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missing wesvis like a mf they make me so ill actually. common law (mainly wesvis) themed headcanon dump/rambling in no particular order because ill explode if i dont get this out of my system
if youve seen these before no you havent.
i routinely think about common law where everything is the exact same but travis and wes are secretly together. not much to say
the possibility that. since they both presumably have datesalon accounts,,, them somehow matching or whatver,,,
thinking about wes and jonelle being buddies. and them talking and having fun and just. i have this mental image of her learning about whatever state wesvis is in and just,,, "wes. really? i thought you were better than this" but in a fun silly way
thinking about a wes who attaches himself to alex because he doesnt want to confront the dact that he and his life are changing. because wes to me is so driven by routine and control(? over his own life i mean),, him craving something he sees as normalcy maybe
wesvis and everyone adores you (at least i do)
them playing gay chicken
thinking about the piano in alexs house. and how wes probably played,,, "maybe when you get your own place you can have it” or something
thinking about wes and travis’ arguments. theyre both very stubborn people and I dont think they explicitly apologize unless they like realllyyyyyy fuck up,, thinking about them both having their own ways about apologizing,,,
thinking about wes. and like. i imagine he sees relationships as something transactional? very much “i do this for you, you do this for me”. he seems very straightforward to me. he is very straight forward. anyway wes and acts of service and maybe gift giving ♥️
building off on the gift giving part. i think that travis has definitely been given something maybe on the expensive side as an apology from wes. and i think that maybe (especially if it was more than once) he's confronted wes about it because he sees it as wes trying to like. buy him over? i imagine travis has definitely had like a foster parent that didnt try to forge any meaningful connection with him and just tried to buy him over instead. so im thinking about him confronting wes about it and im thinking about them talking about it (and wes having to explicitly apologize because implied apologies isn't quite enough)
i dont think wes completely stops with the gifting though. but i think that he does change its presentation so to say.
i think they have fun doing their little improvising things. they match each other's freak so well
Wes proposed. Amanda said yes. Lili is thrilled and so are their friends and family.
Amanda's ex-husband and his wife are less so. They already thought that three was a crowd and apparently four is entirely too many. What will they be willing to do to prevent Wes from joining their family?
Chapter 22 is now up.
Read on Ao3 or below the cut.
They take the train.
Wes’s doctors don’t think that the elevation changes and slightly lower air pressure in an airplane cabin are the best thing for his weakened system.
They also take the slightly longer route with more transfers as an added reason to get up and walk about during the trip to help prevent blood clots from forming.
Add in drinking an enormous amount of water and the resulting trips to the small bathroom at the back of the train car and hopefully it will be enough to keep his flood flowing smoothly.
Otherwise, he spends most of the trip asleep; conked out with his head pillowed on Sean’s shoulder.
Grant sits across from them, pulling Wes’s feet up to rest in his lap and massaging his legs.
It’s a long fifteen hours for all three of them but if the doctor says it’s better for Wes’s health than flying, Sean and Grant will do it happily.
Amanda and Lili are waiting for them at Budapest – complete with a welcome home sign.
Wes smiles tiredly when he sees them, leaning heavily into his dad’s side.
“Wes!” Lili cheers, running toward him.
She slows as she approaches him, carefully wrapping her arms around his middle instead of slamming into him.
“Hey sunshine.” he says warmly, looping an arm around her shoulders.
“I missed you.” she tells him. “Are you… are you okay?”
“Yeah.” he says. “I’m okay. Ready for a nap but I already feel a lot better.”
“Mom and I are gonna take really good care of you.” she tells him, taking his hand and starting to walk back toward the car. “She made a list. Hydrating fluids, healthy snacks, a nice soft blanket to help you sleep, blackout curtains, a humidifier and plenty of entertainment so you don’t get bored and do something stupid.”
Wes snorts, coming to a stop and turning to meet Amanda’s eyes.
“You told her to say that.” he accuses playfully.
“I think she might just know you.” she says, hand coming up to caress the side of his face. “Hi.”
“You’re more beautiful than when I left for Poland.” he says softly. “How is that possible?”
“Alright sweet talker.” she says, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Let’s get you horizontal.”
He smirks rakishly.
“I like the sound of that.”
She swats lightly at the back of his head and Sean nudges him forward.
“You can flirt with your girl when I’m not stuck playing human crutch.” he tells his son.
“Can’t complain about that when I keep getting stuck playing third wheel to you and that librarian.” Grant interjects and Wes’s head pops up like a Golden Retriever puppy.
“Librarian?” he asks.
“This is the kind of thing that loses you best friend status.” Sean growls playfully.
“But cements godfather status forever.” Wes says. “Tell me more.”
“I’ll save it for a bedtime story.” Grant tells him.
“So when we get to the car?” Wes jokes half-heartedly.
His dad had gently shaken him awake as they’d pulled into the station and now – less than ten minutes later – he’s already ready to drift off again.
He hates it.
He’s been hurt plenty of times before.
But sepsis is a new one.
And knowing that recovering from sepsis was going to suck ass is differently from actually having to deal with it.
“It’ll get better, kiddo.” his dad soothes softly, the arm around Wes’s waist squeezing gently.
They reach the doors, Amanda and Grant pushing them open and holding them to allow Wes and his dad to exit the station.
Amanda had managed to find curbside parking and opens the back door for Wes to slide in.
Once he’s settled in the middle, Sean jogs around to the other side and Lili climbs up next to him.
Wes forces himself to stay upright until his dad is settled before tipping toward him, resting his head on his dad’s shoulder.
Lili reclaims his hand.
“You can sleep, Wes.” she says softly. “We’ll be here.”
Amanda has climbed behind the steering wheel and Grant is settling into the passenger seat.
Surrounded by his family, he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.
Lili wasn’t kidding when she said that she and Amanda were prepared to take the best possible care of him.
He hasn’t seen the list but it definitely seems like something that might exist.
There’s water, gatorade, pedialyte, and a couple of different kinds of juices.
Crackers, yogurt, scrambled eggs, chicken noodle soup, cottage cheese and other easy to eat and easy to digest foods.
New blankets and pillows and new soft, warm pajama pants and t-shirts.
Blackout curtains in their bedroom to help him sleep even during the day.
A humidified and brown noise machine.
“You know I don’t need all of this, right.” he says as she helps him get comfortable in bed, handing him the remote control.
“I know.” she says, leaning forward to press her forehead against his. “But I love you. I spent three days with pictures and videos of you being tortured and nothing I tried to do seemed like it was helping. Just… let me baby you a little now that I can, okay?”
He softens, running his fingers through her hair and gently pushing her back until he can meet her eyes with his own.
“I love you too.” he says gently. “And I’m really sorry you had to see those.”
Then he sighs.
“I guess I can agree to a little babying if it will make you feel better.” he says reluctantly. “Just…”
“Not too much.” she says, kissing his nose. “Now can I get you something to drink? To eat?”
“Some of that soup maybe?” he asks. “Then I’ll probably fall asleep again.”
“Mind if I join you?” she asks. “I haven’t been sleeping great since you left and since Lili is pretty well entertained by your dad and Grant…”
“I could use a teddy bear.” he says with a shrug.
“I’ll grab Tito while I get your soup then.” she says, winking playfully.
“Mean.” he mutters, watching her walk out of the room.
She still curls up next to him after he finishes the soup.
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Wes proposed. Amanda said yes. Lili is thrilled and so are their friends and family.
Amanda's ex-husband and his wife are less so. They already thought that three was a crowd and apparently four is entirely too many. What will they be willing to do to prevent Wes from joining their family?
Chapter 21 is now available.
Read on Ao3 or below the cut.
Five days.
That’s how long Sean waits for his son to wake up.
The ventilator finally gets turned off and the tube pulled from Wes’s throat on the morning of day four.
The doctors discontinue the sedatives at the same time.
He’d stubbornly continued sleeping for another two days.
Sean wants to laugh.
Wants to make jokes about high school and the way that his kid was not a morning person.
Getting him up in the mornings was always hard and even more so as a Junior and Senior when he’d had conditioning for soccer before school.
On the weekends when Sean let him sleep in, he’d often come stumbling into the living room around noon, his hair a chaotic mess.
It’s long after noon now, time to get up kid.
But Wes was tortured so he’ll let him sleep.
To a point.
His eyes fill with tears when familiar blue-green eyes blink open.
Wes doesn’t move other than his eyes drifting from side to side.
Sean leans forward, squeezing his son’s hand.
“Wes? Buddy?” He calls softly. “You with me, kiddo?”
Grant stirs, sitting up in the recliner.
Wes squeezes his hand back.
“D’d?” He mumbles, eyes drifting closed again.
“None of that five more minutes nonsense.” Sean teases. “Eyes open kiddo.”
Wes’s entire face screws up but he manages to force his eyes back open.
His head rolls weakly toward Sean.
“There you are.” Sean says, hand coming up to cup the back of his neck. “How do you feel?”
Grant has levered himself up out of the recliner and come around the other side of the bed.
Sean watches him press the call button out of the corner of his eye while Wes’s forehead furrows as he thinks about the answer to the question.
“Okay. I think?” He says, almost sounding confused.
“Hurting anywhere?” Sean presses gently.
“Stomach feels… tight.” Wes says finally. “‘M a little… hot?”
“Fever has come down a lot but you’re definitely still warm.” Sean says, hand coming around to press gently to his son’s cheek and forehead despite his temperature being displayed on the monitor.
Wes leans into the touch.
The door swings in and Sean glances back to see the doctor coming to a stop at the foot of the bed.
“It’s good to see you awake.” The man says with a smile. “How are we feeling?”
“Like a pincushion.” Wes jokes, his voice still scratchy from disuse but getting stronger.
Sean picks up a cup of water from the side table, guiding the straw to his son’s mouth so he can take a few sips.
“Any pain?” The doctor asks.
Wes shakes his head.
“Jus’ feels a little tight.” He answers.
“Mind if I take a peek at your stitches?” The doctor asks.
Wes nods and Sean steps back so that the doctor can side in next to the bed.
He carefully shifts blankets and the hospital gown and then peels back bandages.
It doesn’t look like much.
Sean knows how deep it is but on the surface it had only taken two sutures to close up.
The skin had been a little inflamed earlier in the week from the stomach acid that had leaked from his perforated stomach but most of that has faded.
Wes winces as the man carefully probes around the edges of the laceration before nodding to himself and pressing the bandages back into place.
“It’s healing nicely.” He tells the room at large. “Another three to five days and we’ll be able to remove the external sutures. The internal ones will dissolve on their own as things heal.”
Wes nods tiredly.
This isn’t exactly his first rodeo with dissolvable stitches.
“Labs from this morning are looking very promising.” The doctor continues. “Now that you’re awake, we can start considering the possibility of discharging you and getting you back to Budapest to recover in your own bed.”
Wes’s face brightens at that but Sean doesn’t have it in him to tease his son.
Not about that.
He’d like to get Wes back home to recover in his own bed too.
If he thought Wes would go for it, he might whisk him away to LA but Wes has people in Hungary waiting to see him.
Not to mention an international flight while recovering from an infection and still taking antibiotics will be hard enough from Paris to Budapest.
Paris to LA would be significantly longer.
Six times longer in fact.
In the time it would take to fly to LA, they could reach Budapest by train.
Which Sean is actually considering.
While it would take longer than flying, it might be worth it to bypass the altitude changes and turbulence – especially during landing and take -off.
He’ll have to talk it over with Wes as they get closer to actually leaving.
Maybe ask his doctors what they think as well.
The doctor fusses for a few more minutes before disappearing into the hallway.
Wes’s eyes are dropping but Sean has to ask.
“You have it in you to make a phone call before you turn into a pumpkin?”
Wes frowns for a moment before a smile spreads across his face and he nods.
Amanda picks up on the first ring.
“How is he?” She demands without greeting.
Sean just smiles, turning the phone around to show Wes, eyes open and a fond smile gracing his lips.
“Hey babe.” He says.
“Wes!” She gasps. “You’re awake!”
“For a bit.” He agrees, blinking slowly.
“How are you feeling?” She asks, already scanning his face for the answer.
“I’m good.” He reassures her. “Little tired but good.”
She doesn’t believe it for a second but she just smiles, a slightly exasperated adoration in her eyes that soothes Sean’s worried dad heart.
“Do you wanna talk to Lili before you return to dreamland?” She asks him.
“Yes please.” He replies instantly. “How’s she doing?”
She frowns.
“They arrested Laszlo at the Chateau.” She says, making sure he’s fully caught up. “She knew he might be involved but we both hoped that maybe… but she’ll be glad to see you awake. She’s been worried.”
Wes frowns.
Amanda turns from the screen for a moment and then a smaller face swims into the frame next to hers.
“Wes!” Lili exclaims. “You’re awake! Are you feeling better?”
“Hey sunshine.” Wes says warmly. “Yeah. I’m doing right as rain. Doctor is already talking about booting me back to Budapest.”
“You’re coming home?” Both of his girls exclaim as one.
“He wants to finish the IV antibiotics before he kicks him.” Sean cuts in. “Might be on our way to you guys sometime tomorrow. Definitely by the day after. But he’s gonna be resting for a while.”
Post-sepsis syndrome is no joke.
Wes is likely to have his ass planted on a couch for a few weeks at least.
“I’m sorry you got hurt because of me.” Lili says quietly.
“Hey, no.” Wes says seriously. “None of this was your fault, Sunshine. And I’m going to be okay.”
“Lili was actually a big help in finding you.” Sean says. “Helped us plot Ibolya’s habits to track her.”
“A born investigator like her mom.” Wes says.
He wants to talk to her more.
To reassure her that none of this was her fault.
To check in with how she’s feeling about her dad’s involvement in all of this.
But neither of those conversations are really face-time from another country while he struggles to stay awake material.
“I miss you guys.” he says instead. “Can’t wait to get home.”
“We can’t wait to have you home.” Amanda says, an arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “Get some rest, baby. Let us know what they say about leaving tomorrow.”
“Will do.” he promises. “Love you guys.”
“We love you too.” they chorus and then his dad is ending the call.
“Alright.” he says, setting the phone aside. “Back to sleep with you. Do you think you can fall asleep or shall I sing to you?”
“Gonna have enough nightmares as it is.” Wes grumbles playfully.
His dad’s hand still comes up to brush his hair back from his face.
“I’ll be here if you do.” he promises.
“Thanks dad.” Wes mumbles sleepily, already drifting off to sleep, soothed by the familiar motion.
He probably will have nightmares. It was shit couple of days locked up in that damn dungeon.
Wes proposed. Amanda said yes. Lili is thrilled and so are their friends and family.
Amanda's ex-husband and his wife are less so. They already thought that three was a crowd and apparently four is entirely too many. What will they be willing to do to prevent Wes from joining their family?
Chapter 18 is now up.
Read on Ao3 or below the cut.
Andre is talking to a nurse when they walk into the waiting room.
He spots them, thanks the nurse and then walks over to them.
“Welcome to France.” he greets.
“Wes?” Sean presses, bypassing polite greetings.
“Out of surgery.” Andre answers. “The proud new owner of over a hundred and fifty stitches. Um, they’d put almost two dozen of those skewers all the way through him before pulling them almost halfway out. Some of them had already clotted up, started to heal and they left those alone. The wound tract from the rapier took the most to close up. He’s already one transfusion in and seems to be responding well but it’s a little hard to tell what with the sepsis.”
“How bad is it?” Sean asks.
“He’s hovering in the upper 104 range. Still on the ventilator from surgery and oxygen levels are continuing to creep down. Other organs including his liver, kidneys and heart are showing early signs of failure. White cell counts are through the roof.” Andre answers.
“Treatment?” Sean asks.
“No choice but to go aggressive.” Andre says. “They flushed the abdominal cavity with an antibacterial rinse during the surgery and are hitting him hard with an antibiotic cocktail tailored to the typical bacteria expected to be seen in the human stomach.”
“Too early to know if he’s responding.” Sean says, shaking his head.
“I don’t know how he was still conscious when we found him.” Andre says. “From what the doc is telling me - based on what his vitals and blood work tell us about blood volume and the severity of the infection – his being dead was a lot more likely.”
“Never let it be said my kid is anything but stubborn.” Sean says softly. “Can I see him?”
“Got a room number for you.” Andre says. “I can take you up.”
“Let’s go.”
It’s quiet in the elevator on the way upstairs.
Andre falls back once they get to Wes’s room, standing at the door with Riley to watch as Sean approaches the bed.
The older man sinks into a chair, reaching up to stroke his fingers through sweat- damp hair.
“Hey kiddo.” he says softly. “Been a rough week, huh?”
A tender kiss pressed to a clammy forehead.
“Dad’s here now, okay kid?” he promises gently, voice choking up slightly and Andre feels a hand clamping around his chest.
That’s the voice of a father who’s worried about their kid.
A father scared he might lose his son.
Andre can’t help but feel like he should have prevented this.
That they should have gotten to Wes faster, maybe handled the case in Poland smarter so that he wouldn’t have been taken in the first place.
A full twenty four hours had passed between that rapier being forced through Wes’s abdomen - piercing his stomach – and the team finding that castle.
Twenty four hours of bacteria and stomach acid seeping from where it belonged into Wes’s abdominal cavity.
Causing a devastating bacterial infection that had migrated to his bloodstream.
They’ve found him now but it might be too little too late.
Wes is fighting for his life and that stubbornness that Sean spoke of with such fondness might only have given him the chance to say goodbye.
To talk to the woman he loves one last time before his body surrendered to the abuse that it’s suffered.
Sean is still talking but his voice has dropped to a near whisper, his words something personal, meant only for the ears of his son.
“Let’s give them a minute.” Andre tells Riley, stepping away. “I should call Smitty and see how things are going anyway.”
She nods slowly, silently following him down the hallway.
It’s going to be a long couple of days.
Smitty is already on her way to the hospital when they call.
Thanks to her personal stake in the case, she’s been removed from the investigation even on the Interpol side.
Once a team had arrived to begin processing the scene, she’d been told to leave.
That they would keep her informed on the results but a team that could be impartial was needed for a case of this magnitude.
Normally she would probably take offense at that but all of them are exhausted after the week they’ve had.
Even without Wes’s abduction and the attempts to blackmail Amanda, it had been trying.
It’s never good when the investigation of the murder of an American citizen ties back to someone in the local government, much less when the suspect is the child of a politician.
The murder of a young man they’d already been convinced was being set up had been disappointing and frustrating for all of them and the added pressure of the local police keeping Wes in custody to appease his angry father had only worsened the blow.
They know now that Ibolya was responsible for the deaths of both Jakob Tomasiak and Teresa Williams and hopefully the Interpol investigation will find the person who’d done the dirty work.
But that doesn’t change the fact that two young people with their entire lives in front of them are now dead.
All because Ibolya Vass hadn’t seen them as people at all, had only seen pawns that could be moved about and sacrificed to get what she wanted.
She hadn’t seen Wes as a person either.
Or Amanda.
Even Lili – her so-called chance at a legacy – wasn’t someone who’s desires mattered in the scheme of Ibolya Vass getting whatever she wanted.
They come across plenty of people like that in their line of work but it never fails to make Andre sick.
If that’s what money does to people, he’s perfectly fine with what he’s got even if the water pressure in his apartment isn’t the best.
