Wesley reached up and rubbed the back of his neck as he set his pen down on the table in front of him. An Io'ic demon. He had thought those were extinct - at least his instructors at the Academy had insisted that they were. But it appeared that they had been - like with so many other things - wrong. In a way, it wasn't surprising considering the instructors had mainly been friends of his father
( ... )
Regan knew what her father’s answer was going to be before he even said it. It was the same conversation they had whenever Wesley was going on a hunt. He’d say no and she’d end up spending the night with a babysitter. And it drove her nuts. She didn’t only want to go because it meant she would be able to fight a demon; she was also worried about her dad. She had already lost her mother and didn’t want to lose him too
( ... )
Pressing his thumb against his temple, Wesley let out a sigh at his daughter's comment as she set the half-sword down on the table in front of him. "It has nothing to do with understanding, Regan," he told her softly. He hadn't been much older than her when his instructors at the Watchers Academy had first put a sword in his hand and taught him how to use it, after all. "It has to do with someone giving you a weapon and me not knowing about it
( ... )
Regan listened to her dad speak, wondering what it would be like to go to the Watcher’s Council. She’d heard him discussing it a few times with her mom, and other people. Plus, she’d met a cyborg version of her grandfather and he had told her about the Council. Just thinking about the whole cyborg incident made her shudder. She had been on the roof when Wesley had shot the thing he thought was his father
( ... )
Before Wesley could reach out and pull Regan to him, make sure that she was okay, he heard Chris and Jonathan and the others coming into the warehouse. He turned to see them looking at him questioningly, their eyes taking in the sight of the dead demon and him and his daughter
( ... )
Regan stayed curled up in the little ball. She didn't even move when she heard her dad outside the Jeep. She almost got him killed. She could've been an orphan without anyone to turn to. Going to stay with Spike wasn't an option since that thing was with him
( ... )
When Regan said she was sorry and starting talking about being afraid of losing him the was they had lost Fred, Wesley found himself deflating. They hadn't spoken of her death since they had moved out to New Haven, and to hear her talking about it now...to hear that she blamed herself
( ... )
Everything Regan had been holding inside of her came rushing forth as she clung to her dad and cried. She had been so alone over the past year, and so afraid. Every time her powers would go haywire, she would become afraid she would hurt her dad. She never wanted to lose him like she'd lost her mother
( ... )
Regan smiled at her dad when he mentioned still going to Boston. They hadn't really discussed her punishment yet, but it sounded like she grounded. She didn't really care since she only left the house with her dad anyway. "I'd like that," Regan said with a grin. "Oh! The paper! I'll get it
( ... )
When Regan slipped her shoes on and ran out the door to get the paper, Wesley shook his head and smiled - he knew that using her powers took a lot of energy out of her, but she seemed to have bounced back. He hadn't had a chance to ask her if she was sore or still hurting in anyway. He definitely was - crashing into that Io'ic demon had been like crashing into a brick wall
( ... )
Regan nodded at her dad’s question. “She was at the end of the driveway. She knew about my powers, and talked about how tall I’d gotten,” she explained as she sat down beside her dad. She was eager to open the book and look through it, but her father had taught her to never open up things she didn’t know anything about
( ... )
When Regan told her what the girl had said about his and Fred's soul, Wesley blinked, his throat tightening. He had always felt a connection to her, had believed that what they shared went far deeper than just what they shared in this life, which was why her death had hit him so hard. Especially when he had found out that her soul had been destroyed. He had felt like a part of him had been torn away
( ... )
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