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eloise-bright.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Apr. 1st, 2006 01:21 am)TITLE: The Future
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Wes/Angel
NOTES: 300 words. Set AtS Season 3.
Angel chains up the weapons cupboard while Wesley puts the rarer volumes out of the range of sticky fingers and fizzy drinks.
Fussy parent doesn’t even begin to describe Angel, and in the end Wes has to hide the plethora of parenting manuals in his bookshelves alongside treatises on demons and reference works on apocalyptic prophecies.
It takes threats and cajoling, but finally Angel is persuaded to enroll Connor in a kindergarten. Connor spends his first day dressed up as Batman, and rescues several four-year-old maidens in distress, while Angel has to be forcibly restrained from calling the kindergarten every five minutes to check on him.
It’s Wes who drops him off most often, and picks him up in the afternoons. He gets used to answering to Uncle Wes; Angel started it, and it’s second nature now. Wes likes it, likes being part of a family, something he never dreamed of, but cannot imagine his life without.
It’s Wes who sits up with Angel when Connor catches a particularly nasty cold from kindergarten. Angel is ready to drag him to the ER when Connor’s temperature is one degree higher than normal. It’s Wes who talks him out of it and earns Connor’s eternal love by suggesting they feed him ice lollies to bring down the fever, while keeping him hydrated.
As Connor finally dozes off in his father’s bed in a puddle of melted popsicle, it’s Wes who Angel turns to, exhausted, needing comfort as much as his four-year-old son.
It’s not a surprise; they’ve both known this was coming, the question was simply when.
*~*~*~*
Before, when he slept, Wesley dreamed this future.
When he wakes after the earthquake, the future is nothing but a tiny white coffin, light as baby’s breath, and a father broken by guilt and grief.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Wes/Angel
NOTES: 300 words. Set AtS Season 3.
Angel chains up the weapons cupboard while Wesley puts the rarer volumes out of the range of sticky fingers and fizzy drinks.
Fussy parent doesn’t even begin to describe Angel, and in the end Wes has to hide the plethora of parenting manuals in his bookshelves alongside treatises on demons and reference works on apocalyptic prophecies.
It takes threats and cajoling, but finally Angel is persuaded to enroll Connor in a kindergarten. Connor spends his first day dressed up as Batman, and rescues several four-year-old maidens in distress, while Angel has to be forcibly restrained from calling the kindergarten every five minutes to check on him.
It’s Wes who drops him off most often, and picks him up in the afternoons. He gets used to answering to Uncle Wes; Angel started it, and it’s second nature now. Wes likes it, likes being part of a family, something he never dreamed of, but cannot imagine his life without.
It’s Wes who sits up with Angel when Connor catches a particularly nasty cold from kindergarten. Angel is ready to drag him to the ER when Connor’s temperature is one degree higher than normal. It’s Wes who talks him out of it and earns Connor’s eternal love by suggesting they feed him ice lollies to bring down the fever, while keeping him hydrated.
As Connor finally dozes off in his father’s bed in a puddle of melted popsicle, it’s Wes who Angel turns to, exhausted, needing comfort as much as his four-year-old son.
It’s not a surprise; they’ve both known this was coming, the question was simply when.
*~*~*~*
Before, when he slept, Wesley dreamed this future.
When he wakes after the earthquake, the future is nothing but a tiny white coffin, light as baby’s breath, and a father broken by guilt and grief.
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