Title: Seeking His Place 1/?
Author: Kate R.
Rating: Pg-13 mostly.  This may change as I develop the story more
Summary: Wesley, meet the X-Men
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one used herein.  The X-men belong to Marvel Entertainment Group; the Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon.  I'm not making any money off this so please don't sue me.  

His head hurt. His head hurt very badly. It felt as if he'd hit the marble floor of the hotel at mach four. He wished the little man with the hammer would trade up for a sword or an axe and cut his head off. He had no idea how long he'd been wandering, all he knew was that he wasn't needed or wanted in LA anymore. Like always he'd quietly packed his bags and left. Leaving his books there incase Angel or one of the others needed them.

Wesley Wyndham-Price was wandering, looking for his place. He had settled on New York because no one would look for him here. It wasn't a huge state as they went, but it had some nice scenery. He was drained from a fight with a Muck demon, as Cordelia would file it. That had been one for the record books. Who knew you could kill one of those things with soap and water? Wesley chuckled to himself at the look on the face of the man he'd helped. In return for his kindness, Wesley was told there was a place he could get some food a few miles down the road. A tavern called Harry's where he could relax for a few hours before being on his way again and maybe play a round of darts. Wesley didn't particularly care. He just wanted something to eat and to get off his bike and stretch for a bit. A few miles down the road and he found the place. Harry's was a cozy looking place. Wesley shrugged, took his helmet off and went in. Oh, man, his muscles were screaming. Too many hours in the saddle he suspected.

Wesley walked to a table and sat down picking up the paper menu. He didn't even look at it really before he ordered a burger and some fries. He asked for a coke to drink. Depressed about being unneeded or not, he was neither stupid nor suicidal. He did not want to splatter himself all over the highway. Wesley ate when his food was brought out and then stood and stretched his muscles again. He saw the dartboard but it was in use.

"Logan is always looking for someone to play with him," a voice said. Wesley looked up startled.

"I beg your pardon?" the Englishman said to the red haired woman who was in the direction the voice had come from. She looked at Wesley blankly for a moment before something occurred to her and she answered.

"I said, Logan is always looking for someone to play darts with. LOGAN!" she called. "Found someone who likes to play darts."

A short, hairy man walked over to her and Wesley as she had moved to stand in front of him.

"He was watching you play. I kind of thought you might like someone to play with who actually knows the rules to the game," she said to her companion. The man sized Wesley up and gave a short gruff nod. Wesley followed him over to the dartboard and picked up some darts. One game Wesley was sufficiently good at was darts. Shooting crossbows and throwing knives and stakes at vampires did something for your hand/eye coordination.

"You're pretty good bub," the short man said. "Play often in England?"

"Don't live in England anymore, Wesley answered. "I'm actually looking for a place...Miss? My name is Wesley. Tell whomever your speaking to that I have a name."

The short man stared at Wesley in shock.

"You can hear her?"

"I'm not deaf," Wesley retorted. "She asked Professor someone if I was giving vibes off that reached the house. I do hope you aren't demons, I'd hate to have to kill the first decent dart player I've met in awhile."

"No, we ain't demons...Most people can't hear her when she's talkin' to the Prof."

"I'm not most people," Wesley answered as he threw another dart. This one hit the target dead on and Wesley chuckled.

"Would you mind coming up to our school Wesley?" the woman asked. Wesley looked at them both silently weighing his options. In the end, he really didn't have much of anyplace to be so he shrugged.

"Sure. It's not like I have any place to be in particular. Lead the way," he said as he paid for his food, Picked up his motorcycle helmet and walked out to where his bike was. Logan nodded approvingly at it.

"Big Dog. You ride?" Logan asked.

"I own it don't I?" Wesley returned as he kick-started his bike. Logan grinned and got into the driver's seat of a jeep. Wesley turned the bike and followed them out, driving first along the road for ten minutes, and then up what was obviously a very long driveway. The building that came into view as they turned the last bend was a mansion but it was obviously a school of some kind by the people, teenagers and college aged, wandering around it.

"Hey, Guys," Jean called as she and Logan got out of the jeep and Wesley got off of his bike. "This is Wesley. He'll be staying a while we hope. Wesley, this is Danielle Moon Star, Samuel Guthrie, Rahne Sinclair, Katherine Pryde, Illyana Rasputin and Roberto Da'Costa."

"Pleasure to meet you," Wesley said in his British accented English.

"Nice to meet you too amigo," Roberto said.

"Come on in Wes, bring your bags. We have a room for you to sleep for a while. Have dinner with the rest of us night owls."

"Oh, this is the start of my day normally. Lunch is. I mostly worked at night doing what I do," Wesley said as he hefted his bags and followed the group into the mansion. He looked around the place and whistled impressed. He liked it. Reminded him of home but warmer.

"Hello Mr. Price," a voice spoke from behind him. Wesley turned to face an older man in a wheelchair. He smiled and inclined his head.

"As most of your students have already decided Professor, please call me Wesley." Wesley said. He heard a gasp and looked at Jean confused.

"What? He told me his name Miss Grey. Just as you told me yours...I think... "

Wesley began to have a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. Apparently his freakishness was showing up again if the looks Miss Grey was giving him were any indication.

"Jean, really," Professor Xavier said. "You were the one who told me he was a Psi."

"He got through my shields," she said.

"I'm terribly sorry," Wesley began. The older man waved it off.

"It's fine Wesley. Please, come this way while we talk. Why don't you all go play twister or something before dinner?" Xavier said to the teenagers. They left knowing they would get answers with dinner. Xavier then looked up at Wesley.

"Now...Wesley," He began. "About this school...."

Los Angeles:

Rupert Giles parked his convertible in the back of the Hyperion Hotel and got out of the car with Buffy, Dawn, Willow and Xander. Spike was still sleeping in the trunk so they left him. He could pop it on his own when he got up.

Giles stormed into the Hyperion in an uncharacteristic fit of anger and stalked up to where Cordelia, Angel and a young black man were standing.

"Explain." He said in an ominous tone.

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