Title: Seeking His Place 2/?
Author: Kate R.
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.
Los Angeles:
Angel stared at Giles in complete shock of his anger. What was his problem? He didn't even like Wesley as far as Angel knew.
"Explain to me right now how you all managed to make Wesley leave. What the hell were you thinking when you said whatever it was?" Giles demanded in anger.
"I just said we could fight better without him constantly tripping over his own feet," Cordelia said. "I didn't know he actually heard me. I'd never have said that to his face."
"But you'll say it behind his back?" Buffy demanded. "Jeez, and they call me selfish, stuck up and bitchy. Why did you say it?"
"He ripped my dress," She said in a pout. Angel knew looking at Giles that saying that was the worst thing she could have done.
"He ripped your dress? That's your wonderful reason for driving him away? What kind of excuse is that?"
"It was an expensive dress," she said. Angel froze as he saw Giles's eyes flash a deadly green.
"You unmitigated BITCH! All he wanted was to help! What the hell is wrong with you? Your dress got torn? So What? No one is perfect. God, grow up. Clothes can be replaced or mended. Someone's self worth on the other hand? That's almost impossible to fix once shattered."
"I didn't mean for him to leave," she cried. Giles just looked at her coldly, as did the rest of the Scooby Gang.
"You didn't mean it? Well, I'm sure that makes it all better," Giles said caustically. "I want you to think on this real hard Cordelia. Think about it every night he's out there somewhere alone and possibly hurt or worse. You just remember what you didn't mean to do and pray I can bloody well find him."
"Why do you care?" The young, black man said, finally speaking. "Angel and Cordy lead me to believe you didn't like Wesley too much."
"I've spoken to Wesley since Sunnydale so be quiet about things you don't know or understand. I received a letter today; this letter is from my father. It explains something to me I was afraid of from the moment I met Wesley. What that is none of your concern but know this, the Hell Mouth is your responsibility now until we find Wesley. I've arranged for Faith's release form prison to help you but the Hell Mouth is your problem until I find Wesley."
"You're leaving?" Angel asked looking at the group. Xander nodded, as did Willow. Tara had also remained in the car.
"Yes, we're going to find him. You had better hope we find him whole or I really will give you something to cry about Cordelia."
Saying that, Giles turned and left with his entourage following. He knew he'd been harsh with Cordelia but something had to be done about that girl's seeming inability to think before she spoke. He and his charges got back into his convertible and headed off to where Giles had gotten an SUV with tinted windows and shades so Spike could ride in it. He made arrangements for the convertible to be shipped back to Sunnydale and got into the driver's seat of his new ride. Xander jokingly called it his 'Chick Mobile'. They drove onto the interstate Giles following the trace of Wesley's power he was able to locate with a crystal. He knew Willow would use a Locator Spell soon. They would find Wesley soon. Find his son...
Xavier's School:
Wesley followed Professor Xavier as he gave him the tour of the house and explained the school to him.
"We are what are called Mutants, Wesley. My students have extraordinary gifts that set them apart from mainstream humans. I teach them here, away from prejudice and hate of the outside word."
"Doesn't that leave them unprepared to deal with it in the real world professor? I understand what you're trying to do but you're isolating these kids. I do understand but you need regular humans here too." Wesley trailed off with a light snicker. "Not that I know from normal. I work for a bleedin' vampire. So, you'll have to excuse my comments. It's just, I grew up with an insulated group and I knew jack shit when confronted with the real world."
"Vampire's aren't real," a southern accented voice said from behind them. Wesley turned and looked at a girl with brown hair and a white streak in it.
"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" Wesley barked. "And you'd be wrong. Scan my thoughts if you don't believe me professor. It's all in my head."
"No, Wesley," the professor said. "I trust you. I can see you have an interesting take on life."
"Life's kicked me in the groin a few times, professor. I keep getting up. But it leaves its mark."
Wesley turned suddenly and brought his arm up knocking the young man who was running at him flat on his ass. He looked down at the boy and smiled.
"Never sneak up on someone who kills demons for a living. It's hazardous to your health."
"Are you alright, John?" the professor asked. John looked up at Wesley in complete shock. He was a skilled hunter and yet Wesley had just knocked him on his ass.
"How'd you do that?" the boy asked. Wesley sighed and sat on one of the chairs in the hallway.
"I was trained to fight demon, vampires and other unsavory things from hell. A fifteen year old Native American is nothing compared to that."
"I see we'll learn from each other here. Come, Wesley, dinner is ready."
Wesley followed professor Xavier and John down to the dinning room where he saw Jean and Logan a whole bunch of other people in the room. He sat down in an empty chair and looked at the food in front of him.
It wasn't home... but he felt like he fit. That was a step up at any rate.