Post by siredbyspike on Nov 24, 2009 4:36:05 GMT -5
Title: Interlude
Author: SiredbySpike
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Fred & Wesley
Summary: This takes place right after Wesley dies in Illyria's arms. I wanted to give him and Fred some time together, and I felt like he deserved it before getting screwed over by the senior partners, even in death. It is a work in progress, this is what I have so far.
Rating: PG13-ish
Warnings: so far none, but I won't ruin what comes later!!
Disclaimer: These characters are Whedon's, not mine!!
Author's Note: This hasn't been beta'd, and I am new to Buffyverse fanfic still- so please be gentle!
Things were foggy, and incomprehensible. His surroundings were wrapped in muted grays. The earth seemed to sway and Wesley felt as if he were floating in heavy cotton. No cotton wasn't the right term, cotton implied something lighter, yet he was pinned down and couldn't move.
He wiped his eyes and they began to focus. A brilliant blue sky came in to view, and a bright shining sun. He realized he was lying on his back and carefully, gingerly sat up. His senses were overwhelmed with the landscape around him smacking into reality as he took it all in.
He was in a field, and the grass was greener than he had ever seen in his life. It swayed to and fro in a light, warm breeze and went on for as far as the eye could see. Daisies were scattered throughout and what he smelled reminded him of his childhood. Very early childhood, when he was happy and warm, and safe and the outside world didn't matter. Wesley wiped his hand over his face and tried to make sense of the where and why of him being here. It had to be some sort of spell. The last thing he remembered was fighting Cyvus Vail, and then....Illyria. Was he...had he died?
The breeze kicked up and startled him out of his thoughts , blowing stronger. There seemed to be a small sound in the distance. Was it thunder? Just then a white blur appeared in the corner of his eye. He turned to see what it was and his breath caught in his throat.
Fred.
It was Fred, in a short white dress, the hem flirting with her knees as she strolled casually toward him, a huge smile lighting up her gleaming, beautiful face. A face he had missed so very much. If he was dead, he found himself not minding so much now. Now that she was here, everything would be okay. He jumped to his feet and found that all of the fog had lifted from his head. It must have been pulled away by Fred's sunshine. He ran to her and closed the distance quicker than he had hoped to, and gathered her into his arms.
“Fred. Oh Fred, I'm here. I made it here to you.” A tear crept very slowly down his cheek as he hugged her tight and smelled her wonderful smell. It truly was her.
“Wesley! I have been waitin' for you. I told you it wouldn't be long 'til you were with me. I do believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.” Fred laughed. How he missed that trilling, lilting sound. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned her face to his, her soft lips brushed his and then he was kissing her again. She broke the kiss off too soon, and grabbed his hand, leading him away from where he had been laying and in the direction she had come from.
“Come on, Wesley. We don't have much time, and I don't want you ruinin' anything askin' a bunch of silly questions, okay? What is, just is. So just go with it, and enjoy this borrowed time we have together, kay?” She grinned at him, and his heart skipped a beat.
“Yes Ma'am, whatever you say. If you'd like I won't talk at all, except to say that I love you.” He grinned back at her. And he tried not to think about all of the things he wanted to say, had always wanted her to know. No, he wouldn't let himself ruin this, he promised himself. Whatever this was, he would accept it and be glad of the time he had with her. And here he was earlier fooling himself into thinking it was forever.
To Be Continued.........
Author: SiredbySpike
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Fred & Wesley
Summary: This takes place right after Wesley dies in Illyria's arms. I wanted to give him and Fred some time together, and I felt like he deserved it before getting screwed over by the senior partners, even in death. It is a work in progress, this is what I have so far.
Rating: PG13-ish
Warnings: so far none, but I won't ruin what comes later!!
Disclaimer: These characters are Whedon's, not mine!!
Author's Note: This hasn't been beta'd, and I am new to Buffyverse fanfic still- so please be gentle!
Things were foggy, and incomprehensible. His surroundings were wrapped in muted grays. The earth seemed to sway and Wesley felt as if he were floating in heavy cotton. No cotton wasn't the right term, cotton implied something lighter, yet he was pinned down and couldn't move.
He wiped his eyes and they began to focus. A brilliant blue sky came in to view, and a bright shining sun. He realized he was lying on his back and carefully, gingerly sat up. His senses were overwhelmed with the landscape around him smacking into reality as he took it all in.
He was in a field, and the grass was greener than he had ever seen in his life. It swayed to and fro in a light, warm breeze and went on for as far as the eye could see. Daisies were scattered throughout and what he smelled reminded him of his childhood. Very early childhood, when he was happy and warm, and safe and the outside world didn't matter. Wesley wiped his hand over his face and tried to make sense of the where and why of him being here. It had to be some sort of spell. The last thing he remembered was fighting Cyvus Vail, and then....Illyria. Was he...had he died?
The breeze kicked up and startled him out of his thoughts , blowing stronger. There seemed to be a small sound in the distance. Was it thunder? Just then a white blur appeared in the corner of his eye. He turned to see what it was and his breath caught in his throat.
Fred.
It was Fred, in a short white dress, the hem flirting with her knees as she strolled casually toward him, a huge smile lighting up her gleaming, beautiful face. A face he had missed so very much. If he was dead, he found himself not minding so much now. Now that she was here, everything would be okay. He jumped to his feet and found that all of the fog had lifted from his head. It must have been pulled away by Fred's sunshine. He ran to her and closed the distance quicker than he had hoped to, and gathered her into his arms.
“Fred. Oh Fred, I'm here. I made it here to you.” A tear crept very slowly down his cheek as he hugged her tight and smelled her wonderful smell. It truly was her.
“Wesley! I have been waitin' for you. I told you it wouldn't be long 'til you were with me. I do believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.” Fred laughed. How he missed that trilling, lilting sound. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned her face to his, her soft lips brushed his and then he was kissing her again. She broke the kiss off too soon, and grabbed his hand, leading him away from where he had been laying and in the direction she had come from.
“Come on, Wesley. We don't have much time, and I don't want you ruinin' anything askin' a bunch of silly questions, okay? What is, just is. So just go with it, and enjoy this borrowed time we have together, kay?” She grinned at him, and his heart skipped a beat.
“Yes Ma'am, whatever you say. If you'd like I won't talk at all, except to say that I love you.” He grinned back at her. And he tried not to think about all of the things he wanted to say, had always wanted her to know. No, he wouldn't let himself ruin this, he promised himself. Whatever this was, he would accept it and be glad of the time he had with her. And here he was earlier fooling himself into thinking it was forever.
To Be Continued.........
