1Title: Swing
Author: MidnightzStorm
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers: Soulless and Lineage
Summary: After the events of Lineage Fred feelings for Wesley become apparent to her.
Author's Note: I started this story months ago and found the start of it on my hard drive. I decided to finish it, because I still love this couple. Thanks to Lara for being the beta reader for at least half of it.
Her feet carried her down the covered path. She could feel every lump and hole on the ground through her cheap flip flops.
The park was uncharacteristically empty of children since it was a beautiful sunny day. Then she realized it was Sunday; all the good little children were at Sunday school with their good normal parents. She remembered going to church, wearing dresses laced with ruffles, and learning about the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. But those days of innocent had flashed by.
She was now an adult with physical and mental demons that took away most of her current happiness and sanity. She felt emotionally exhausted from the day before. The smell of gun smoke, the flash of the bullets, and the sound of the body hitting the ground haunted her still.
All because of her. She was the reason that Wesley had shot his father.
Sighing, she sat down on an empty swing and swayed side to side. Nostalgia filled her from the inside out; she remembered swinging her legs in and out.
Swing in and out. Every swing made her stomach flip flop. Moments of her life that had made her stomach fill with fluttering butterflies floated in her head.
Swing. She was twirling through the field, her head tilted up to gaze at the stars as she wondered where they came from.
Swing. She was making her valedictorian speech at her high school graduation, hundreds of eyes peering at her.
Swing. She was seeing for the first time the sign that said "Welcome to L.A."
Swing. She was being pulled in the portal.
Swing. She was finally going home.
Swing. Wesley was kissing her...
Her feet plunged down to the ground and sand covered her naked toes. Wesley? Wesley. She got butterflies whenever she thought of him. She got butterflies for a man she never looked at twice.
Why had she thought of kissing Wesley? It never occurred to her that the memory made her stomach go in pleasant circles. Maybe it could have been just the passion of the kiss. It could have been how his lips hungrily met hers. It could have been how he held her, with his arms around her lower back with a gentle but strong way. It could have been the excitement that the whole seemed to be ending slowly and that she was cheating on a man she had over a year relationship with.
However maybe it was more then just the physical, maybe it was more then the moment, maybe it just was him. The was something there that had always been there, but she must have been too blind to see it. So she decided to continue swinging and remember all the things that Wesley Wyndam-Pryce did to make her stomach flip flop.