QUE SERA, SERA (12/?)
"I can't believe you did that," Wesley mumbled again, shaking his head.
"What?" Faith said, her tone defensive. "Don't even think about blaming
me
for this."
"Who else would you have me blame?" Wesley asked, rubbing his temples.
"That asshole Bridges," Faith said, spitting out his name.
"No, I am thinking that this one was you," Wesley said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, just shut up," she said, not wanting to admit that it was her fault.
"I can't believe you did that," he said again.
"You've already said that," she said through clenched teeth, glaring at
him.
"Well, I can't," he said, having to ask, "Why?"
"He asked!" she said, stopping in the street and glaring full force at
her
watcher. To think she had considered this prissy little prick attractive
just
that morning.
"It was meant as a joke," Wesley said, leaning against the building. "Did
you
not understand that?"
"Fuck you," she said, smiling as he closed his eyes briefly.
"Faith, when the head of the watcher council asks an entire room full of
watchers and slayers if anyone is ready to leave yet, you are not, I repeat
NOT supposed to raise your hand and tell him that 'he is the most boring
person you've ever met and his monotone whining is putting you to sleep'.
I
mean, did you not think for a moment that maybe, just maybe, he would not
find that a compliment?" Wesley asked, trying not to smile as he remembered
the expression on Mr. Bridges face at Faith's lazily spoken words.
"He shouldn't have asked if he didn't want the truth," Faith said, shifting
uncomfortably under Wesley's gaze. "I was just being honest."
"Dear child, there are times for honesty. This was not one of them," Wesley
said, sighing.
"Well, at least I stayed! I mean, your precious Buffy is on a plane right
now
headed back to Sunnydale and I don't hear you whining about that!" Faith
said.
"Jamie had to get home. I knew that Buffy had no interest in being here
so I
was not upset with her behavior," Wesley explained.
"Yeah, right. Whatever. And the Princess gets away with something else,"
Faith said.
"Let's just find this book store, get this manuscript for Bridges and forget
about today," Wesley said, glancing at the scrap of paper he had been handed
as Bridges had announced to the entire council that Wesley and his slayer
had
just volunteered to retrieve some needed documents for him. They had been
sent away at that moment. Wesley would never admit it, but he was thrilled
to
not have to sit those boring lectures anymore. He understood why Giles
had
stayed home. This was worse than he had feared. After his experiences with
Sunnydale, everything he was hearing was bullshit, to put it bluntly. But,
now he was stuck trying to get this book for Bridges before he slowly eased
his and Faith's presence away from the council, the sooner the better.
"Fine," she said, glancing at the street. She hated to admit that she was
thrilled to not be sitting there listening to that boring Bridges anymore.
Walking around Rome with Wesley..well, there could be worse things. Of
course, he was ticked at her. She had been trying so hard to be nice to
all
his associates. And then she had ruined it by speaking up when she should
have just shut up and gone to sleep. Oh well, it was done. They could find
this book and maybe Wesley wouldn't make her go back. She could hope.