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This is a response to one of Gidgetgirl's challenges found at the Chocolate Covered Strawberries Archive.
Wesley and Fred were walking up the stairs headed for lunch. Lorne walked past them just in time to hear Fred start singing. "You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray," in her sweet off key voice. Lorne turned around just as Fred passed out in Wes's arms.
"Whoa, what happened to her Wes?" Lorne asked concern evident on his face.
"I don't know," Wes said. He picked Fred up to carry her down the stairs, "but we need to get her to the infirmary and now." Lorne quickly ran in front of Wesley to make a path for him.
After what seemed like forever they got to the infirmary. They pushed past a lot of people and they ran through the doors screaming. "Help somebody help us!" Lorne yelled.
A nurse ran up to them followed by several doctors. "What happened to her?" the nurse asked them after the doctors took Fred away.
"We really don't know exactly," Lorne said. The nurse motioned for them to sit down with her and asked them to explain what happened to Fred. Lorne looked at Wesley and told him to explain.
"Well," Wes began. "She was fine and singing one minute and the next she coughing up blood and passed out in my arms." The nurse wrote all this on a piece of paper.
"Does Ms. Burkle have any medical problems or a medical history?" she asked them.
Wes looked at her as if she was crazy. She should be trying to help Fred not ask all these stupid questions that I don't know. He looked at her again shrugged and answered plainly "Not that we know of,"
The nurse got up to go then turned around and looked at them "Um boys you probably need to go. There's nothing you can do here right now. Come back in the morning," she commanded. Neither one of them went to move out of their seats. Only after the nurse dragged them out of the room did they leave.
Wesley sat at his desk in his office looking through his books, looking for anything medical that could possibly help Fred. Lorne was sitting on the other side of the room doing the same thing. The others were downstairs in the infirmary waiting for the doctors to give them answers. Wesley had been lost in his own thoughts when he heard the book slam shut. Lorne looked up at him. "Wesley what if this isn't medical?" he asked.
"Then we just keep looking," Wesley said. Lorne sighed. He got up and walked over to Wes.
"That's not what I meant Wesley," he stared Wesley in the face "What if what Fred has got isn't medical, maybe its mystical you know like some bad guy has given our Fredicuns the magic super flu.
"Maybe I'll call Willow and see if she can help," Wesley said getting up, "Lorne go to the others and see how Fred is doing." He left to go call Willow.
"My boys my sweet sweet boys. Always there to protect me," a very weak Fred said to the men standing there. Spike, Angel, Gunn, and Lorne all had to admit they liked the idea of being her boys.
"Is there anything we can do for you Fred," Angel asked lightly, sitting beside her on the bed.
Fred sat up and looked at them. Her boys she thought gently. "Just stay with me. Please," she whined. They all sat beside her on the bed and talked to her gently for the rest of the night.
Wesley dialed the number impatiently. Someone picked up on the third ring. "'Ello," the young girl answered.
Wesley was stunned that anyone other than Willow picked up the phone.
"Um... yes is Willow there by any chance," he asked nervously.
"Yes, hold on a sec," the girl said
He waited for an answer. "Hello," Willow said.
"Hi Willow this is Wesley, I was wondering if you could help me," he said politely.
"Oh hi Wes it's good to hear from you again you said something about needing help." Willow said.
"Fred is sick and we don't know what is wrong with her. I've looked through all my books and can't find anything in them. Willow got out a piece of paper to write stuff on.
"Did anything strange happen to her before she got sick," she asked.
"She got a strange package in her lab, I examined it awile ago, and it was an old sarcophagus. I think Fred opened it, amd got something in her, like maybe a virus or something." he babbled.
"Hey Wes you're starting to sound like me," she kaughed gently and started pulling out books. "I'll see what I can do," she flipped through the pages "Wes can you send me a picture of the sarcophagus please?" she asked.
"Yeah sure," he said. He sent her the pictures via e-mail. "Willow please hurry."
"Ok I will, bye Wes," She hung up the phone, and started looking at the pictures, and through her books for information. She found out what was infecting Fred. It was one of the demons of old before humans roamed the earth. This one was called Illyria. Luckily she found a spell to make it so Fred wouldn't die but she couldn't kill Illyria. She just hoped this worked...
TBC A/N I will try to updare at least once a week Rewiews are very much appreciated.
This is a response to one of Gidgetgirl's challenges found at the Chocolate Covered Strawberries Archive.
Wesley and Fred were walking up the stairs headed for lunch. Lorne walked past them just in time to hear Fred start singing. "You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray," in her sweet off key voice. Lorne turned around just as Fred passed out in Wes's arms.
"Whoa, what happened to her Wes?" Lorne asked concern evident on his face.
"I don't know," Wes said. He picked Fred up to carry her down the stairs, "but we need to get her to the infirmary and now." Lorne quickly ran in front of Wesley to make a path for him.
After what seemed like forever they got to the infirmary. They pushed past a lot of people and they ran through the doors screaming. "Help somebody help us!" Lorne yelled.
A nurse ran up to them followed by several doctors. "What happened to her?" the nurse asked them after the doctors took Fred away.
"We really don't know exactly," Lorne said. The nurse motioned for them to sit down with her and asked them to explain what happened to Fred. Lorne looked at Wesley and told him to explain.
"Well," Wes began. "She was fine and singing one minute and the next she coughing up blood and passed out in my arms." The nurse wrote all this on a piece of paper.
"Does Ms. Burkle have any medical problems or a medical history?" she asked them.
Wes looked at her as if she was crazy. She should be trying to help Fred not ask all these stupid questions that I don't know. He looked at her again shrugged and answered plainly "Not that we know of,"
The nurse got up to go then turned around and looked at them "Um boys you probably need to go. There's nothing you can do here right now. Come back in the morning," she commanded. Neither one of them went to move out of their seats. Only after the nurse dragged them out of the room did they leave.
Wesley sat at his desk in his office looking through his books, looking for anything medical that could possibly help Fred. Lorne was sitting on the other side of the room doing the same thing. The others were downstairs in the infirmary waiting for the doctors to give them answers. Wesley had been lost in his own thoughts when he heard the book slam shut. Lorne looked up at him. "Wesley what if this isn't medical?" he asked.
"Then we just keep looking," Wesley said. Lorne sighed. He got up and walked over to Wes.
"That's not what I meant Wesley," he stared Wesley in the face "What if what Fred has got isn't medical, maybe its mystical you know like some bad guy has given our Fredicuns the magic super flu.
"Maybe I'll call Willow and see if she can help," Wesley said getting up, "Lorne go to the others and see how Fred is doing." He left to go call Willow.
"My boys my sweet sweet boys. Always there to protect me," a very weak Fred said to the men standing there. Spike, Angel, Gunn, and Lorne all had to admit they liked the idea of being her boys.
"Is there anything we can do for you Fred," Angel asked lightly, sitting beside her on the bed.
Fred sat up and looked at them. Her boys she thought gently. "Just stay with me. Please," she whined. They all sat beside her on the bed and talked to her gently for the rest of the night.
Wesley dialed the number impatiently. Someone picked up on the third ring. "'Ello," the young girl answered.
Wesley was stunned that anyone other than Willow picked up the phone.
"Um... yes is Willow there by any chance," he asked nervously.
"Yes, hold on a sec," the girl said
He waited for an answer. "Hello," Willow said.
"Hi Willow this is Wesley, I was wondering if you could help me," he said politely.
"Oh hi Wes it's good to hear from you again you said something about needing help." Willow said.
"Fred is sick and we don't know what is wrong with her. I've looked through all my books and can't find anything in them. Willow got out a piece of paper to write stuff on.
"Did anything strange happen to her before she got sick," she asked.
"She got a strange package in her lab, I examined it awile ago, and it was an old sarcophagus. I think Fred opened it, amd got something in her, like maybe a virus or something." he babbled.
"Hey Wes you're starting to sound like me," she kaughed gently and started pulling out books. "I'll see what I can do," she flipped through the pages "Wes can you send me a picture of the sarcophagus please?" she asked.
"Yeah sure," he said. He sent her the pictures via e-mail. "Willow please hurry."
"Ok I will, bye Wes," She hung up the phone, and started looking at the pictures, and through her books for information. She found out what was infecting Fred. It was one of the demons of old before humans roamed the earth. This one was called Illyria. Luckily she found a spell to make it so Fred wouldn't die but she couldn't kill Illyria. She just hoped this worked...
TBC A/N I will try to updare at least once a week Rewiews are very much appreciated.