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Cordelia looked at him. He was asking lots of questions she didn't want to answer. So she decided to keep girl's identity in secret. It was something that couldn't be prevented. She *will* die and Cordelia didn't want Wes to panic.

"Just believe me, Wes. I have experience with visions and I know when there's nothing we can do," she said looking away. She touched his hands and took his fingers of my temples. Still holding them she smiled gently.
"Maybe I'll go and get that tea I was talking about before I got little flash ride."

That she had experience with the visions, of that Wesley had no doubt. But that she was hiding something, was pretty clear to him as well. He didn't know what though, and trying to get it out of her while she still had a raging headache hardly seemed fair.

He wasn't going to let it go however. He'd ask again later.

Looking down at his hands in hers he nodded reluctantly. "Why don't I go with you." Glancing up he gave her a look that told her that this wasn't an arguing point. He wasn't about to let her trot about after she just had a nasty vision. Not to mention that she was acting strange. Wesley was going to keep a close eye on her. As was Dennis, if the way that washcloth kept hovering close by was anything to go by.

If Wesley wanted to go with her, Cordelia couldn't do anything about it. She knew that she won't be able to stop his questions from coming and she also knew that she'd have to tell him the truth. But as long as she could, she was determined to live normal life.

But if he wanted to go with her, it meant that he won't be looking for the answer in that freaking book. The answer that could take pain away, or at least Cordy hoped that.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to tell him, that he should stay and read. But she closed them really fast.

"Okay. That's even better. I can buy more, and make you to carry it," she smiled.

Narrowing his eyes, Wesley looked at Cordelia. She was about to say something but he had the distinct idea that something completely different came out of her mouth. He wanted to ask her what she had planned to say, but thought better of it.

"But of course, your Majesty." Giving her a raised eyebrow, he smiled slightly. At least she seemed to feel better, that was always a plus. "Because I live to be your bloody pack mule. It is my only goal in live." Grabbing his own coat, he pulled it on and then picket the one Dennis was floating over out of the air for Dennis.

"Would madame require anything else?" Holding her coat out for her, Wesley tilted his head and blinked innocently. She might have changed the subject, but he was still going to ask once a better opportunity would arise.

Cordelia accepted his help and after that she took her purse.

"Would madame require anything else?"

She thought for a moment. The only thing she really wanted was out of her reach. Nothing would take visions away and Cordelia didn't know about anything that could take the pain away. She looked at Wes and bit her lower lip playfully.

"Let me see... Lots of cash, Brad Pitt's phone number, my personal slave who'll do the temple massage as good as you, well maybe not only temple massage, better apartment, the way to get Dennis there, and next spring Prada collection," she grinned.

Wesley noticed Cordelia take the people out and into safety from the corners of his eyes. He made another lunge for the vampire, only to find yet another fist in his face. And one in his stomach. He gasped for air, but held on to the stake. Damn, that hurt. Where were Gunn or Angel when you needed them?

No, he could do this. He was no longer that bumbling fool, he was no longer that arrogant foolish watcher. Using his foot, he managed to swipe the vampire's feet out from under him. He threw himself at the vampire, getting his stake ready. Only Cordelia's voice distracted him. He looked up and his eyes widened when he saw her being threatened by the third.

"Use the holy water and the stake, Cordy!" He knew she always carried some in her purse. He was about to tell her more, but that was made rather impossible by two large hands which had suddenly wrapped themselves around his throat. He had lost his glasses somewhere in the scuttle, but at least he had his stake. But his hand automatically came up to pry the hands around his throat loose while he gasped for air.

He glanced over at Cordelia, his vision blurring even more then usual as he tried to swallow. "Stake...Cordy..." he rasped out. Nearly choking, he gripped the stake tightly and just thrust it into the direction he hoped was the vampire's heart.

"Stake...Cordy..."

She got a stake! Wes gave it to her before he went to the fighting club! She was holding it all the time! God, she was sooo stupid.

"Now, Josh, you don't want me to get upset, do you?" She decided to distract the vampire with talking. Meanwhile she reached to her purse, looking for holy water that should be there. Josh was ignoring her words. Typical man.

She found what she was looking for and she threw it at him. Vampire's growl told her that is wasn't the best idea, but she already prepared stake to hit. She waited for the demon to come closer. She pointed for a heart. And for the first time in her life she was lucky. Josh was dusted a second later.

Cordy looked around only to see Wesley staking the vampire. Next I found myself next to him.
"Wes, you okay?" She took his face into my hands to see how badly he was hurt. HIs lower lip was cut, but it was no longer bleeding. I gently touched it.
"Will take care of it later," I whispered to myself

Oh lord, his head hurt. Not to mention that he could feel his eye swelling and his stomach had the nagging dull aching feeling. But Wesley was used to that. After fighting along side Angel and Gunn, how could he not. There was no such thing as a 'scratch free' fight was there? Unless of course one was named Angel.

Glancing over Cordelia's shoulder he looked at the pile of dust she had left behind. He tried to straighten up, rather proudly. Hah! They did it. Who needs Angel, they could do this on their own, they didn't need this souled vampire. Even though they missed his friendship...his mission.

Mustering up a smile, he wrapped his arm around his ribs he looked at Cordelia. "I'm fine," he lied, "we did it." Still proud at that, he gently touched the hand on his face and gave her a worried look. "Are you alright?"

She could see that he wasn't telling the truth. Moron. And he was asking if she was alright. Idiot! I gently touched the place under his eye. That will look terrible in the morning.

"Of course I'm alright. Thanks to my hero, I didn't even break a nail." she kissed him gently on a cheek. "Now, lets collect our stuff and I'll take care of those little bruises," she smiled and started to pack their shopping. She wasn't planning on paying. After all, they did save people here.

Wesley saved them. Even without combat experience or super powers. He was a hero, once he got over that terrible 'Demon Hunter' image. She smiled to her thoughts and looked at Wes.
"You coming?"

"Oh well, that's good. I'm sure you'd have been very traumatized if you'd broken a nail." Wesley shook his head amused and watched as she gathered their groceries. "And I'm fine, Cordy," he tried again. "No need to take care of any little bruises." Hero, he had to snort at that. He was no hero, he had just gotten lucky no doubt. Next time he'd get his arse kicked again as usual.

He frowned as she packed their things and was about to just stride out of the store. "Cordy? Shouldn't we...," his voice railed off as the three people Cordelia had herded out slowly came back inside again. They looked at them both with a mixture of wonder, awe and..fear. And of course disbelieve.

"All taken are off," Wesley said, flashing them a smile, which by the way hurt he noticed. "I'm coming," he told Cordelia. Putting his hand in the small of her back, he took the bag and nodded politely at the three before quickly getting out of the store.

Wesley rooted some more around the closet, ignoring Dennis pulling on his shirt. What did the sodding ghost want now? Rather annoying at times. His eyes fell on a large box and he reached up to move it to the side when suddenly Dennis floated his coat in his line of vision. Which was blurry to begin with.

Startled, Wesley knocked the box over and winced when it spilled the content all over the floor. "Yes, thank you Dennis," he said dryly, grouching down to pick up the bottles that had fallen on the floor. "I'm terribly sorry," he started, looking up at Cordelia sheepishly. A Cordelia who was looking back at him with a face that bordered close to panic.

"Cordelia?" Picking up another plastic bottle, he looked at her worried. "Is something the matter?" Glancing at the bottle, he frowned and then pushed his glasses up. He frowned even deeper when he noticed just what kind of medication this was, extremely strong in fact. Puzzled, his eyes ticked back toward Cordelia.

Not looking at him she started to put all drugs back in the box. She took the bottle out of his hand and put it with the rest.
"I'm sorry, Wes. I..." She wondered why she said she was sorry. Sure, she was, but it's not like she did something wrong. It was her life.

"I think you should go, if you want to catch some sleep. It'll be dawn soon," she finished. It sounded a little bit too sharp. Wesley didn't deserve to be treated that way. Not after he came here, just because she asked. He was her friend.

She looked at him and sighed.
"I'm sorry Wes. I just... I'm just afraid that if I tell you everything it'll change so many things... And you won't keep the secret. I'm afraid that if I tell you I'll loose all the control. So... Just go, Wes and tell me when you find something in that book..."

Wesley was...hurt. And not in a physical way. No, this hurt more then any bruise, cut or other flesh wound he ever had. She didn't trust him. After all they went through together, she didn't trust him.

He glanced down on his now empty hand, pushing his glasses up with the other. When he looked up and toward Cordelia again, he was pretty certain he'd been unable to school all the hurt from his face.

"All right," he said so softly even Angel might've had trouble hearing him. Swallowing hard, he pulled his coat, ignoring the way it pulled on his ribs. "If...if that's what you want." He hovered for a moment, trying to come up with anything to say. But he came up blank, besides, she didn't want him here, she didn't trust him.

He wasn't Angel and he never would be.

Sighing, he turned around and opened the door, rooting in the pocket of his coat for the keys of his motorcycle. He looked up startled as Dennis floated the book in front of him. "Right, thank you, Dennis." Grabbing the book he stepped out of the door. "Call me if you need anything." Softly he closed the door behind him.

"I'm gonna die," she said when the door closed behind Wesley, tears slowly falling down her cheek, "and there's nothing I can do about it..." she finished quietly. Dennis was taking care of the mess in the closet. His own way of comforting her.

"Leave that, Dennis," she snapped. She whiped the tears away and started to clean herself. She put the box back in the closet and she closed it. She moved back to the kitchen, to put away the mugs and shopping.

Chocolate mints she took for Wes. He was suppose to be greatful for this little thing. She took them for him. She didn't even like it. She felt someone with her in the kitchen.
"Dennis, could you please leave me alone right now? I'm not in the mood," she said without looking. There was no point, since she couldn't see Dennis.

Wesley stared at the closed door for a long time, wondering if he should go back in. Something wasn't right and he knew it. But, Cordelia didn't want to tell him, didn't trust him. Was he even her friend? Or was he just convenient to pass time until Angel would return from his little walk over to the dark side?

Sighing, he put the book in the saddle bag and maneuvered himself on the bike. With some difficulty. By the time he finally managed to make it home, his ribs ached so much he was starting to wonder if perhaps he should go to the ER and have them looked at. And the cut above his eye didn't seem to want to stop bleeding either. Bugger all.

Trotting up the stairs, he closed the door behind him and waited for the room to stop spinning. It dawned on him that he could've gotten into a severe accident like that. But he hadn't, he was fine, Cordelia wasn't. He eyed his answering machine in the hope that Cordelia, or even Gunn or perhaps Angel might've left a message. Nothing though, not flashing red light, no one needed him. Typical.

Slowly he stripped down to his boxers and let himself fall into bed. He grabbed his alarm clock and put in an hour head to wake himself up. He was fairly certain that little fall the floor had given him a small concussion. And since there was no one else there to wake him up, he'd have to do it himself. Or so he hoped. He was to tired to get up and get some aspirin for the pain.

Besides, he couldn't stop thinking about Cordelia and why she wouldn't tell him what was wrong. Closing his eyes, he sighed, he managed to pull the covers over himself, tossing his glasses on the nightstand. He'd better get some sleep, no doubt he was going to be in the office very early tomorrow. Unless he wouldn't wake up and well, then nothing really mattered.

He'd have died peacefully in his sleep then anyway. And really, who would care about that?