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Author: Ericadawn16
Prompt: Wesley Wyndam Pryce - It's just that everything I try to do, well nothing seems to turn out right![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Character/Pairing(s):Wesley, Cordelia Wesley/Fred
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nah, well, emotional abuse.
Spoilers: All seasons and comics...
Summary: Wesley can't seem to do anything right.
Wesley
Wesley never seemed to do anything right. When he was born, he wasn't positioned correctly and his mother died as a result. His father never let him forget that fact. He was always in the way until sent to boarding school on his way to becoming a Watcher.
Wesley had never considered anything else. His father had been a Watcher and his father before him. It was expected and Wesley would do this right.
However, it wasn't ever right. Even if his marks were all the best they could be, his father would remark that his professors found him unremarkable. When he garnered high praise for the lead in the school play, his father chided him for playing a woman. He had thought earning Head Boy would make things right but his father shrugged and told him that the standards had been lowered since he'd been a boy.
He'd make exceptional marks in his Watcher training so that he was the obvious choice to send to the next slayer. His father merely told him how the colonies were a Hellhole and he'd probably get himself killed.
As such, Wesley was more determined than ever to change his mind. He would be the best Watcher ever and prove everyone wrong.
Instead, his slayer had gone rogue and he'd been sacked. He would never make his father see his true worth. Maybe his father had been right that whole time.
He hadn't succeeded as a rogue demon hunter. He would have been dead on the streets or having to face everyone back home if it weren't for Cordelia and Angel. It was then that he'd truly began to live. He could be his own man.
Wesley had made a right mess of that, too.
His love life was abysmal. He had either picked the worst possible companions or driven them away or...
There had been one person he had loved more than anyone else and he hadn't saved her.
He hadn't saved her.
He hadn't been able to save her from the thing that could wear her face and use her voice but wasn't her.
He couldn't even die properly. It had been a noble sacrificial death and the Senior Partners wouldn't let him go. Even with the world rewound, he remained here.
"I'm just an utter git," he said into the void.
"Okay, okay, I've had enough of this pity party," said a very familiar voice. He could never forget that one.
"Cordelia," he greeted. "It's just that everything I try to do, well nothing seems to turn out right..."
He was stopped by a slap and considering they were both ghosts, it felt very real.
"How many times did you save Sunnydale? L.A.? Earth? All those people are in your debt whether you think you messed it all up or not. Stop acting mopey like Angel, it's not a good look for you," Cordelia complained.
"Neither is see-through spirit," he retorted.
"Which is why I'm here, duh," she said, motioning to herself.
"Some sort of new deal?" Wesley asked.
"Yeah, but you don't have to worry about it. This is between the senior partners and the Powers that Be. You just have to come with me. No trick, honest," she maintained.
"But she won't be there..."
"Wow, you are stupid sometimes. Illyria has Fred's body, her memories but she doesn't have her soul. We have that and if you just come with me, I'll take you to her," Cordelia informed him.
It was too good to believe. It was probably another trick. Still, he was tired of this place and tired of not being with her. He nodded.
Author: Ericadawn16
Prompt: Wesley Wyndam Pryce - It's just that everything I try to do, well nothing seems to turn out right
superkappaCharacter/Pairing(s):Wesley, Cordelia Wesley/Fred
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nah, well, emotional abuse.
Spoilers: All seasons and comics...
Summary: Wesley can't seem to do anything right.
Wesley
Wesley never seemed to do anything right. When he was born, he wasn't positioned correctly and his mother died as a result. His father never let him forget that fact. He was always in the way until sent to boarding school on his way to becoming a Watcher.
Wesley had never considered anything else. His father had been a Watcher and his father before him. It was expected and Wesley would do this right.
However, it wasn't ever right. Even if his marks were all the best they could be, his father would remark that his professors found him unremarkable. When he garnered high praise for the lead in the school play, his father chided him for playing a woman. He had thought earning Head Boy would make things right but his father shrugged and told him that the standards had been lowered since he'd been a boy.
He'd make exceptional marks in his Watcher training so that he was the obvious choice to send to the next slayer. His father merely told him how the colonies were a Hellhole and he'd probably get himself killed.
As such, Wesley was more determined than ever to change his mind. He would be the best Watcher ever and prove everyone wrong.
Instead, his slayer had gone rogue and he'd been sacked. He would never make his father see his true worth. Maybe his father had been right that whole time.
He hadn't succeeded as a rogue demon hunter. He would have been dead on the streets or having to face everyone back home if it weren't for Cordelia and Angel. It was then that he'd truly began to live. He could be his own man.
Wesley had made a right mess of that, too.
His love life was abysmal. He had either picked the worst possible companions or driven them away or...
There had been one person he had loved more than anyone else and he hadn't saved her.
He hadn't saved her.
He hadn't been able to save her from the thing that could wear her face and use her voice but wasn't her.
He couldn't even die properly. It had been a noble sacrificial death and the Senior Partners wouldn't let him go. Even with the world rewound, he remained here.
"I'm just an utter git," he said into the void.
"Okay, okay, I've had enough of this pity party," said a very familiar voice. He could never forget that one.
"Cordelia," he greeted. "It's just that everything I try to do, well nothing seems to turn out right..."
He was stopped by a slap and considering they were both ghosts, it felt very real.
"How many times did you save Sunnydale? L.A.? Earth? All those people are in your debt whether you think you messed it all up or not. Stop acting mopey like Angel, it's not a good look for you," Cordelia complained.
"Neither is see-through spirit," he retorted.
"Which is why I'm here, duh," she said, motioning to herself.
"Some sort of new deal?" Wesley asked.
"Yeah, but you don't have to worry about it. This is between the senior partners and the Powers that Be. You just have to come with me. No trick, honest," she maintained.
"But she won't be there..."
"Wow, you are stupid sometimes. Illyria has Fred's body, her memories but she doesn't have her soul. We have that and if you just come with me, I'll take you to her," Cordelia informed him.
It was too good to believe. It was probably another trick. Still, he was tired of this place and tired of not being with her. He nodded.
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