Ounce of Humanity
My take on why Wesley agrees to help Illyria. I wanted to get this posted before tonight's episode, but I suppose that means that I won't get many reviews. *shrug* I hope you like it either way.
Summary: He thought she was gone forever. But now he knows that she'll never leave him. And that's all he has, now: hope.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
This might not upload right, because it's my first try. I'll get the hang of it, eventually, if I mess up. *crosses fingers* Here's for luck. ~~~~
Fred had been an angel. Wesley knew this, they all knew. She hadn't deserved the kind of torment she had been put through by that demon, that demon which had crawled inside her and destroyed everything she had ever been. She had been brilliant, and interesting, and beautiful, and perfect.
He couldn't imagine all of that being gone.
So he was still pouring over the musty volumes of Wolfram & Hart. He was still trying to find what he had missed, what he might have overlooked. There had to be something. Something had to be concealed in these thick tomes. Several times he believed he had found it, and then his heart would pound. Then it would be useless, and disappointment would set in. He would succumb to the reality. She wasn't coming back.
He slammed the tome closed loudly, resting his head against his arms. All that was left of Fred was Illyria. Illyria was the reason he was doing this research now. Because of those words, that echo of Fred. Winifred Burkle was dead, but Ilyria had told him something important, without meaning to.
He had resigned that she was gone, deep down. Gone, forever. No loopholes. But now he knows she never left him. He has hope, and that's all he has, without her. Some part of her carried over to Illyria. It was just an inch of blue electricity, but it was undeniably there.
He lifted his head again, and reached for the next volume. He was perfectly capable of differentiating between the woman he loved and her blue-haired opposite. Illyria could look like Fred all she liked, that wasn't what he was helping her because of. It was that blue spark- that ounce of humanity that Fred had left behind. If there was a little, maybe more was salvageable.
Maybe there wasn't. The pages crinkled in his hands, the only sound the turning of crisp white pages and his own breathing.
There was a little bit of Fred still left in this world. It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to fight for.
My take on why Wesley agrees to help Illyria. I wanted to get this posted before tonight's episode, but I suppose that means that I won't get many reviews. *shrug* I hope you like it either way.
Summary: He thought she was gone forever. But now he knows that she'll never leave him. And that's all he has, now: hope.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
This might not upload right, because it's my first try. I'll get the hang of it, eventually, if I mess up. *crosses fingers* Here's for luck. ~~~~
Fred had been an angel. Wesley knew this, they all knew. She hadn't deserved the kind of torment she had been put through by that demon, that demon which had crawled inside her and destroyed everything she had ever been. She had been brilliant, and interesting, and beautiful, and perfect.
He couldn't imagine all of that being gone.
So he was still pouring over the musty volumes of Wolfram & Hart. He was still trying to find what he had missed, what he might have overlooked. There had to be something. Something had to be concealed in these thick tomes. Several times he believed he had found it, and then his heart would pound. Then it would be useless, and disappointment would set in. He would succumb to the reality. She wasn't coming back.
He slammed the tome closed loudly, resting his head against his arms. All that was left of Fred was Illyria. Illyria was the reason he was doing this research now. Because of those words, that echo of Fred. Winifred Burkle was dead, but Ilyria had told him something important, without meaning to.
He had resigned that she was gone, deep down. Gone, forever. No loopholes. But now he knows she never left him. He has hope, and that's all he has, without her. Some part of her carried over to Illyria. It was just an inch of blue electricity, but it was undeniably there.
He lifted his head again, and reached for the next volume. He was perfectly capable of differentiating between the woman he loved and her blue-haired opposite. Illyria could look like Fred all she liked, that wasn't what he was helping her because of. It was that blue spark- that ounce of humanity that Fred had left behind. If there was a little, maybe more was salvageable.
Maybe there wasn't. The pages crinkled in his hands, the only sound the turning of crisp white pages and his own breathing.
There was a little bit of Fred still left in this world. It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to fight for.