Fanfiction: Chained Freedom
"Think they did this on purpose?" Gunn grumbled.
"Most likely," Wesley replied, as he attempted to balance the Styrofoam tray holding five large cups of coffee and one cup of orange juice.
"We’re still not cool, you know." Gunn glanced at Wesley and shifted the large bag of breakfast burritos in his arms as they walked up the sidewalk towards the hotel.
"Obviously," Wesley mumbled.
"We may never be cool again."
"Possibly not."
"I just wanted to get that out there. I didn’t want you havin’ any expectations since Fred and Cordy are making us hang."
"I’ve learned not to have expectations about anything," Wesley replied, glancing at Gunn.
Gunn simply nodded as he pulled the hotel door open. Wesley stepped in as Gunn let the door close behind them.
Wesley could only raise a curious eyebrow at the scene before them.
In the center of the lobby, Connor was sprawled out on the floor. Faith straddled the boy, pinning him to the ground.
"Should I even ask?" Wesley said.
"Hey, babe!" Faith declared with a smile as she looked up to acknowledge them.
"Hello, Wesley," Connor grinned.
Wesley simply nodded and gave an amused smile in response.
Faith released Connor. As she stood, she extended her hand, and he accepted. She pulled the boy to his feet as she explained, "Just teaching Connor some moves to use."
"Obviously," Gunn mumbled as he walked past Wesley and approached the hotel counter.
"Faith fights very well," Connor replied, the boyish grin on his face never fading.
Wesley simply chuckled as he made his way to the hotel counter.
"We’re back with breakfast!" Gunn announced.
Angel, Cordelia, and Fred exited the office as Faith and Connor stepped up to the counter to get their food.
"Okay, who’s the loser who got orange juice?" Faith teased.
Connor raised his hand sheepishly.
Faith grinned and handed him his drink. She punched his shoulder playfully as he took the drink from her hand.
Wesley nudged her gently, and she looked up at him, her grin turning to a gentle smile. "Don’t worry," she whispered, "you’ll always be my favorite loser."
"I am just overwhelmed by the love in this room," he smirked before kissing her quickly on the lips.
"Who had the burrito without onions?" Fred asked as she fished burrito after burrito out of the bag.
Cordelia claimed the burrito in question as Wesley wrapped an arm around Faith’s waist, enjoying the moment. The feeling of being back to where they had once been.
"Mr. Travers?"
Quentin Travers, the head of the Council, looked up from his paperwork to see his secretary standing in his doorway. He smiled politely at the young woman before asking, "Yes, Lisa?"
"You have a call on line two. A lawfirm from the States."
He studied Lisa for a moment, curious. "A lawfirm?"
"Yes, sir."
Quentin nodded. "Thank you, Lisa."
Lisa smiled in acknowledgement and stepped out of the office, pulling the door shut.
Once she was gone, Quentin reached for the phone on his right and pressed the connecting button for line two. "Quentin Travers," he said into the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Travers," the woman’s sultry voice responded. "You don’t know me, but I’m sure you’ve heard of the lawfirm I represent— Wolfram and Hart?"
Quentin frowned. Yes, he had heard of them. In fact, their lawfirm was one of the main reasons the Council stayed in business. Where the Council tried to stop evil, Wolfram and Hart enabled it.
"Yes, I have. May I ask why you’re calling, Miss?.?"
"Lilah. Lilah Morgan."
"Miss Morgan, is there a reason we’re even speaking?"
"Yes, I just thought you’d be interested in a proposition."
"Miss Morgan," Quentin chuckled bitterly. "The Council does not accept propositions from Wolfram and Hart."
"Even if it involves a certain rogue Slayer that’s been a thorn in both our sides?"
Quentin cleared his throat as he sat back in his chair. "I’m listening," he finally said.