And it's all my fault. I'm.... I'm technically from 18 years from now."
"So, you are from the future, and things didn't happen the way I remember them?" This did sound strange, even for him.
"Look... my name is Ami Morrison. Ami... well... I tell people my parents wanted to give me a pretty Japanese name. But it's short for Amidala. Try that one on." She sighed, shaking her head. My mom was your slayer."
"The closest thing to a Slayer that I had died in Sunnydale," he told her. "She was only a potential. It was before we did the spell. I was only recently reassigned a new Slayer. Who was your mother?"
"Wow. Ok. Let me backtrack a little. First of all... I understand that there's no way for you to remember any of this, no matter how well explain it. Mostly because now, except for in my memories... none of it HAPPENED. But because you WERE there... something in this, when I explain it... should just... feel right." The blond felt like her head would explode. "Ok. Let's say you were going to set your VCR to record a show. And the channel had a screw up. The VCR would still record... but it would record something other than what it was SUPPOSED to."
Wesley kind of felt like his head was going to explode as well, but that could easily be from the fact that this girl's explanation wasn't making sense to him, or the fact that he was starting to get a hangover. "Let's pretend I understand that. My VCR recorded the wrong channel."
"No... it recorded the right channel... but the channel played a show it wasn't supposed to." She felt like she was on the verge of getting him to understand. "Now switch that to real life. I came back in time, to warn you all about something that was going to make the future a hell. But I got carried away, and told too many people. And prevented too many fated things from happening. And now, the 'channel' that is real life is playing a different show."
"So, by preventing the future that was your world from happening, you created a future that wasn't supposed to happen?" He shook his head, trying to wrap his head around this. "Fair enough. Why should I believe you?"
"Because right now, the only reason time itself, and therefore all of existence, is still moving and didn't completely unravel like a ball of yarn, is because a girl who loved me, you, and her wife more than anything left this world to hold the strings of time together and save us all." She sighed, trying not to cry of a mix of sadness and sheer frustration. "And we owe her this much."
What Wesley wanted to do most of all was crawl into some alcoholic haze and not come out until the morning. However, something about all of this *felt* right. He just couldn't quite put his finger on just what it was, though. "Let's say I believe you. What can be done about all of this?"
"Nothing, actually." She sighed, making a wince on her face. "It's just.... things have changed. And its MY fault. And I need to be able to rely on some other people... to keep from losing my mind."
"I see," he said. "Where are you staying right now?"
"I've been staying at a motel about 20 minutes from the high school. I'll... get it together eventually, but for now it's all I can really afford." She said, looking into his eyes. "Please... you have to believe me, sir..."
"You shouldn't be staying in a place like that." What he was about to say wasn't really normal for him at all, but something told him that he could trust this girl. "Would you like to stay here instead? It should help with the 'getting it together.'"
"You shouldn't be staying in a place like that." What he was about to say wasn't really normal for him at all, but something told him that he could trust this girl. "Would you like to stay here instead? It should help with the 'getting it together.'"
"Are you sure about that? I mean... I know you, and trust you implicitly... but you don't know ME. And having a young blond girl suddenly living with you? I don't want people to think you're a pedo or something..." she was rambling a little, slightly panicked. "And my mom... well... one of them, anyway... her name was Gwen."
"I'm not terribly worried about what people think of me," Wesley said to her. "If you wanted to hurt me, you would have done so already." Gwen...that name rang some bell in his head. "I think Skylar was thinking of naming her daughter that," he muttered, more to himself than anything.
"Figures..." she said with a sad smile. "Skylar's my... well... other mom, I guess you'd say. It's weird, sir... the way things SHOULD be, well... Gwen was your Slayer. Skylar was just a normal girl. And *I* was a Slayer."
"It's hard to imagine Skylar as anything but a Slayer," Wesley told her. "I wish there was some way to fix this. I keep feeling like something's missing from my life that should be here."
"It's Gwen. Like I said... there's nothing that can change things, or make you remember her... but you can still feel the emptiness not having her leaves behind. She was like a daughter to you. Where I'm from? I even called you Grandpa."
"Grandpa? Now that is a name that I never thought of hearing myself called," Wesley admitted to her. "The one time I tried to get married...." He looked down at his feet and sighed.
"Yeah. Well... I tried my best to stop that from happening... but we still didn't get you there in time." She thought about it, sighing. "Now I understand.... sometimes... if something is meant to happen, all the preparation in the world can't prevent it."
"I suppose not," Wesley said with another sigh. "You really shouldn't be staying in some motel, and, honestly, I believe my neighbors already think I'm insane, so don't worry about that."
"Well..." She hated this, as it made her feel like a total weirdo, but she had to admit, it made a lot of things easier. "It DOES make it easier if I don't have to lie about having an actual address..."
"Good." Of course, he wasn't just doing this for her. He felt more at ease with her around, too. He didn't like the hole that he was crawling into, and, maybe, with someone else around, maybe he could crawl his way back out of it.
"You can't tell Skylar, Sir. No matter what... if I decide eventually that she can know, fine... but I've decided only certain people can be told about this without completely mucking everything up again." She was sounding a bit panicked, which was oddly cute as it made her voice crack.
He nodded. "She's got plenty on her plate right now, anyway." She was pregnant, after all, possibly with this girl, if everything would still go that way. "I'm sorry I don't remember any of this. Almost feels like I should."
"Nobody will remember. I think the most we can hope for is, well..." the blond thought, pursing her lips. "Hoping that sometimes things will just FEEL right."
"I do feel better having you around, for whatever that might mean," he told her.
"I just feel so... useless now. I used to be a Slayer. Now I failed my mission, I'm not even a Slayer anymore, and everything's... excuse my language, all effed up." She grumbled to herself.
"It does sound like everything is messed up," he said to her. "However, you're still here. That means that there is something left for you to do. You do still have a chance to fix things as much as they can be fixed."
"A-Alright..." she said, forcing a smile. "I guess I'll go get my things, then. And I swear, if things get weird, or if you need to be alone, just tell me, and I'm gone."
"I'll let you know," he told her. If anything, she would be the one to leave, though. He doubted he would send away any sort of company now.