Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-06-05 19:18:00 |
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Current location: | Streets of LA |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | narcissa mareau, wesley wyndam pryce |
Because, Occcasionally, Time Can be Good to You
Who: Wesley and Narcissa
Where: Streets of Vegas, Outside of the Lucky Charms Casino
When: June 12, Afternoon
Wesley looked like the typical lost tourist in Vegas: he was standing around, mostly surrounded by casinos, and was looking at a map while trying to figure out just where the hell he was supposed to be. Unfortunately, this map was obviously written by either a neanderthal or just an evil wizard hoping to confuse him, because he couldn't make heads or tails of it.
She'd been following him for a good week or two now, really. Since the whole fiasco with Kronos had thrown the timestream briefly together, and she'd ended up here. It hadn't taken too much effort to figure out what had happened to her, and how things were between them here. Well. Interesting. Where SHE came from, the two were never more than good friends, who couldn't be together since Wesley was married. She looked at the differences here as, well, a blessing for her. She'd pulled her blood-red hair into a ponytail, thrown on her favorite skintight Misfits shirt, strapped on her knee-high Docs, and snapped on her favorite spiked leather choker. With an evil little grin, she'd followed him to... well. Being lost, apparently. Some things never changed, apparently. Why not now then, hm? "You really don't know HOW to read a damn map, do ya, Wes?" She cracked up, that laugh just as sweet-yet-wicked as he remembered.
Wesley went completely stiff when he heard that voice behind him, his fingers nearly ripping through the thin paper of the map out of shock. He shut his eyes for a second. "I really am going out of my mind, aren't I?" he muttered to himself, not really believing what he was hearing.
"As tempting as it is to pretend you're hearing voices, or that I'm some ghost... even I'm not THAT damn mean." Yes... behind him stood none other than Narcissa Mareau. Alive and well. And still a bitch. "Face it, Tiger... you just hit the god damn jackpot."
Actually, he occasionally had dreams that were just like this, which was why he had thought he was starting to lose it, but whatever. He finally turned around, and actually poked her in the shoulder softly to make sure that she wasn't incorporeal. Realizing that she wasn't, the first thing that he did was hug her, tightly. "How are you here?" he asked, still holding onto her for dear life.
"Well... let me start by saying one thing: aren't you glad all this timestream crap is finally over?" She gave a lopsided grin, sheer mischeif reflected in those eyes. Obviously, she was enjoying the chaos behind all this.
"It is?" Apparently he had missed something along those lines. His mind had just been focused elsewhere, on things like training and moving and such. "It is a bit of a relief I guess."
"All these kids coming from the future and such... I guess a few people slipping back and forth sideways wasnt gonna really get noticed by anyone..." And that was it, really. "At first I was kinda pissed to get shifted here, until I found out you weren't dumb enough to get married HERE."
It was then that it hit him that this wasn't Narcissa who had died but Narcissa from another dimension. She was still the same person, obviously (very obviously, by what she said), but apparently HE wasn't. "I was married?" he asked, confused. "To who?"
"Wes? Trust me when I say I don't get it. Never did, never will. Decent lady, but NO chemistry there at all. We flirted all the time. But nooo... you had to be all noble and everything and not leave her. Well, unless I'm mistaken, you're fair game here." Because of course, that would be the most important thing on her mind after being SENT TO A NEW WORLD. Nice, Cissa.
"Um...yeah, I suppose I'm 'fair game,' as you say." Him and Liz had split up since he had to move with Gwen, but she was under contract at the hospital. "I just...I guess I can't picture myself really married to anyone but you," he admitted.
"Because clearly, even here nobody rocks quite as hard as I do. Because seriously, Wes." She motioned over her body with a hand. "I'm HOT. And probably the sexiest thing that'll ever fall for your dorky ass."
"I'm apparently a dolt where you're from," Wesley said, "because, here, I already knew that." Both that she was 'hot' and that she was the best he'd ever had. Sorry to Liz, but apparently SOMEONE still carried a torch.
And that was, truthfully, probably why Wes and Liz never fully connected. He'd never been able to let go of Narcissa, and everyone, even Gwen and Skylar, knew it deep down. "So... things seem to be fairly similar here... you and Morrison still paired up here?"
He nodded. "I actually work with another Slayer as well, a girl named Molly." He had picked her up while Gwen was away and had never stopped training with her, either. This was why he was kind of a workaholic.
"Really. Well damn. And I hear Morrison's girl is a Slayer here? Another shocker... she was just a cute little singer where I'm from." Oh yeah. Apparently Cissa wasn't QUITE up on EVERYTHING...
"Not actually Gwen's girl, anymore," Wesley said with a cringe. "But yes, Skylar is a Slayer as well, and marrying a man. We've got some catching up to do, apparently."
"This is sheer, total chaos, really. I bloody well love it." She snickered with that old, familiar glint in her eyes. "You know I've been following you for a couple weeks now?"
"Really? Why didn't you approach me before now then?" he asked her. He wasn't really sure why she would have waited a few weeks to come up to him.
"Because I needed to see how similar you were to the Wesley I knew. I wanted to make sure you weren't different. Mean, or indifferent, or a bloody serial killer or something. Don't look at me like that, things can be different!" She let out a loud, cute laugh there.
He nodded. "Suppose you're right about that. I could technically be anything. I suppose we're lucky that we're so similar then." Well, to their other selves, that is. "How on earth did I marry someone other than you again?"
"You were with her before I even came around. Oh, I'm not going to sugarcoat anything... she bloody well hated me. She knew we had sexual tension you could bludgeon a sodding baby seal with..." Ah... that way with words she so infamously had. Somehow? She was like faintly similar to Gwen in that way.
"I can only imagine," he said to her, reaching over and hugging her again. He couldn't help it. He actually had her back! "I...I can't believe it's really you!"
"Well... it is. So stop blubbering and kiss me already, will you?" She crossed her arms defiantly over her breasts, her body language almost challenging him.
He did just that, leaning forward and planting one right on her. God he had missed her!