Title: Passing By

Author: Jedi Buttercup

Disclaimer: All your Buffy and Angel are belong to Joss Whedon.

Rating: K+

Summary: B:tVS, S4; A:tS, S1. Wesley finds his gaze unexpectedly caught by the bright Slayer. Double drabble.

Spoilers: A:tS 1.19 "Sanctuary"

Notes: For maevebran, 3rd entry in the btvsatslove drabblethon. She requested B/A, B/Wes, or Wes/Fred: fluff or romance. This is more like angst, unfortunately, but builds on the previous two; it takes many small moments to add up to a foundation.

"They'll expect to find you gone," Wesley told Angel, holding up the syringe he'd been given, "and her drugged." He glanced after the dark Slayer as he spoke, watching to see that she was retrieving her coat as ordered-- and found his gaze caught by the bright Slayer instead. Of course she would have come, after all that had happened; nonetheless, her presence was an unexpected jolt to his system.

"How many?" Angel prompted.

"Three." Wesley pocketed the syringe again, turning away from Angel as he spoke to stride hurriedly across the room after Faith-- then paused in front of Buffy, unable to pass her without a proper greeting.

"Hello, Buffy," he said, gently. He took in the curly fall of her long, blonde hair, the distress written clearly across her face, and the blood on her lip, and wondered what she saw when she looked at him. "I'm afraid you've come at a bad time."

For a brief moment she met his gaze; something deep and wordless hung in the air between them. But there was no time to wonder; events pressed urgently onward.

"I'm feeling that," she replied, glancing back to Angel, and the moment passed them by.