Room 504, Sunday Morning

[wesleynotponcy]

Since his conversation with Tara on Friday, Wesley had been spending most of his time lost in research about whatever was happening to the multiverse, and thus far it was inconclusive. Book after book had proved unhelpful, so finally, exasperated, he picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
 
"This number has been disconnected," reported the recording on the other end of the line. "Please hang up and dial—"
 
How odd.
 
Well, he tried to rationalize, it wasn't as though Mr. Giles had ever been entirely savvy with technology. He tried Willow's number instead, doing his best to ignore that creeping wary feeling that was rising to the surface.
 
Willow's chipper voice answered, and for a moment Wesley foolishly felt reassured.
 
"Hello?"
 
"Yes – hello – Willow, it's Wesley. Ah, Wyndam-Pryce."
 
As though she knew other Wesleys.
 
"Oh, hey, Wes." A slight muffled sound as Willow cupped her hand over the receiver and told whoever was nearby, "It's Wesley." There was a soft pfft noise in the background and Wesley suppressed a scoff. Yes, thank you for that, Buffy. Then, more clearly, Willow asked, "What's up?"
 
"I was actually hoping to speak with Mr. Giles," Wesley said, and had to sternly remind himself that he was not allowed to bite his lip in uncertainty, damnit. "I had some difficulty reaching him this morning and I thought you might be able to put me in touch with him."
 
But the chances of that didn't look great, because all Willow responded with was a "Who?"
 
Oh, this was bad. This was very bad.
 
"Ah – Mr. Giles," Wesley repeated, utterly failing to get his voice not to waver. "Rup—Rupert Giles." Hopefully, he tried, "Buffy's Watcher?"
 
Willow made an uncertain little sound, then the line went muffled again as she asked someone else something inaudible. After a minute she was back, asking in what sounded like true concern, "Um… who's Buffy?"

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Oh, Katniss. So innocent.

"Well, you've told me dozens of times that I'm rubbish at hunting," Wesley reminded her. "So if you were to hide, you might be missing for days."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"I'll make it very easy for you," she promised with a grin, reaching for his hands to lift them to his eyes.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you insist," Wesley fake-sighed, allowing her to cover his eyes.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"I don't want any peeking," she said as he counted. She flitted over to the window to make sure the blinds were drawn, and checked that the door was locked. (Which wouldn't stop Alex, but she could hope.)

As he neared ten, though, she hurried over to his bed, ducking under the covers. And while all of this was done near-soundlessly, it was probably not her best hiding spot ever. Especially with a few locks of brown hair sticking out from under his sheets.

She wasn't really going for subtlety, anyway.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

When Wesley reached ten, he even gave her a few extra seconds before he opened his eyes, then took in the room. Alright. Closed blinds, locked door... hmm.

First he checked his and Alex's closets, methodically taking in the top shelves of each one as well as under the clothes (you could never know with Katniss), and then slowly made his way around the rest of the room, checking under the desks. He was crouching down to check under his bed when he detected just the faintest rising and faling under the covers.

Well. Crafty, wasn't she?

But after all, she had chosen that hiding place carefully, and it wouldn't do to find her right away, so he straightened up as if he hadn't noticed her. "Katniss?" he called, feigning confusion. "Good lord, I really am rubbish at this..."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

And now she had to try not to laugh, because really, of course he knew where she was, at this point. Her attempts at not giggling just made that rise and fall a little quicker, though.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley feigned an enormous gasp. "Aha!" he cried, and yanked back the blankets.

He could totally go big sometimes.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"You found me!" Katniss said, also feigning shock amidst her rumpled hair. "I thought I was hiding so well!"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I have a very keen eye for this sort of thing," Wesley declared in a tone of exaggerated pompousness, slipping into bed beside her. "Part of my training."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Somehow I never realized that hide and seek was a major facet of Watcher training," she noted, sliding a leg over his with a smile.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you know, we did what we could," Wesley said vaguely, lacing the fingers of one hand through hers. "It's an important skill to have."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"I think hiding might be more important," Katniss declared, winding a leg over his. "Which is why I'm so disappointed you found me this quickly."

Yes. She seemed very disappointed, really.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"You sound it," Wesley observed, amused because he was a dirty, dirty narrative-reader. Meanwhile he was preoccupying himself with kicking off his shoes and then running his toes down the bottom of one of her feet in a quick motion that was meant to see if she was ticklish.

It was totally part of Watcher training. Totally.