Author: PadawanCassy PM
What if Wesley's life had been a little diferent; would Fate still seek him out or would he find his own path in life. On Hiatus!Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 5 - Words: 6,091 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 10-19-09 - Published: 08-22-09 - id: 5322968
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A/N: Hey everyone! This story came to me, after watching Wanted. I hope you enjoy it, if not then sorry. Also some of the characters I couldn't find anything more about them, so I made some stuff up. All spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. (Chapter One)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Wanted, I'm just playing with the characters and the plot.
A/N: Hey everyone! This story came to me, after watching Wanted. I hope you enjoy it, if not then sorry. Also some of the characters I couldn't find anything more about them, so I made some stuff up. All spelling and grammar mistakes are mine.
Six Months ago, I was a normal everyday Joe. Then my life changed, whether for good or bad, I still don't know. Hopefully I can figure it out before someone I care about gets hurt…or worse killed.
Six Months ago,
Standing silently in a crowd of people singing "Happy Birthday" was a young man no older then twenty four watching his overbearing boss Janice celebrating her birthday. The table in front of him was covered with crappy food that made him want to gag his own tong, while his boss Janice was placed an overly huge piece of chocolate cake onto a paper plate. Cringing the young man turned away and slowly walked back towards his cubicle; Wesley Gibson was his name and god how he hated this place with a passion.
After he had been promoted to Account Manger, his life started to go down hill; his best friend Barry (or sack of shit, asshole of a man-whore, best friend was screwing his class-A bitch,) of a girlfriend Cathy behind his back. Sadly Barry didn't know Wesley, as well as he thought he did, because it didn't take a supper genius or a blind guy to figure out what was going on. Wesley looked down at his desk at the only picture there was, standing in a metal frame in the back corner of his desk; was a picture of him, when he was eighteen with his best friend Abigail. That was just after she had to leave for Michigan, Wesley had really suffered after she left; he stupidly start dating Cathy even after Abigail told him, that she was a succubus. Which for Cathy wasn't a huge leap!
Sitting down in the computer chair, Wesley picked up the picture and looked at it. Sighing he set it down and stared at it; Barry being the noisy asshole he was, started strutting over towards him, like a puffed out rooster.
"Hey man, what's up?" Barry asked noisily.
Wesley frowned as he looked up at him, god he wished he wasn't such a pussy. The thought of yanking the keyboard out of the computer and smashing into Barry's face sounded really appealing right about now. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, Wesley shrugged.
"Nothing much," Wesley went back to staring at the picture, while Barry tilted a little closer to have a look at what Wesley was staring at.
"Staring at you ex's picture, huh man?"
Wesley looked up and glared at Barry, these were the few times that he actually grew a pair. "One, she was not my ex and two I knew her longer then you. She was one of my best friends at school that was before she moved to Michigan. Why is it too you anyway?" Wesley growled.
"No reason, no reason at all." Barry said defensively, looking like a kicked puppy as he scampered back to his own cubicle.
"If only you could see me now, Abby. You would have kicked my ass, for all the stupid shit of done since you left." Wesley mumbled under his breath as he went back to looking at the pair of dark green eyes smiling at him from behind a metal frame.
Meanwhile outside of the airport, a young dark green eyed woman was walking out onto the sidewalk with her Aunt Lucy; her long auburn hair was put up in a stylish twist. Stepping passed people, the young woman followed her Aunt towards the parking lot as the older woman was talking, a mile, a minute; while she was lugging her suitcases along the way.
"Oh I'm so glad your back; I've missed you so much." Aunt Lucy said as she popped the trunk to the Chevy, before helping the young woman with her luggage.
"Did you tell Wes' I was coming home?" The young woman asked she picked up the two larger suitcases up without effort and put them in the back along with her carry-on bag.
"No Abby, I didn't. I thought you had, dear." Aunt Lucy said a little too innocently, as she closed the lid a little too hard before heading off towards the driver's seat.
"No I didn't, is there something wrong?" Abigail slipped into the seat and pulled the seatbelt over her shoulder before clipping it in.
"No! Why would you ask that?" Aunt Lucy said a bit hurried.
Grabbing the keys out of the ignition before her aunt could do anything, Abigail stared at her unnervingly. Sighing in defeat Aunt Lucy gave in, while leaning back away from the steering wheel.
"After you left, Wes started having panic attacks like he had when he was at school; he didn't want you to know, because he knew you would worry, dear. You were the only one that ever treated him as a person instead of a weirdo like those other children. The last time I talked to him he was dating a young woman named Cathy, but to be honest, you're Aunt Esme calls her a bitchy witch." Aunt Lucy said as she looked over at Abigail with guilty eyes.
"Cathy? Cathy as in Catherine Monay! How the hell did he end up with that succubus?" Abigail growled.
"Abigail! That's not nice, but very true." Aunt Lucy agreed while mockingly scolded her niece. "Now young lady unless you want to stay here the rest of the day, give up those keys." Aunt Lucy added as she held her hand out for the keys.
Handing them over, Abigail pouted as her dark green eyes lit up mischievously. Wesley didn't know she was coming, oh to see the look on his face would be worth not telling him, she was back for good. Just hopefully, she could wait to sneak up on him and not bump into him at apartments.