Continued from hereGiles looked down at the plate of eggs Wesley had handed it. He was impressed to see the yolk was still in tact. Not many people with such little experience could manage that. Taking the jam and butter from Wesley, Giles went and sat down at the table.The spent their breakfast discussing the translations Wesley needed help on. It was nothing like Giles had translated before, and he was actually quite intrigue to get to work on them. After they were finished with their breakfast, and the dishes were cleaned off, they went out to Wesley's car and went to the firm."Don't forget to give the biscuits to Fred, love," Giles said as he followed Wesley to his office."Did I hear my name?"Giles turned around and smiled as he watched Fred walk up. "Good morning, Fred," he said with a smile. "How are you?""I'm good, thanks. Now, did I hear you had something for me?" she asked with a grin.
Wesley was so happy that Rupert was going to work with him. He hated to admit it, but part of him was still a tad unsettled about working at Wolfram and Hart, especially after what had happened the other night, finding out what Lorne had allowed them to do. If given enough time, would the Senior Partners get to all of them? Find their weaknesses and exploit them, drawing them in and not letting them go?It seemed it had already happened to Gunn. It had happened to Lorne, even though they had saved him. God only knew what Eve was telling Angel behind closed doors.So having Rupert there felt like the grounding he needed to make sure that he didn't allow himself to get pulled in, no matter what they threw his way.When the reached his office, he was nodding at his lover's reminder when he heard Fred's voice and looked up, smiling at the way she was asking what they had got for her. "Well, considering everything you did putting up with Purple Pan and Wendy the other night..." He held up the bag of chocolate chip cookies he had purchased for her."Oh! My favorite!" she squealed, taking the bag from him. "Thank you!""You're welcome," he told her as they walked into his office. Fred opened the bag and took one out, taking a bite."Oh, these are wonderful. Would you two like one?" she asked.Wesley shook his head and glanced over at her as he set his bag down on the desk. "No, that's quite all right. We already ate--Dad?" His eyes widened as they locked on the man that had just stepped into the office behind Fred."Dad? Okay, is this left over from the other night because that's a really, really creepy nickname for you to be calling me--.""I do believe he's referring to me," the man who had just walked in said, causing Fred to spin around. "Roger Wyndam-Pryce." He glanced over at the other man in the room, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Hello, Rupert."
Giles chuckled over how excited Fred got about chocolate chips cookies. In a way, she reminded him a lot of Willow. When she offered him one, he shook his head. "I'm quite full from the wonderful breakfast Wesley made me," he said with a smile. He was about to go over to Wesley's desk when he noticed movement by the door. Turning, his mouth about dropped open when he saw Roger standing there."Roger," he lowly said to the other man.There was a slight pause before Roger tutted."It would seem manners still isn't my son's strong point," Roger said, looking at Fred. "You would think he would introduce you to me.""Oh! I'm Winifred Burkle," Fred said, shaking Roger's hand.While they were talking, Giles found himself walking to stand by Wesley. He took a protective step forward. Fred and Roger finished their conversation, and Fred left the office. The elder Wyndam-Pryce turned around and looked at the two men before him."Why isn't this a surprise?" Roger sniffed as he glanced at Rupert. "I was told you left your position because you wanted to move to Los Angeles. I should've known it was because of my son. He had such a bright future until you corrupted him, Rupert."Giles took another step forward and narrowed his eyes. "If you're here to speak with me, then speak to me and leave Wesley out of it," he growled."Oh no. I'm not here to see you, Rupert. You're nothing to me anymore," Roger said as he turned his gaze to Wesley. "I'm actually here to speak with Wesley. Preferably in private."
Wesley had been so shocked to see his father standing there that it wasn't until he chided him for his manners that he had realized how remiss he had been in not introducing Fred. Although part of him didn't want Fred anywhere near him. He didn't want any of his friends anywhere near him.And he certainly didn't want Rupert near him, especially when he started poking at him with his snide comments. As he spoke, Wesley found his hand curling into a fist, but when his father turned to him, he found that he couldn't do what he wanted. He couldn't push him out of the office and tell him to shove off because no matter what, this was still his father.But even if he couldn't do that, he wasn't going to let him push Rupert out of his life either. Not again. "Wh--whatever you have to say, you can say in front of him," he managed to tell him. "Rupert and I don't have any secrets. No--not any more."Glancing from Wesley to Rupert, his father let out a loud sigh and shrugged. "Have it your way." He walked over to the couch and sat down, making himself comfortable. Wesley stared at him, wondering what in the world could have brought him all the way here from England when they had barely even spoken in the last few years."Is...Mum's all right?" he asked before cringing inwardly at how lame he sounded even asking after his own mother."She's fine. Sturdy as ever," Roger replied. "I'm sure you know from your--erm, from Rupert, that the Watcher's Council has been reformed. Since we've lost so many of our rank for different reasons..." He shot Rupert a look, and Wesley felt anger burning down inside him. "I've been sent to evaluate whether you should be offered a position in the new Council.""You're saying the Council wants me back? How convenient this comes after Rupert decides to tender his resignation and move here.""The Council is giving you a chance to clear your name...our name, boy."Wesley shook his head. "No. I'm happy here.""You can't be serious," Roger said with a unamused chuckle as he rose from the couch. "Happy here? At Wolfram and Hart, the haven of evil?""No. Happy here with Rupert."
Giles felt his anger rise to the surface when he saw what having Roger in the room was doing to Wesley. It sickened him to know that this was the man who'd terrorized Wesley most of his life, and he wanted nothing more than to throttle the self-serving bastard into a bloody pulp. But, he couldn't do that. Not in front of Wesley. Perhaps Giles could get Roger into a darken hallway and teach him a lesson or two.Instead, Giles stood and listened as Roger basically offered Wesley a job at the Council. He wasn't stupid, and neither was Wesley, and both of them had seen through it. Roger's offer had nothing to do with the Council wanting Wesley back. He'd probably pulled some strings to get Wesley his job back in order to keep him away from Giles."Ah, yes, my son the poof. You broke your mother's heart you know. She was rather looking forward to have grandchildren, but she won't know because you rather be with another man. Of course it is her fault for babying you so much when you were little. All of the punishment I gave out, she reversed as soon as she found out about it. Children like you should be ruled with an iron fist.""Yes, terrorizing your child and locking them in closets and under the stairs is a wonderful way to teach them a lesson. You're nothing but a barbaric," Giles hissed.Roger turned and gave him a smirk. "Yes, and you know so much about parenthood. You couldn't even control a sixteen-year-old, or her friends. Tell me, Rupert, how is Miss Rosenberg fairing these days? Has she killed anyone lately? Raised anyone from the dead?" he asked.Giles was about to lung forward and snap Roger's neck when the office door opened and Lorne stuck his head in. "Hey cupcakes! Freddles caught herself a cyborg and was wondering if the two of you wanted to come watch her dissect it."
When his father called him a poof, Wesley felt his heart seize in his chest. He knew he shouldn't care what he said, not after everything he had done to him, all the ways he had never measured up to his impossible standards, no matter what he had done. But he couldn't help it - this was his father, and for so long, he had wanted nothing more than his love and approval. Old habits died very hard.Even after so long away.The fact that he was so...homophobic, that he couldn't accept that Wesley was in love with Rupert and wanted to be with him, hurt more than anything he had ever said to him over the years. No because it was against him, but because it included Rupert. Because each of his barbs were aimed at the man he loved just as much as - or even more than - at him. He felt his fingernails beginning to bite into the skin of his palm.Then he went to far and blamed Rupert for what had happened to Willow.Before he could react, though, Lorne came in. Wesley looked at Rupert and took a deep breath. "Wh-where did it come from?""Guy Angel was meeting with this morning. Thing totally went screwy, and he came home with Data's ancestor.""I'd like to see this," he said, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Rupert, you've had some experience with robots and such, haven't you? Based on what Willow told us last year. Maybe you might recognize something about it?"He then looked over at his father, realizing that his fist was still clenched and not about to relax any time soon. "Since you...since I'm not interested in your offer--.""I'd rather like to stay and see this place of yours, actually. I can still make my recommendation to the Council, no matter what misguided decision you make."Wesley bit his tongue at that. "Suit yourself," he said as he headed toward the door to go to the lab.
Giles wasn't going to be nice to Roger. This was the prat who'd been there with Travers when they called and fired him from the Council. It was Roger's idea to put the call on speaker phone so the entire board could have a good laugh. He sometimes wished Roger wasn't a senior member of the Council or he would've fired him the moment the Council was handed over to him."Yes. We, uh, we worked with a robot actually," he said, not wanting to say they tried to fool the vampire population with a robot after Buffy died, especially not in front of Roger. "I'd like to see it and see what it is."When Roger made his last barb, Giles narrowed his eyes at the elder Wyndam-Pryce and then followed Wesley out of the office. He saw Roger was following them up to the lab and Giles' angry started to boil over as they stepped inside. Angel, Spike, and Fred were all there, along with the little weasel Knox.Giles looked at the thing on the table. "Was it human?" he asked, looking up at Fred."We think so. The nervous system seems human at least, but the rest of the technology is so foreign to us. We can't be sure of anything right now. This thing really blurs the line between human and robot," Fred said just as Spike made some comment about humans and robots having sex."Interesting. And what's this?" Giles asked pointing at a circular device in the cyborg's stomach."We don't know. That's why we asked Wesley and you to come up here," Fred said."Well, Wesley's the language expert, not me," Giles said, smiling at his lover and taking a step away from the table so he could look at.
While Spike and his father had an apparent reunion of sorts, Wesley looked over at Rupert before stepping up to look at device in the cyborg's stomach. He examined the pattern for a moment, his brow furrowing."Wesley handles this stuff all the time. He's a genius when it comes to language," Fred said, echoing Rupert's assertion. He wanted to give them both a hug for their support but instead focused on what he was trying to interpret."Yes, well, the academy didn't make him head boy for nothing," his father said, causing Wesley to pause for a moment. Was his father actually giving him a compliment? "Mind you, as I recall, the pickings were a bit slim that year."Of course not. Wesley swallowed against the lump in his throat while his hand throbbed. He tried to concentrate on the symbols on the device. "The pattern indicates a Hellenic derivation. I'd say early Moracian, in fact. It's a directive of some sort, a battle prayer... or a binding spell." Reaching in, he carefully pushed aside a bit of flesh that was obscuring his view. "I'll need to prepare some sort of effective counter spell..."Just then the device started beeping, causing all of them to jump back."What did you do?" Roger immediately accused."Unless I'm very much mistaken, I've just activated the bomb," Wesley realized, his heart and stomach sinking.There was some panic as they tried to get everyone to evacuate the room to safety before he could examine the device again and try to diffuse it. However, before he could do so, his father had reached into the cyborg's stomach cavity and tripped something to stop the beeping. Everything looked at him in amazement."These symbols were, in fact, Dutrovic in origin, not Moracian, as you surmised," his father told him, quite calmly, quite matter-of-factly, quite condescendingly. "When interpreted correctly, these symbols spell out the proper procedure for handling the cyborg's power core, including this fail-safe, in case someone trips the self-destruct device. Quite simple really.""Yes, of course," Wesley said, his fists clenching together again. "Fred, perhaps my father would be of better help to you than me right now."With that, he left the lab, wanting to find somewhere to hide, wishing for the first time in his life that he actually could find a cupboard under some stairs somewhere.
The more Roger talked, the more Giles wanted to throttle him. His barb at Wesley being the Head Boy almost earned him a fist to the jaw, but before Giles could react, the bomb in the cyborg started to go off. He took a hold of Fred's arm and pulled her toward the door of the lab. He knew he wasn't going to leave the lab without Wesley with him. Even if he had to drag him out of there.Suddenly, the beeping stopped and Giles looked over at Roger. His eyes narrowed as the older man was once again rude to Wesley. He turned and watched Wesley leave the lab. Part of him wanted to run after him but his was too anger to. Instead, he reached over for Roger and grabbed him before slamming him against the wall."Lets get something straight right now. This is Wesley's place of work. You have no right to come in here, and treat him like he's nothing. If you want to belittle someone, then I suggest you find something else because you will not continue this. Understood?" Giles growled as he pinned Roger against the wall."How nice. My son's boyfriend has to protect him. I wonder what he'd think if he knew you were acting like he's a weakling?" Roger asked with a grin.Giles released him and leveled his gaze at him. "Leave him alone. This is your only warning," he said before leaving the lab.The first person Giles saw was Gunn. "Have you seen Wesley?" he asked."I saw him going toward the library. Fourth floor and at the end of the hallway," Gunn said before going into the lab.Giles ran up to the fourth floor and easily found the library. There were a few people in it and he walked through, finding an alcove toward the back. "Wesley?" he asked as he sat down next to his love. "All right, love?"
Wesley hadn't really paid attention to where he had ended up, just walking without thinking about it. He wasn't surprised when he had ended up in the library, though. Libraries had always been his refuge when he was growing up - the place were he had hidden, reading for hours, trying to lose himself and forget the hell his father made his life.He headed toward the back and into one of the alcoves, where he sat down, sitting forward and resting his head in his hands. It figured that his father would choose now to pop back into his life. Now. When he was happy with his life. Or at least when he was happy with his personal life. Sure, there were still things about working here that unsettled him, but it was his life, and he was making his choices, and he was needed.At least, he thought he was.But now, his father was there, making him second guess himself and his knowledge.He felt Rupert's presence when he entered the alcove, and when he sat down, asking how he was, he leaned over, resting against his lover and sighing softly. "I don't know," he whispered. "I swore to myself that I wouldn't let him get to me, not after what he did to us, what he made me do, but now he's here and..." He sighed and shook his head. "I just want him out of our life. I'm never going to go back there, not after what happened and not when you've moved here to be with me."He looked up at Rupert and gave him a gentle smile. "I love you, you know. No matter what my father tries to say about us. I'll always love you."
Giles felt his heart break at how hurt Wesley was. He couldn't believe Roger could still do this to him. He knew what Roger had put Wesley through when he was a child. But, Wesley was an adult now and Roger needed to leave him alone. Wesley was a grown man, and was much more of a man than Roger would ever be."I know, love," he said as he wrapped his arms around Wesley. "I've never doubted your feelings for me. Not even after what your father said."Part of him wanted to hide in the alcove with Wesley, just so his lover wouldn't have to face Roger again. But, he also knew it wasn't healthy for Wesley to hide away from the world. "We should probably get back to your office incase Fred needs us again," he said with a small frown. "I'm sure you don't want to go down there but we should."Giles leaned forward and softly kissed Wesley's lips. "I'll be there with you," he murmured. "And you don't have to worry about your father. I might have told him off, and pushed him against a wall after you left the lab."
"You did what?" Wesley asked, pulling back slightly from the kiss and looking his lover in the eye. He could see the glint of protectiveness there, and while part of him wished that Rupert hadn't done that - putting himself in the middle of this - part of him couldn't help but love him for wanting to help him. "You do realize that probably pissed him off."He suddenly grinned a bit. "And I'm rather glad for that. Come on, let's go back to the office. You're right - I can't let him keep from working; otherwise, I'm just proving him right."Standing up, he took Rupert's hand to draw him up. Together, they headed back to his office. When they arrived, they found Angel waiting, wanting to know what exactly had happened. Wesley looked over at Rupert then explained the situation."Well, don't worry about what happened for now. Fathers and sons can be torture sometimes. You should see this, though," Angel said when he finished, handing him a report. "Came from your department. Reports of assassins that sound a lot like our cyborg."Flipping open the report, Wesley furrowed his brow as he read it over. "Group of them took out a demon cabal in Jakarta. Another group destroyed the Tanmar Death Chamber. Sounds like they're doing our work for us."That caused silence to fall over the office for a moment. "These are good guys?" Angel finally asked."I don't know. I should reference this with the markings we found, find some clues as to their origin." He looked over at Rupert. He knew his father was good at this sort of thing, but he'd be damned if he was going to willingly put himself in the same room as that man for an extended period of time. "It's a lot of material to go through - I could do it faster if you'd help me, love."
Rupert was glad Wesley had agreed to go back to his office, instead of staying in the library. He knew if Wesley refused to work, his father would see it as a sign of weakness, and he didn't want to give Roger anymore reasons to be cruel to his son.When he saw Angel standing there, he sighed, not knowing if he rather be in the same room with the vampire or Wesley's father. Ignoring Angel, he went to stand by Wesley and looked at the file. "I can help you with this," he said with a nod. "I think we'll be able to find something out."He was curious as the what the cyborgs were up to. Killing off demons did sound like they were on their side, but Giles was still weary as to the reasons why. If they were on the same side as Angel, whatever side he was on, then why wouldn't they just come to the firm and tell them that?After Angel had left the room, Giles went over to the row of source books and picked one up. He'd never used one before and felt rather silly whispering to a book, even though he'd spoken to books before. Once he'd whispered what he wanted, Giles opened the book and watched as the text appeared.He went over to the couch and sat down, and started to read the text, while jotting down some notes. He was almost to the bottom of the page when he heard someone clear their throat."Ignoring me now?" Roger asked, looking at the two men. "I heard you two are researching the cyborgs, and I'm here to help."If it were up to Giles, Roger would be flying out the window, but it wasn't his office so he sighed and looked over at Wesley.
As he and Rupert began researching the markings together, Wesley found himself finally beginning to relax a bit. Despite the way things had started between them in Sunnydale, they had come to do well researching together, and it had become a comfortable thing between them. Of course, it had often led to other things between them...or not between as the case might have been, but still, researching with Rupert had been something Wesley had most enjoyed about his work with the Scoobies, and it was nice to be able to do it again.While Rupert started reading through what he had called up in a source book, Wesley called up another text and set to work himself, settling on the couch next to his lover. The first text didn't seem to be of any use, though, so he was considering another book to call up when suddenly the door opened, and his father walked in, giving them a disapproving look as he announced that he was there to help.His neck muscles starting to bunch again, Wesley pursed his lips together as he looked up at him. "We're doing fine on our own, thank you, Father," he told him. Closing the book in his lap, he raised it up to his lips. "The Saitama Codex." When he opened it back up as the text inside changed over, he could see his father inching over out of the corner of his eye."What did you just do?""These are source books, uh, templates," he told him. "Um, I use them to call forth material in our archives."So, you can simply call forth anything as powerful as the Saitama Codex?"He could feel the tenseness in his neck starting to spread to his head. "Yeah, the archive is extensive. We have, well, almost any text you can think of.""Do you realize how dangerous these books are?" his father asked. "And you have them displayed...open on a table."Wesley wanted to hit back with a sarcastic comment but bit his tongue. "The most powerful items in my department I keep secure in a vault." He looked over at Rupert. "I know what I'm doing, father."
Giles wonder if Roger remembered anything he'd said to him earlier about leaving Wesley alone. It didn't seem like he did considering he was now standing in Wesley's office, badgering him about his source books. Roger was lucky his son was in the room also, or Giles wouldn't thrown him out the window."Roger..." he started.The older man looked at him and raised his eyebrows. "Ah, yes, Rupert, I forgot to give you a message. The blonde out front said you had a message from Buffy's little sister. What is her name? You know, the one that was made and should've been killed but you were too attached to do so."Giles' fists clenched at his side and he lowered his gaze. "Her name is Dawn. And if you ever speak of in that manner again, I will send you out the bleeding window!" he growled before looking at Wesley. "I need to see what she needs. I promised she could call me if she needed anything."He leaned over and softly kissed Wesley on the cheek, not caring if Roger was there and quickly left the room. Giles was almost to the front desk when several men, dressed in black, rushed the lobby. His first instinct was to go back to Wesley's office but one of the men cornered him and the only option he had was to fight.
When his father suddenly conveniently recalled that he had a message to give Rupert, Wesley narrowed his eyes, wondering what he was up to. Roger Wyndam-Pryce didn't forget anything. Either he had purposely decided to wait to give the message or was making it up, he wasn't sure which. He kept his mouth shut until Rupert had left the room, leaning into his lover's kiss on his cheek.Before he could say anything to his father, however, he was going on about the lock on his vault."I sure you, Father, that--."He wasn't able to finish because at that moment, the lights went out in the office and an alarm began sounding. Wesley immediately rushed toward the door to find out what was going on."Does this sort of thing happen often around here?" his father asked."I think we should--DOWN!" he yelled when he saw the figure coming in through the door to his office.As his father dropped, he grabbed a sword from nearby and thrust at the man...who reached out and pushed him across the room as though he were a rag doll. Falling to the floor, he watched as the intruder walked over to his table of books. He quickly threw his sword to his father, who was standing up, and grabbed another weapon, running over to help him, stabbing the intruder in the arm and knocking him down. He had just noticed what looked to be wiring and electrical nodules under the skin he had sliced open when his father started in on him."What do you think you're doing? I had attack priority.""We're not fencing!" He couldn't believe his father was making a scene when this was going on!"We still follow the basic rules."The cyborg began to stand, so Wesley grabbed the sword from his father and thrust it into its gut. It sparked and fell over, lying still."There could be more of them in the building," he said, looking down at it in amazement. What the bloody hell was going on? "We should get moving.""That thing went straight for the templates when he burst into the room. You can't leave them like that."Wesley looked over, realizing he was right. "Grab the books."Once they were inside the vault with the books, Wesley pulled out his keys and opened a compartment to place the books into. Just as he was turning to his father, however, he saw the butt of a gun coming toward him, and a moment later, everything went dark.
The cyborg was strong and when it hit Giles, it hurt. "Bloody hell," he mutter as blood filled his mouth. He hit the cyborg and it stumbled back but then lunged at him again."Giles! Catch!" Angel yelled as he tossed a sword at him.Giles caught it with one hand and impaled the cyborg. He blinked when sparks started to fly out from it. He pushed it over, and turned to go back to Wesley's office when another cyborg attacked him, pushing him out into the main lobby. There was mass chaos and it seemed no one knew what was going on.He didn't know how long he had been fighting the cyborgs off, but suddenly the fighting died down. Giles turned to go down to check on Wesley when he ran into Fred. "Have you see Wesley?" he asked as he licked the blood off his busted lip."I just saw his dad a little bit ago and he said Wesley went up onto the roof. There's more up there," she said. "Roger and Angel went up there to help.""Thank you, Fred," Giles said as he gripped the sword in his hand and went toward the stairs to the roof.
Wesley's head was pounding.Groaning, he slowly opened his eyes and pushed himself up off the floor. His father. His father had hit him with a gun! Looking around, everything in the vault seemed untouched, but something was going on, and he didn't have time to go searching through every compartment. He went out to his office, where he found the cyborg still active. Quickly, he dealt with him, threatening to blow him up with the building to find out what he father was up to.When he told him, Wesley growled and deactivated him before running to his desk and pulling out the gun he kept there. Running out of the office, he looked around for a moment, then headed toward the stairwell, leading to the roof.His father was planning on taking Angel."Wesley!" Fred's voice called out. "I thought you were up on the roof! Your father...""My father is in on all this," he told her tightly. "Where's Rupert? Have you seen him?""He went up to the roof too because he thought you were up there!"Growling, Wesley put on a burst of speed as Fred ran up the stairs behind him.
When Giles got up onto the roof, he didn't find Wesley. All he found was Roger, with some sort of magical device, and Angel lying on the roof. What in the bloody hell was going on? "Where's Wesley?" he growled as he lowered his gaze at Roger. "And what are you doing to Angel? Did you have something to do with this, Roger?""What do you think, Rupert? Do you really think I would come all the way to Los Angeles just to see my pathetic excuse of a son?" Roger asked with a bitter laugh. "And why should you care? You hate Angel as much as I do, or have you forgotten what he did to Jenny Calendar?"Giles growled and moved toward Roger but stopped when he pulled out a gun. Giles wasn't armed so he took a step back. "Perhaps Angel and I don't see eye-to-eye about things but that doesn't mean I want to hurt him." He looked at the device in Roger's hand and finally saw what it was. "You're trying to take his will away? You want him to become your slave? What in the bleeding hell is the Council doing?""Do you really think the Council is this smart?" Roger asked as the roof door opened again.
When Wesley reached the roof and opened the door, Wesley found Rupert there along with Angel and his father...holding what he immediately recognized as the Staff of Devosynn. From the way Angel was grunting on the ground, he immediately knew whom the wand had been on. Levelling his gun, he stepped out onto the roof."Put that down and let them go," he told his father.The older man shook his head. "Walk away from this, Wesley. You and Rupert. You'll never understand what we're trying to do here.""You're using the staff to take Angel's will, make him your slave. Your cyborgs panic a bit too easily."If the fact that he had gotten the information surprised his father, he didn't show it. "That creature is more dangerous to mankind than you realize. He's a puppet. He always has been. To the Powers That Be, to Wolfram and Hart. Now he's ours.""You went to a lot of trouble to get this staff," Wesley said, noticing Fred sneaking around on the other side of his father. He hadn't seemed to notice her - not until she grabbed the staff from him and threw it to Wesley.Immediately, his father reacted, reaching out and grabbing Fred's arm. She let out a squeak of surprise and started struggling. "Give that back!""Let her go," Wesley hissed, moving forward and holding the staff up as a helicopter appeared overhead. "Otherwise, I'll drop this. The crystal shatters, and Angel is restored. So I reckon whether I live or die, your plan has failed.""What if I just shoot her?" he said, raising the gun up to Fred's head. Before Wesley could say anything, he started swinging the gun again. "Or what if I shoot him instead?"As the gun turned toward Rupert, Wesley suddenly started firing, unloading nine shots into his father. A moment later, Roger Wyndam-Pryce fell to the ground, quite obviously dead. As the helicopter quickly flew off, Wesley took a few steps forward, staring at what he had done.Then he turned and stumbled over to the edge of the roof, where he threw up.
Giles was readying himself to attack Roger when Wesley and Fred ran out onto the roof. He stood completely still as he listened to Roger and Wesley speak, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Fred was sneaking around to grab the staff. He reached forward at the same time Fred did, but she was quicker and soon the staff was in Wesley’s possession.Before he could react, Roger had grabbed Fred and was pointing the gun at her head. Giles was ready to move when suddenly, in a blur, Wesley was firing off his gun. Soon, Roger fell to the rooftop, which caused Fred to stumble into Giles’ arms. With his arms wrapped around Fred, Giles watched his lover stumble off, and vomit.“Wes--” Before he could finish though, Fred and he looked down and noticed Roger’s skin was melting away to reveal several circuits. It really wasn’t Roger - it was a cyborg. “Wesley,” Giles said as he released Fred so she could check on Angel. He jogged over to the other man and grabbed his arms. “It wasn’t your father, love. It’s all right.”He pulled Wesley against him. Perhaps it wasn’t really Roger, but Giles could feel how upset Wesley really was.
When Wesley felt Rupert's arms wrap around him, he let his lover pull him against him. He embraced him fiercely, holding him tight, feeling his throat ache and tears running down his face. It hadn't been his father? The...the man who had spent the last day making him remember all those years of feeling worthless, trying to shame him for his relationship for Rupert...it hadn't been him?But it had felt like him. The voice. The walk. The eyes. The expressions. It had seemed like him. Wesley had thought he was dealing with his own father."I thought it was him. And I shot him," he managed to choke out. "He was going to kill you, so I shot him. I couldn't let him hurt you. I couldn't let him take you away from me again."He looked up into his lover's eyes, wanting this to be a bad dream even if he hadn't really shot his father but some electronic facsimile."It doesn't matter that it's not really him. I thought I was killing him."
“Shhh. It’s all right, love,” Giles said as he held Wesley tighter. “We all thought it was Roger.” Even him. Whoever had made the cyborg was rather good and it made Giles wonder if it was someone from the Council.Pulling back, he used his thumbs to wipe the tears from Wesley’s eyes. “You didn’t know. You were protecting me and Fred. You were doing what was right. I know it hurts, but you were doing what needed to be done.”Giles wished there was more he could say. He couldn’t imagine shooting his own father, and didn’t know what else he could say to make Wesley feel better. Turning his head, he noticed Fred was helping Angel back inside the building. “Lets get you inside also. I’ll have Fred sent someone from her lab to get the cyborg,” he quietly said.He took Wesley’s hand and led him through the door, making sure he didn’t look at the cyborg. Power had been restored to the building so Giles took Wesley to the lift, and when the door slid closed, he looked over at his lover. “Come here,” he whispered as he pulled him into another embrace.
As numbness spread through his body, Wesley let Rupert take his hand and lead him into the building. He felt as robotic as those cyborgs. Cyborgs. His father...or the man he had thought his father had been a cyborg. How? Where? Why?He had thought he had been killing his father. He had pulled the trigger without hesitation - all to save Rupert and Fred. Mainly Rupert. He had seen that gun swing toward him, and all he had been able to think of was that he couldn't let him die. He would never let anyone take him away from him again, especially not his own father.And now...He didn't even now what he was feeling. Relief that he hadn't actually killed his father? Relief that Rupert and Fred were all right? Thankfulness that Rupert was there? His mind was numb and whirling in uncertainty at the same time, and he didn't know what to do.He had thought he was killing his father.When they were in the elevator and Rupert put his arms around him again, suddenly everything snapped in Wesley. Everything that had been building up in him all day, everything that had happened on the roof - all the guilt, fear, disgust, sadness, loss, the feelings of inadequacy--it all came out in a rush as he pressed his face against Rupert's shoulder and began crying."I want to go home," he whispered. "Please take me home."
When Wesley collapsed in his arms, Giles tightened his grip on his lover. "I'll take you home, love," he whispered. When the door of the lift slid open, Giles walked Wesley out and let out a sigh of relief when no one was there. "Come on."He walked Wesley through the building, making sure to stop by his office to pick up his things. They were almost to the lift to the underground garage when Fred walked up to them. "How are you two doing?" she asked, giving them both a concerned."I think we're doing all right," Giles answered as he kept a hold on Wesley. "How are you?""I'm doing okay. A little out of sorts but I think after a good night sleep, I should be okay," she said with a small smile. "Are you two going home?""I think we are, yes," Giles said as he looked over at Wesley.
Wesley let Rupert lead him to his office to get their things, then out toward the lift so they could go home. He just wanted to crawl into bed and hold the man next to him and not think about anything else, even as the images of his father...the cyborg...his father falling to the ground as he shot him ran through his head.He suddenly thought that he should get out his car keys when Fred walked up to them, asking how they were doing. He looked over at her, the image of her being grabbed flashing through his mind."My father--I mean...that thing...he didn't hurt you, did he?" he asked softly, suddenly realizing that he hadn't even heard if she was okay."No...I mean, my wrist is going to be a bit stiff, but it's nothing. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." She reached up and hugged him. "I'm so sorry, Wes.""I'm just glad you're all right," he told her. Besides Rupert, she meant the most to him, and he would never let anything happen to her.When she released him, she gave Rupert a hug too, then stood aside to let the two of the head for the lift. Wesley turned and looked at her, giving her a smile before turning back to Rupert and leaning against him."Umm...my keys," he said when the lift door shut, remembering what he had been about to search for before they had run into Fred. He started patting down his pockets. "I'm...I'm not sure where I put them. I thought I had them here."
Giles tightly hugged Fred, glad that Wesley had a friend like her. When they released each other, Giles stepped into the lift with Wesley. The doors slid shut and he looked over at his lover, and smiled a bit. "I have you keys, love. Don't worry about it," he whispered as he slipped an arm around Wesley's waist and pulled him closer before pushing the lift moment.A moment later, the doors were sliding open again and he held onto Wesley as he led him to the car. Using the keys, he unlocked the passenger side door and once Wesley was inside, Giles closed the door and jogged over to the driver's side. He slipped behind the steering wheel.Once the car was started, Giles pulled out of the garage and headed toward Wesley's flat. He didn't know what to say and didn't want to upset Wesley any further so he remained silent until they got to the flat. When they got inside, he locked the door behind him and set their things on the table."Do you need anything? Would you like me to make you some tea? Perhaps run a bath?" he asked.
When Rupert said that he had his car keys, Wesley nodded gratefully and let him take him down to the Jeep, leaning against him. He didn't know what he'd be doing if he hadn't been there. He couldn't imagine going through this without him. He needed Rupert, more than he had ever realized.The drive back to the flat was quiet. Wesley stared out the window into the darkness, the events of the night playing over and over in his head. He had been so certain that cyborg had been his father. So certain.And he hadn't thought twice about shooting him.As he closed his eyes, shutting out the passing streetlights though the glow from them brightened and faded with the movement of the Jeep, that thought rolled over and over in his mind. He had shot what he thought was his father. And he hadn't stopped to think about it. He had just done it to save Rupert and Fred. Mainly to save Rupert.He had killed for the man he loved. Even if it hadn't really been his father.He wasn't sure what to make of that. He didn't even know if he could. Every time he tried to think about it, his mind went numb again.When they reached the car park under the apartment building, he slid out of the car and let Rupert take him upstairs. He stood, not sure what to do when he heard his lover's question and looked at him."I'm..." He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, trying to sort himself out long enough to make a decision. "Tea. I think. And perhaps I should..."Call his parents?Scream?Lock himself away and never come out again?"I don't know what I should do," he finally said. "Part of me wants to call my parents just to...just to make sure...but I don't think... What he--it said about us, the snide remarks...that was my father. That was how he sounds and what he believes."Sighing, Wesley shook his head. "You're my family, Rupert. You're the one I feel like I've finally found a real home with. And I...I thought...I killed something I thought I was related to in order to save you, and...thinking about it, I know I'd...do it again. And I'm not sure how to deal with that."
Giles wished there was something more he could do for Wesley. He tried to put himself in his lover’s shoes but didn’t think it was fair. He hated Roger with a fiery passion, and would kill him on sight if he ever threatened to hurt or kill Wesley. Giles knew it was different for Wesley though because Roger was his father, no matter how poorly he’d treated his son.“I’ll put the kettle on, love,” he said before slipping into the kitchen. He wanted to boil the water over the range, but decided to make it with the electric unit. Giles didn’t want to leave Wesley alone for longer than he had to. When he came back, he sat the cup of tea on the coffee table and steered Wesley over to the couch.“Sit down and take a few deep breaths. You don’t have to deal with this right now. I’ll ring Angel in a bit and tell him you won’t be in the office for a few days.” Giles knew he needed to get Wesley away from all of them. He needed to get his love away from the firm, and someplace where he didn’t have to worry about demons, vampires and evil lawyers. Someplace where they could relax and Wesley could heal. Things had been so hectic and both of them needed a breather.Suddenly, the phone rang and Giles reached over to answer it. It was Fred, wondering how Wesley was doing. After a brief conversation, Giles rang off and looked at the other man. “Fred says if you need anything to ring. She also sounds rather disappointed that we’re going away. It seems we aren’t the only ones in need of a holiday,” he said as he took Wesley’s hand and squeezed it.
While Rupert disappeared into the kitchen, Wesley stood in the middle of the lounge, feeling like he should do something, but wasn't sure what. He wanted to pick up the phone, but he couldn't bring himself to. He wanted to take a hot shower and wash away the conflicting feelings he felt crawling on his skin.When his lover came back a few minutes later, he let Rupert move him over to the couch and sat down. He took the cup of tea, holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing how cold he felt as its warmth spread through his hand. A few days. Yes. He didn't want to go back to the firm. Not now. Not after what had happened. He wanted to stay with Rupert and wrap himself in his arms and not have to deal with anything having to do with this place.While Rupert spoke to Fred, he sipped his tea, letting the liquid sooth his throat, the heat spreading through him. He looked up at his lover when he got off the phone and mentioned about them going away. "A holiday?" he asked softly, holding his hand. "I haven't...it's been awhile since I've been on a holiday. Where...where would we go?"Part of him wanted to go back to England, to see his father with his own eyes. But another part of him didn't want to see him, was afraid of what might happen when his father saw them together. He had dealt with that enough.Still, though, a part of him wanted to go back to England, so he could at least see a familiar place again."Can we go back to England?" he asked softly. "It's been so long since I've been there."
When Wesley asked where they'd go on holiday, Giles started to ponder all the places they could go. Perhaps somewhere secluded, with no mobiles or computers. Just the two of them together, getting the rest and relaxation they both deserved after everything. Or perhaps they could go someplace with some historical value, and explore things.But, then Wesley asked if they could go to England. Giles turned and looked at him. There was a look in Wesley's eyes and Giles suddenly knew this was something his lover needed to do. "England sounds lovely. We could stay at my estate in Bath and take in some of the local sights," he said, wondering if Wesley was going to visit his parents while they were there. He wanted to ask but didn't want to push."I can call my groundskeeper William and have him open up the house for us and get things stocked," Giles said as he leaned over and nuzzled Wesley's neck. "Perhaps we should get some sleep and in the morning I can make some phone calls. I'm sure I can get tickets for tomorrow night, love."
"Bath...I'd like that," Wesley said with a nod, remembering how they had once talked about going there together. Until his father... He closed his eyes in pain for a moment, trying to push from his mind anything that had to do with his father trying to keep him away from the man he loved. Instead, he tried to focus on the fact that they were actually going to go now and nothing would stop them this time.Leaning into Rupert's kisses on his neck, he let out a soft sigh, partly from still being wound up, partly from the contentment of knowing he was there with him. "I want to go to Bath with you. Finally see your estate," he told him.Opening his eyes, he looked into Rupert's. "I want to hold you tonight," he told him, standing up and taking his hand.Together, they walked into the bedroom and go undressed - whether Rupert undressed him or he undressed Rupert or they undressed themselves, he couldn't remember. All he cared about was feeling the warmth of Rupert's skin against his own as they slipped under the covers, wrapped together. His body warmed the chill that Wes had felt deep inside him since the moment that...thing had walked into the office, and feeling him pressed against him, knowing that they wouldn't let anything part them ever again, started to soothe the churning inside him.
When Giles woke the next morning, he was still pressed against Wesley's body. He noticed his lover was still sleeping so he slipped out of the bed and decided to get to work on making plans for their England trip. Giles padded out of the room and dialed his travel agent's number, but she wasn't in.With a sigh, Giles looked around the living room and noticed Wesley's laptop sitting on the coffee table. He remembered seeing an advert about websites, which sold plane tickets. Even though he didn't know a lot about computers, he figured he could find a simple website. How hard could it be?Giles went over to the sofa and picked it up before turning it on. He remembered watching Willow and Wesley on their computers and figured he could do it. After a few clicks, he thought he had it but the computer screen went black. Blinking, he tapped some keys and sighed.He stood from the sofa and went to the bedroom. "Wesley? I think your laptop thing is broken," he whispered, hoping Wesley wouldn't hear.
Wesley wasn't sure when he finally fell asleep, wrapped in Rupert's arms. All he knew was that he heard Rupert's voice calling to him, bringing him out of sleep. The laptop was broken? What?Opening his eyes, he sat up, everything that had happened the day before coming back to him. He froze for a moment, blinking. He hadn't really killed his father. He had shot a cyborg. He had shot a cyborg to protect Fred and Rupert. To protect his lover. His lover who was standing right there, alive and fine...Telling him that his laptop was broken.He pushed himself up off the bed, his brow furrowed as he walked over to him. "What...? It was fine the other day..." he said as they went into the living room. Sitting down on the sofa, he looked at it, tapping a few keys. Then he noticed the power light wasn't on. With a glance at Rupert, he reached over and pressed the power switch.Immediately, the laptop beeped and began booting up, the Mac logo appearing on the screen."I...um...if you had it on, you must have accidentally hit the shut down command," he told him, feeling laughter trying to bubble up inside him. He tried to hold it back, not wanting to make his lover feel bad, but after a moment, he couldn't help it and let out a soft snort. He swallowed and looked at Rupert askance, fighting off another wave. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean--what were you trying to do?"
Giles was impressed that Wesley heard his whisper. Then he remembered the sensory tests the Academy made them take so they would know if a vampire was coming or not. All Watchers had good hearing, especially Wesley. "I don't know. I was using it and the screen went black," he said, following Wesley out to the living room.He leaned against the arm of the sofa and watched as his lover looked over the laptop. Soon it was back on and Giles sat down beside Wesley, perking an eyebrow when he snorted. "Spike gave me the name of a lovely site, where you can buy feather dusters, and other such items to use to torture one's boyfriend when they laugh at you," he said with a serious tone. "And I was looking for tickets to England since my travel agent seems to be out again."Reaching over, Giles slipped an arm around Wesley's shoulders and kissed his cheek. "How are you feeling this morning, love?" He asked with concern in his voice. "Do you still want to go to England? Or would you rather go elsewhere?"
When Rupert threatened him with the sex toys website, Wesley swallowed, the idea of his lover teasing him with a feather duster or some other toy. He took a deep breath and looked over at him as he opened the web browser on the computer. Part of him wanted to apologize for the laugh, but another part of him actually wanted what Rupert was threatening. The idea of him teasing him and buggering him into the mattress enough to make him forget everything else was appealing.But at the same time, he knew he shouldn't fall into that trap. And he wouldn't use Rupert that way - as a way to forget. He loved him too much."I'm...I'm doing all right, I think," he told him when he wrapped his arm around him. "Knowing what happened is still a bit...overwhelming, but having you here...knowing I'm not alone...it helps."He looked up at him. "And I still want to go back to England with you. It's been so long since I've been there. I need...I need something familiar."Leaning forward, he kissed Rupert softly, closing his eyes for a moment at the feel of his lips. Having him there did so much. He couldn't imagine being without him anymore."Let me see what I can find ticket-wise," he told him, turning back to the laptop and going to the travel site to do a flight search. He quickly found several available flights from Los Angeles to Heathrow for that evening and soon, they had reservations on one."Now we just need to get ready."
Giles thought his lover was rather sexy, sitting there naked, while on his laptop. It made his mind wander a bit, and he wondered if perhaps they should get some toys. He would never get anything over-bearing, knowing he would never hurt Wesley in sake of getting off. Besides, he knew he wouldn't be turned on by inflicting pain on the man he loved and cherished.When Wesley said he'd gotten the tickets, Giles nodded and stood from the sofa. "I'm going to ring William and tell him we're coming." He picked up the cordless phone and dialed the house William lived in and waited. When the older man finally answered, Giles asked him to get the estate ready with food and other provisions. Ringing off, he smiled over at Wesley."It's been snowing in Bath. William says it's rather lovely. I asked him to have some winter gear for us since I don't think you have a parka here," he said as he took Wesley's hand and hauled him off the sofa. "Since we have a lot of things to do today, we should probably shower together."Giles wasn't expecting a shag in the shower, but he needed to touch Wesley, and know he was all right. "Come along," he said, pulling his lover into the bathroom.