__Weekend Warriors__
By Kath



Buffy sat on the large tombstone, legs dangling
down, swinging aimlessly. She could feel her heart
rate coming back to normal and she'd finally caught
her breath. Looking down, she noticed blood
trickling down her leg from the small wound on her
knee.

<<that's what I get for patrolling in shorts>>

A rather dusty hand reached over and dabbed at her
knee with a pristine white handkerchief. Buffy
turned and grinned at her companion.

"Hey Wes, don't go getting your hankie all dirty on
my account. A little blood doesn't bother me; comes
with the territory."

Wesley was sitting next to her, his leather jacket
and jeans covered in the remains of the vampires
they had been battling. "It's a watcher's duty to
take care of the slayer." He smiled back at her.
"Old habits die hard." He heard Buffy giggling to
herself. "I've said something to amuse you again, I
suppose." He seemed to do that alot.

"No, not really. Just a random association... I
thought, since you only come visit on weekends, that
you're a 'Weekend Watcher', which made me think of
'Weekend Warrior' and then I started picturing you
jumping out of an airplane in army gear...hence the
giggle." She petered out sheepishly, not really
believing she'd actually told him all that. She
reached up and tried to brush some of the vamp dust
out of his hair, causing it to end up in his face.

"Finding that vampire nest was certainly exciting!"
Wesley managed to get out, between sneezes.

"Oh yeah, as compared to your day job killing
demons."

"Actually, Angel does most of the killing. I do more
of the research and tracking, so it is quite
exhilarating to be able to get my hands dirty, so to
speak. And to be able to fight alongside the
slayer...well..."

"What? C'mon...spill. I won't laugh, I swear!"

"It's going to sound rather pathetic....it's just
that, well...it's how I thought things were going to
be last year.

Their eyes met and Buffy reached out for his hand
and gave it a friendly squeeze. "I guess we both had
to grow into this relationship, huh.......Now what's
up?"

Wesley was blushing. "Nothing. Just having one of
those - what did you call them? - random
associations. It's silly really."

"I told you mine, so now you have to tell me yours.
It's the rule." She reached up and gave his ear a
playful twist. "C'mon, you can't resist me. I'm The
Slayer!" This only made Wesley blush deeper. Now
Buffy was really curious. She slid over, so that she
was sitting on the young man's lap. "I'm not gonna
let you up until you tell me!"

Long pause, and then, "Oh, all right...I was
wondering why it is that whenever I kiss a girl from
this town, I end up becoming friends with her,
instead of...well, you know."

Buffy was so surprised she released her grip on
Wesley and found herself landing in a heap at his
feet. Instantly, he sprang up and helped her up.

<<well, that was graceful, Buffy>> she thought as
she dusted herself off. "So, just how many of 'us'
have there been, anyway?"

"Two...er, three, no four...that is to say....two
girls - four kisses."

"Well, you're a regular Don Quixote."

"I think you mean Don Juan."

"Nope. Don Quixote. Strange tall guy - fought
windmills. Ha! I actually read that book. Or maybe I
saw the movie, can't remember......HEY! So, if I'm
ONE of the girls, then who's the other one?"
 
"You mean she didn't tell you? I thought for sure
she'd told everyone what a disappointment I was.
Although, I thought it went considerably better the
second time we met."

Buffy guessed. "Cordelia? We were never the types to
actually sit down and confide in each other.
Everybody knew she had a 'thing' for you though. You
mean you two aren't a hot item in L.A.?"

"Er, no. Our relationship has evolved into something
more, well, familial." Seeing the question mark on
Buffy's face, he tried again. "We're more like
siblings; brother and sister."

"Oh, gee that's too bad...don't see what the prob
was. I thought you were a pretty good kisser."

"Really?! Would you like to try it again?" The words
just popped out of Wesley's mouth before he could
stop them.

Buffy gave him a strange look, but then shrugged.
She didn't have any other hot prospects on the
horizon. "Sure, why not?" Before he could answer,
she'd wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled
him down to her, planting her lips firmly on his.
After a moment, he relaxed and began to respond,
putting his hands on her hips. At first Buffy was
really enjoying it, but then suddenly she began to
feel nervous, for some reason. This nervousness took
the form of an ill-timed giggle. She couldn't help
herself.

Wesley broke away and the look of dismay on his face
only made her giggle again. "I'm soooo sorry Wes!
Really, it's not you - it's me." Wesley eyed her
skeptically. "I couldn't help it. I think its got
something to do with you being my watcher - or, that
you  were. It makes it feel kinda, I dunno, weird.
I'm really sorry....We're still friends, right?"

Wesley smiled weakly and sighed. "Of course, we're
still friends. It was a stupid idea and I should
have known better than to have suggested it."

Buffy frowned. "Not that stupid, really. What we
need to do is find you a girlfriend."

"I'd settle for a nice hot cup of tea."

Buffy linked her arm through his and started to
practically drag Wesley from the cemetery. "C'mon,
I'm starving. What kind of watcher would let his
slayer starve?" She grinned at him, hoping to tease
a smile out of him. She was rewarded with a big one,
as he let her lead him down the sidewalk, towards
the nearest restaurant. Despite the embarrassment of
what had just happened, Wesley was perfectly happy
to be there, walking arm in arm with the slayer -
His slayer.

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