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dawnie1970.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 18th, 2004 07:34 pm)Sorry, I posted this before seeing the deadline was up. My bad. Had to edit down from 4,000 words, not easy. :)
Riley stormed into the offices of Angel Investigations. “Can I help you?” Cordelia purred, checking out his good looks.
He barely gave her a glance. “Angel. Where is he?” Riley demanded.
Cordelia shrugged. “Sleeping. Do you need our help?”
Riley shook his head. “I want to talk to Angel about Buffy.“
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Buffy. Anybody notice brunettes around here?”
Wesley walked in from Angel’s office. “My question exactly.” He turned to Riley. “Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Can I be of assistance?”
“Riley Finn. Tell your boss to stop sniffing around Sunnydale. I’m taking care of Buffy now.” Riley said angrily.
Wesley regarded him calmly. “I don’t believe Angel is looking to reinitiate his relationship with Buffy. He has a new life here.”
“Oh.“ said Riley. “Did you ever love someone that you knew would never really love you back? No matter what you did or said to make them happy?” he asked.
“Yes. I have.” Wesley answered softly.
Cordelia looked up from her fashion magazine. “So, are you here to beat up Angel?” she asked curiously.
“No. I don’t know why I came. This isn’t going to change anything.” Riley said in frustration. He turned and left without another word.
Wesley grabbed his coat. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cordy. I’ve got my cell if Angel needs anything.”
Cordy absently nodded, flipping through her magazine.
Wesley caught up with Riley at the elevator. “Are you okay, Mr. Finn?”
Riley grimaced. “Buffy doesn’t love me.”
Wesley blinked. “Oh.” A pause. “Would you like a drink before you go?”
Riley nodded distractedly. Wesley drove them to his apartment and they sat together drinking scotch. Wesley felt unusually relaxed after refilling his glass three times. “I know about unrequited love.“ he confessed. “I’m in love with Angel.”
Riley looked hard at him. “Angel? What the hell is it with that guy?”
“He’s everything I wish I was.” Wesley whispered.
They sat quietly. Riley found himself leaning over and kissing Wesley without having any idea why. Wesley allowed himself to be kissed, desperate to feel that anybody in the entire world actually cared about him. A fumbling of mouths, arms, clothes, and “Let’s go in the bedroom.” quickly followed. Riley thought of Buffy and Wesley thought of Angel, and when it was over they felt empty, used, and sad. Riley reached out to hug him, and Wesley felt more solace in the embrace then he had in the sex. Riley got dressed. “I’ll catch a taxi.“ he said, firmly shutting the door behind him.
Wesley rose and stepped into the shower feeling shame and self-loathing, brutally scrubbing all traces of the liaison off his skin. He leaned his forehead against the cool tiles, heart aching miserably. Will I ever stop making so many mistakes? Will I ever learn?, he wondered. A cruel whisper echoed through his head, sounding eerily like his father. No. You will fail and you will die. Wesley knew the voice was right, and sobbed bitterly.
Riley stormed into the offices of Angel Investigations. “Can I help you?” Cordelia purred, checking out his good looks.
He barely gave her a glance. “Angel. Where is he?” Riley demanded.
Cordelia shrugged. “Sleeping. Do you need our help?”
Riley shook his head. “I want to talk to Angel about Buffy.“
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Buffy. Anybody notice brunettes around here?”
Wesley walked in from Angel’s office. “My question exactly.” He turned to Riley. “Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Can I be of assistance?”
“Riley Finn. Tell your boss to stop sniffing around Sunnydale. I’m taking care of Buffy now.” Riley said angrily.
Wesley regarded him calmly. “I don’t believe Angel is looking to reinitiate his relationship with Buffy. He has a new life here.”
“Oh.“ said Riley. “Did you ever love someone that you knew would never really love you back? No matter what you did or said to make them happy?” he asked.
“Yes. I have.” Wesley answered softly.
Cordelia looked up from her fashion magazine. “So, are you here to beat up Angel?” she asked curiously.
“No. I don’t know why I came. This isn’t going to change anything.” Riley said in frustration. He turned and left without another word.
Wesley grabbed his coat. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cordy. I’ve got my cell if Angel needs anything.”
Cordy absently nodded, flipping through her magazine.
Wesley caught up with Riley at the elevator. “Are you okay, Mr. Finn?”
Riley grimaced. “Buffy doesn’t love me.”
Wesley blinked. “Oh.” A pause. “Would you like a drink before you go?”
Riley nodded distractedly. Wesley drove them to his apartment and they sat together drinking scotch. Wesley felt unusually relaxed after refilling his glass three times. “I know about unrequited love.“ he confessed. “I’m in love with Angel.”
Riley looked hard at him. “Angel? What the hell is it with that guy?”
“He’s everything I wish I was.” Wesley whispered.
They sat quietly. Riley found himself leaning over and kissing Wesley without having any idea why. Wesley allowed himself to be kissed, desperate to feel that anybody in the entire world actually cared about him. A fumbling of mouths, arms, clothes, and “Let’s go in the bedroom.” quickly followed. Riley thought of Buffy and Wesley thought of Angel, and when it was over they felt empty, used, and sad. Riley reached out to hug him, and Wesley felt more solace in the embrace then he had in the sex. Riley got dressed. “I’ll catch a taxi.“ he said, firmly shutting the door behind him.
Wesley rose and stepped into the shower feeling shame and self-loathing, brutally scrubbing all traces of the liaison off his skin. He leaned his forehead against the cool tiles, heart aching miserably. Will I ever stop making so many mistakes? Will I ever learn?, he wondered. A cruel whisper echoed through his head, sounding eerily like his father. No. You will fail and you will die. Wesley knew the voice was right, and sobbed bitterly.
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