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applecameron"Going On"
by Apple Cameron, May 20, 2004.
"Fixit" by definition implies Spoiler. Got it? Good.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce opened his eyes.
"Hi," said Willow Rosenberg. Her hair was white.
His mouth tasted like copper. "What?"
She shrugged, then looked to the other end of the room? hall? Wes had no interest in turning his head to find out. Which was good, since he wasn't up to moving anyway. Willow's hands rested on his chest and stomach.
"We're good, Will." That was Xander Harris's voice. "All clear."
He caught the view of her smile from the bottom, an odd perspective, that, then Willow looked back down at him.
"I see...the cavalry arrived after all."
"Yep." She took her hands away, and plucked away some magickal items from a spot just above the base of Wes' sternum. Or maybe it was just lint. "But no horses. Everyone's off slaying." She perked. "There was a dragon."
"Fascinating."
Willow's over-expressive face took on a jovial cast. "And you..." Mockingly stern, "were you trying to kill yourself?"
"Yes," he told her. Short. Honest.
Her face fell. Faces really fall, did you know that? Illyria's never moved. Fred's could open up like spring, at a kind word. The sudden reminder put tears on his cheeks.
A hand dabbed at the moisture. He ignored it, attention focused on an unavoidable question.
"How do you keep going?" She was the right woman to ask, after all.
But it was Xander's voice that answered, softly. "You just keep going. Or, you die. But that doesn't always help." There was the sound of a door opening. "I'll leave you kids for a while."
He cried.
by Apple Cameron, May 20, 2004.
"Fixit" by definition implies Spoiler. Got it? Good.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce opened his eyes.
"Hi," said Willow Rosenberg. Her hair was white.
His mouth tasted like copper. "What?"
She shrugged, then looked to the other end of the room? hall? Wes had no interest in turning his head to find out. Which was good, since he wasn't up to moving anyway. Willow's hands rested on his chest and stomach.
"We're good, Will." That was Xander Harris's voice. "All clear."
He caught the view of her smile from the bottom, an odd perspective, that, then Willow looked back down at him.
"I see...the cavalry arrived after all."
"Yep." She took her hands away, and plucked away some magickal items from a spot just above the base of Wes' sternum. Or maybe it was just lint. "But no horses. Everyone's off slaying." She perked. "There was a dragon."
"Fascinating."
Willow's over-expressive face took on a jovial cast. "And you..." Mockingly stern, "were you trying to kill yourself?"
"Yes," he told her. Short. Honest.
Her face fell. Faces really fall, did you know that? Illyria's never moved. Fred's could open up like spring, at a kind word. The sudden reminder put tears on his cheeks.
A hand dabbed at the moisture. He ignored it, attention focused on an unavoidable question.
"How do you keep going?" She was the right woman to ask, after all.
But it was Xander's voice that answered, softly. "You just keep going. Or, you die. But that doesn't always help." There was the sound of a door opening. "I'll leave you kids for a while."
He cried.