DISCLAIMER: I am not Joss Whedon or anything to do with Angel
Investigations, Wolfram and Hart, or anything of that nature. I do not own
the Vampires, the demons or the forces of darkness. I am not a Slayer. . .
and instead I will subsequently shut up.
CLAIMER: I do, however, own this idea that my brain has produced and directed into my fingers to force them to type.
A/N: This is a challenge I asked my friend Loren to set me. The story must include a hair-band, diary and drainpipe, and must be set in a living room. It also must contain the following quote: "Love hurts." "It took you that long to work it out?"
A/N 2: It's set in Season Five during Conviction I suppose. . .
ON WITH THE STORY
I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON
Fred sat in the sofa of her small apartment, writing in her diary. There was a knock on the door. "Coming!" Fred called, finishing her sentence, shutting the book, tying a hair-band around it, and walked over to the door.
"Wesley! What you doing here?" She frowned at him. "What?" He held up the black drainpipe.
"This fell down." They both laughed. "So how are you?" he asked, putting the drainpipe down on the table.
"Well. . . settling in fine. . . as you can see." Wesley looked around the slightly messy room.
"So I see. . ." Wesley said.
"Please. . . come in." Since that kiss, everything felt different to Fred. Despite the fact Gunn had walked in, it felt special. And it was a good thing he had too, else that kiss could have become something else.
"How are you?" His voice stopped her thoughts abruptly.
"I'm fine. I found this really cool book and it teaches all of this stuff. . . it's a good book." Wesley smiled.
"I'm glad to hear it."
"Uh. . . Wesley. . ." At the same time, he said, "Fred." They both laughed nervously. "You first," Fred said.
"Love hurts," Wesley started.
"I took you that long to work it out? Sorry. Continue."
"I have to follow what my heart says." Fred took a step closer to him. "And all I want is in this room. My feelings for you aren't exactly. . . secret. But I think you deserve to know the truth. A week after we rescued you from Pylea. . . I had feelings for you. . . and they've grown over the years."
"I loved you when we went to the ballet. I was even going to tell you after a lot of persuading from Cordelia. . . but you started to go out with Gunn. That kiss the night we brought back Angelus may not have meant much to you. . . but it did me."
"Wesley. . ."
"And why am I telling you this now? Because I thought you deserved to. . ."
Suddenly, Fred walked up to him and kissed him softly on the lips. "I thought you deserved to know the truth as well." Wesley stood there, stunned.
Fred smiled at him. "I suppose we better be getting back to Wolfram and Hart," she said.
"We really should."
"Leave it for a bit?"
"Most definitely," Wesley agreed. Fred put her arms around his neck, and his around her waist.
"We should be able to stay like this forever," Fred commented.
"Yeah, but what would Angel do without us?"
"I'm not sure. . . Can we keep this a secret? Because secrets are more special." Wesley smiled.
"Are you sure that's the only reason?"
"Who do you think I am Mr. Pryce?"
"I think you are a charming, beautiful woman Miss. Burkle."
"I knew there was a reason I fell for you. . ."
HERE ENDETH THE STORY
CLAIMER: I do, however, own this idea that my brain has produced and directed into my fingers to force them to type.
A/N: This is a challenge I asked my friend Loren to set me. The story must include a hair-band, diary and drainpipe, and must be set in a living room. It also must contain the following quote: "Love hurts." "It took you that long to work it out?"
A/N 2: It's set in Season Five during Conviction I suppose. . .
ON WITH THE STORY
I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON
Fred sat in the sofa of her small apartment, writing in her diary. There was a knock on the door. "Coming!" Fred called, finishing her sentence, shutting the book, tying a hair-band around it, and walked over to the door.
"Wesley! What you doing here?" She frowned at him. "What?" He held up the black drainpipe.
"This fell down." They both laughed. "So how are you?" he asked, putting the drainpipe down on the table.
"Well. . . settling in fine. . . as you can see." Wesley looked around the slightly messy room.
"So I see. . ." Wesley said.
"Please. . . come in." Since that kiss, everything felt different to Fred. Despite the fact Gunn had walked in, it felt special. And it was a good thing he had too, else that kiss could have become something else.
"How are you?" His voice stopped her thoughts abruptly.
"I'm fine. I found this really cool book and it teaches all of this stuff. . . it's a good book." Wesley smiled.
"I'm glad to hear it."
"Uh. . . Wesley. . ." At the same time, he said, "Fred." They both laughed nervously. "You first," Fred said.
"Love hurts," Wesley started.
"I took you that long to work it out? Sorry. Continue."
"I have to follow what my heart says." Fred took a step closer to him. "And all I want is in this room. My feelings for you aren't exactly. . . secret. But I think you deserve to know the truth. A week after we rescued you from Pylea. . . I had feelings for you. . . and they've grown over the years."
"I loved you when we went to the ballet. I was even going to tell you after a lot of persuading from Cordelia. . . but you started to go out with Gunn. That kiss the night we brought back Angelus may not have meant much to you. . . but it did me."
"Wesley. . ."
"And why am I telling you this now? Because I thought you deserved to. . ."
Suddenly, Fred walked up to him and kissed him softly on the lips. "I thought you deserved to know the truth as well." Wesley stood there, stunned.
Fred smiled at him. "I suppose we better be getting back to Wolfram and Hart," she said.
"We really should."
"Leave it for a bit?"
"Most definitely," Wesley agreed. Fred put her arms around his neck, and his around her waist.
"We should be able to stay like this forever," Fred commented.
"Yeah, but what would Angel do without us?"
"I'm not sure. . . Can we keep this a secret? Because secrets are more special." Wesley smiled.
"Are you sure that's the only reason?"
"Who do you think I am Mr. Pryce?"
"I think you are a charming, beautiful woman Miss. Burkle."
"I knew there was a reason I fell for you. . ."
HERE ENDETH THE STORY