Spoilers: For S5 I guess.
A big thanks to Viciouswishes for the imense Beta Job
When Wesley woke up, his entire body ached. Forestalling any movement he might have thought to make. Laying there, he tried to gather his thoughts. What had happened? Where was he?
The room felt cold, damp. He carefully pried open his eyes and found that the room was also pitch dark. Either that or he'd gone blind or had not actually opened his eyes. Still not moving he took in what he could from his surroundings. Which wasn't much, considering the darkness.
He could tell there was someone else in the room. He could hear his own breathing and that of another person. But he couldn't see a thing, and he was sure he had his eyes open. Wesley moved his hand very slowly and carefully to feel the ground. The ground in fact, turned out to be a very thin mattress. His back however was stone cold and damp, as it would be if he were lying against a wall.
Deciding to take a chance, Wesley moved more obviously. Wanting to see if that would attract the other persons attention. He bit down on a painful groan when moving to lie on his back. Dear lord, what had happened? He felt as though something heavy sat on him.
The other person moved. "Oh good, your awake. It's about time," a female voice said. It sounded relieved, worried, and afraid at the same time.
Wesley could hear her coming closer. In fact, she had already been closer then he thought. He still couldn't see a thing. Wesley had recognized the voice and was surprised to find it had trembled a bit with fear.
With considerable effort, Wesley tried to get up. A pair of helping hands where there within moments and propped him up against the wall. He nodded his thanks before he thought of the fact that she could not see that. Or could see? "Where are we? Why is it so dark in here?"
She sat down next to him. Her shoulder brushing his lightly. The wall felt cold and damp against their backs. "As far as I can tell we're in some sort of cave," she said. "I don't know where. I didn't see anything from drive of the parking garage of Wolfram and Hart to here." She sighed, pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them. "It's pretty dark in here yes, but you'll get used to it."
"I...how long have we been here? What happened?" It seemed he only had questions. And the more answers he got, the more questions came up.
She stayed silent, as if thinking over the questions.
Wesley looked into the direction he knew she would be, not actually seeing her. He tried to peer through the darkness but could make out nothing but odd silhouettes. "Eve?"
Eve took in a deep breath as if he had shaken her awake. "I don't know how long we've been here. I lost track of time. We get one meal at whatever hour they fancy. We might have been here for hours, days, a month?"
Wesley nodded, squashing down the shock he felt creeping into his system. Surely it couldn't have been month or even days? But panicking wouldn't get him – them – anywhere.
"What happened?" he asked again.
"What do you remember?" Eve shot back.
Wesley frowned. He remembered going home; he had been in the garage of Wolfram and Hart. Then some men had jumped him unexpectedly. He remembered hitting one and then everything had gone black. "I got jumped in the garage of Wolfram and Hart," he told Eve, "That's it, that's all I remember."
Eve nodded. "And I saw it happening. I was going to press the alarm button when they jumped me too. It all happened very fast. We were thrown in a black van, with black windows. Drove for I don't know how long and then they threw us in here." She looked at him. "Whereever here is," she said waving her arms.
They fell silent again, both lost in their own thoughts.
Then after a while she moved slightly. "They really did a number on you, are you okay? how do you feel?" Eve asked.
Wesley blinked. Was that worry in her voice? Surely not. This was Eve. Not to be trusted Eve, I'm actually evil Eve, I'm manipulating everyone Eve. "I...I've been better," he said, keeping his voice neutral.
"I'll bet," She reached out to touch the bruises on his face softly. "I've tried asking for a first aid kit, but other then the meal they shove in here when ever they like, I haven't seen anyone," she shrugged.
Wesley was too tired and too taken aback, to move away from her. He wondered for a brief moment how and why it was that he always was the one who got into these kinds of situations.
Clearing his throat, he looked at Eve, or where he thought she would be, considering where her hand was. "Well Eve, there are a few things we can do."
Eve looked at him expectantly. "Yes?" she asked with a hopeful voice.
"We can stay here and try to find out what's going on," Wesley started, "or we can get the bloody hell out of here and find out what's going on."
He tried to look in her eyes. The darkness still hadn't faded, but he was sure he was looking right in her eyes. "Take your pick Eve, what will it be."