Title:
The Cough
Author: MidnightzStorm
Rating:
PG
Character(s): Fred/Wesley
Prompt:
Illness
Word Count: 268
Author's Note: With the prompt 'illness' I automatically thought of this, even though after writing it I realized that the most logically story would be about Illyria, but I still in the fluff kind of mood. So here is more Wesley and Fred cuteness.
Takes place after episode Dad in the third season.
A loud sneeze came from the lobby as Wesley was trying to find more about the prophecy. He heard another sneeze followed by a cough. He finally decided to investigate the source of the noise.
He found Fred on the booth with a red nose, watery eyes and an annoyed look on her face. She looked up when Wesley exited his office.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, its just that Angel can hear me cough from my room and he started following me while squirting around me with some anti-bacterial spray once Connor fell sleep. He told me to keep my distance from the baby and apparently one floor is not enough," she explained ending with a dry cough.
"I guess all first time parents are like that," he said as he looked intently at her. Her hair was in loose bun with the free tresses framing her face and as he stared at her he believed he had never seen anything quite as beautiful.
She noticed him staring, and gave a suspicious smile. "I must be quite a mess," she said brushing her hand through her hair.
"That's not exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking that is amazing how--"
But Wesley was cut off by Angel urgently running down the stairs with a bottle of disaffecting spray in his hand. "What has she touched?" he asked immediately. And he started to spray around the lobby. Fred just rolled her eyes and smile at Wesley again. He smiled back and decided to tell how beautiful she was tomorrow. After all they had time.