Title: Promised Land

Author: Settiai

Disclaimer: "Angel" and other related characters are all properties of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and other related corporations. No infringement is intended. This story, such as it is, was written as a sign of respect and love for the characters, the show, and their creator. I claim no ownership of the aforementioned show and characters.

Rating: PG

Summary: (100 Word Drabble) Fred finally understands what happens next.

Feedback: Comments and helpful criticisms are always appreciated.

E-mail: lynn_foster@settiai.com

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Fred felt one last tremor of pain run through her, and then... there was nothing. She was surrounded by neither darkness nor light, wrapped in a cloak of air that contained not warmth nor cold. It was as if everything had ceased to exist except her.

"Fred?"

A familiar voice called to her, a heartrending tone in it.

"It's time."

She gasped quietly as the nothingness was replaced by a welcoming warmth, and she suddenly found herself surrounded by a exquisite light. Cordelia stood there, a handsome dark-haired man holding her hand.

"We have to wait just a little longer."