Trouble in Paradise

Summary: Fred and Gunn plan a romantic dinner, but it does not go as planned.

Wesley and Fred together eventually.

Gunn had every thing arranged perfectly. All he had to do now was pick up some wine for dinner. He went into a little liquor store he'd seen before, and bought a very tasteful bottle. Strangely the man at the counter shook hands with Gunn. He saw a light, yellow glow after he released his hand. Gunn didn't think any thing of it and left. The man at the counter was a relative of Billy's. His touch didn't start to work for a few hours, just in time for their dinner. Except he didn't force men to just hurt the women, they'd rape them too.

Fred was in her room getting ready. She had on a beautiful black top with a nice short black skirt. The skirt came to her mid-thigh and almost floated around her hips. She had a silver necklace, with a simple diamond heart in the middle. Every one went home early from work. Connor was with Cordelia, Angel was out patrolling and Lorne was at a club.

Everything was set up in the Lobby, a table in the middle, with two candles in the center and two chairs at either end of the table. Fred finished getting ready and went down stairs to serve the meal. A few minutes after she finished preparing everything, Gunn arrived.

"Charles" Fred said running to him and hugging him. He hugged her back and kissed her. He showed her the wine and she placed it on the table.

"Everything, should be ready" Fred said taking his hand and leading him to the table.

"It looks good" Gunn said as they sat down to dinner. They laughed and talked throughout dinner. When they were finished Fred cleared the table. Gun helped a little.

When they were done cleaning everything up, they went out into the lobby and sat on the couch. They started kissing and Gunn got a little grabby. Fred protested.

"No, Charles, stop" Fred said pushing him away.

"Excuse me, you do what I say" Gunn said grabbing her by the arm. Fred looked at him in horror.

"Charles, please, you're hurting me," Fred said trying to get away.

"Don't tell me what to do" Gunn said standing and throwing her to the ground. Fred got up and tried to run to a phone. Gunn came behind her and grabbed her by the neck and slapped her, forcing her to fall. She got up and went behind the table, she knocked it over trying to make it an obstacle in his way, so she could run away. The bottle of wine crashed to the floor and broke into large pieces. He picked up one of the pieces and ran towards Fred. He turned her around and pushed her to the floor. He straddled on top of her and started to cut at her stomach and arms with the piece of glass. He also hit her and she could feel the bruises start to shape. She screamed as the glass seared into her skin and could feel the blood drain from her body. He tried to force his hands between her legs and rip her skirt off, but with all her force, she pushed him off and started for the door. He caught up with her and turned her around punching her. She almost fell to ground, but noticed a vase near by. She turned to get and it and he cut her back also. She screamed at the pain, punched him at hard as she could and hit Gunn over the head with the vase. He fell to the ground and she ran out of the hotel crying, holding her cut arms. She had nowhere to go. Angel was patrolling, so she wouldn't be able to find him and she didn't want to go to Codry's, it was to far. The only other person she knew was Wesley and she knew how to get to his place. Fred ran to his apartment as fast as she could, crying hysterically.

She reached his apartment building and battled up the stairs. She reached his door in relief. Inside, Wesley was at his desk reading, almost asleep. He knew Fred and Gunn were having dinner and they were probably having a great time. He heard a knock at the door. He looked to his clock, which read 8:37 pm., Wes's POV: 'who could that be? Angel's out and Fred and Gunn are eating dinner.' He got up and headed to the door, when he heard a familiar voice.

"Wesley?" Fred said almost pleading. "Wesley, it's me Fred, please open the door, I need help," she said. Wesley could hear the terror in her voice and rushed to the door. He opened it to find her crying and bleeding, badly. She saw him and her knees gave out. Wesley caught her and carried her into his apartment.

"Fred, what happened?" Wesley asked worried. "Where's Gunn?" he asked.

"I…we w-were just eating and…he…" Fred said sobbing. "It wasn't him…it was like…something possessed him," Fred explained.

"Oh, Fred, Gunn did this?" he asked angrily. Fred just nodded her head and put her head down. "Well, let's get you cleaned up" Wesley said sitting her up a bit. "I'm just going to get bandages okay?" Wes said as he left and got everything he needed.

He came back with ointment and bandages. She cooperated and sat up even though it hurt. Wesley cleaned the wounds and put ointment on them. He only bandaged up the wounds on her arms, not knowing of the cuts on her stomach and back.

"Why would he do this?" Wesley asked confused.

"I think, I may have something to do with Billy" Fred explained.

"But he's dead" Wes replied.

"He may have relatives with similar demon lineage. But I think his purpose was different" Fred said putting her down.

"What do you mean?" Wesley asked staring at her worried.

"Well, Billy's touch made men want to kill the women. Who ever Charles came in contact with, his touch didn't just make men want to kill the woman," Fred said still looking down.

"Well, if he didn't want to kill you then what did he…" Wesley started to ask. "Oh, God, Fred. He was going to…" Wesley said not wanting to think about it. "Well, you just rest here" Wesley said as Fred laid down.

"Ow!" Fred said as she laid back.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked.

"I almost forgot about the cuts on my back" Fred said sitting up.

"He…well I'll take care of them too" Wesley said grabbing the ointment and the bandages.

She turned, so her back was facing him. He lifted up her shirt and saw the gashes on her back. He cleaned them up and noticed blood coming from the front of her.

"Fred, is your stomach bleeding too?" he asked.

"Yeah" she replied meekly closing her eyes, trying to hold back the tears.

Wesley fixed the cuts on her back and then slowly laid her back down. He lifted up her shirt to her ribs and cleaned those cuts as well.

"Well, let me get you another shirt to put on" he said as she sat up again.

"Yeah, this one is kind of drenched in blo." She started, but then stopped before she got to upset. Wesley ran to his room and just grabbed a shirt from his closet. It was one of smaller shirts. He went back out and handed it to her. He turned his back as she changed.

At the hotel, Angel came back and saw the mess on the floor. He saw Gunn on the floor with the smashed vase next to him and a piece of glass in his hands. He knew something went terribly wrong. He entered the hotel more and started looking around.

"Fred!" he yelled looking around. "Fred, are you here?" he yelled heading towards her room. He entered her room and saw it looked normal. He searched the hotel calling her name. When he didn't find her he decided to call Wesley.

At Wesley's apartment, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Wesley asked softly as he picked up.

"Wes?" Angel asked.

"Angel?" he replied.

"Yeah, is Fred with you?" he asked.

"Yeah, she's pretty badly hurt" he explained.

"Gunn is here on the floor, unconscious" Angel explained. "Did she say what happened?" Angel asked concerned.

"No, but I know Gunn did it. All she said was, it wasn't him and it was like he was possessed," Wes explained.

"Oh, I'm going to dump Gunn at his place and then I'm coming over to check her out okay?" Angel said.

"Yeah, you should see her" Wes suggested.

Angel hung up and headed to Wes's place.

"Fred?" Wesley asked approaching her.

"Yeah, Wesley" she replied sitting up.

"No, sit back, rest. Angel is coming over to check on you" Wesley explained.

"Oh, did he go back to the hotel?" Fred asked almost scared.

"Yeah, he found Gunn and he wants to see you" he explained.

"Yeah, yeah, okay" Fred said.

A few minutes later, Angel arrived. He knocked at the door. Wesley answered the door.

"Where is she?" Angel asked almost pushing passed Wes.

"On the couch" he explained.

"Fred? Fred, are you okay?" Angel asked kneeling next to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine, now" Fred replied.

"I think, she should stay here tonight, I don't want to move her to much and besides, the hotel isn't cleaned up yet" Angel suggested.

"No, I don't want to impose, I don't mind going back to the hotel" Fred said sitting up and trying not to show all the pain she was in.

"Wesley, can she stay here tonight?" he asked. Wesley nodded and went over to Fred. He knew she was weak, from the blood loss and could barely stand. He picked Fred up and carried her into his room. Wesley helped her get into bed and waited until she fell asleep. He watched her sleep, the entire night. He was going to deal with Gunn in the morning.

To be continued.