Diclaimer: I own nothing having to do with Angel or Buffy it al belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy (to my dismay)

A/N: ok to the people who have read my other story this is the new one refered to in the a/n chapter 9 of fortunate accidents. This completely disregardes any kind of timeline so if that bothers you get over it. I hope you enjoy. please read and review much love intofire101 ; )

Chapter 1

Fred's point of view

"I love you. I love you so much, but I'm not in love with you." I read the last line of my book out loud to the silent room. There was no reason behind saying those last words out loud. Cordelia had fallen asleep hours ago and Gunn had left to catch up with some of his old gang. In fact the only person in the hotel besides me was Wesley.

He looked so cute hunched over his desk squinting in the light of that one old lamp. The soft glow flowed over the ancient tombs and dusty scrolls that littered his desk. His glasses caught the light and hid his eyes. It didn't really matter I had memorized the color and every different look those eyes could hold. If anything I was happy his eyes were hidden because then I could pretend that he was looking at me. I knew he wasn't though. There were three books open on his desk. Whenever there were three books open on his desk he was translating. I liked him best that way. He was so intent and interested in what he was doing that it left me free to observe his little quirks and idiosyncrasies without being noticed. The way he would sit back in his chair from time to time and the light would pass over his face and his glasses would flash.

As I woke from my day-dream, I noticed the eerie quiet of the hotel. I heard a wind blow through an open window. Suddenly a paper came flying into the almost deserted lobby. I watched it dance in the wind. I didn't even notice that it didn't belong here in the lobby. It moved fluidly across the polished floor. I imagined it was me dancing across a floor of clouds as I drifted up to the sky, and sleep enveloped me.

I woke with a start. I heard a lightly accented voice mumbling in the next room. I opened my eyes to glance at the clock on the wall behind the desk. That couldn't be right it said two in the morning. The only person in the hotel at this time should have been me. Angel slept in the basement so it wasn't him. Gunn said he was going to spend the night with his gang. Cordelia had gone home to her apartment and Wes must have done the same by now.

"Bloody watcher, papers everywhere. He's supposed to be stuffy and impeccably organized." It sounded like Wesley, but it wasn't he had to be gone plus he was a watcher so it wouldn't make sence for him to be saying those things. I do know he isn't fond of the council though. It sounded a lot like him, but I could tell. The voice I heard was older and a bit irritated almost, as if constantly annoyed. It was at this time that I noticed the papers covering the floor of the lobby. Why there was paper strew about the lobby was beyond me, but there it all was. I decided it was best to start picking it up. As I started to rise I heard the distinct tap of spanking new britich dress shoes. Since I didn't know whom it was that the shoes belonged to I figured it was better to stay where I was.

Wow! It was like Wes only older, not by a ton but older. Was this Wesley from the future ? I wouldn't doubt it after all weirder things had happened. He moved behind the desk picking his way through the paper that covered the floor. His hair was slightly graying, but had clearly been dark. He was taller than Wes but not by very much it could easily have been due to the type of shoes or the way Wesley was always hunched over books. The main difference was in the way he dressed. Wes wasn't the best dresser I know, but this guy needed some serious help. He was wearing a three piece tweed suit which just didn't fit his figure at all. Unfortunately this assured me even more that this was an older slightly more stuffy Wesley shich stragely entertained me. I suppose the thought of a glimpse into the future of Wes made my mind tingle with possibilities. I could find out what the future held for me and if we would be together. I had to know, but I never did get to ask that man the questions boiling inside me.

"Eureka! Mr. Giles! I found it!" Now that was Wes. I saw him pop up from behind the desk in his office waving a yellowing piece of paper. I figured the older man must be Mr. Giles. I remember the name from a story Wes told me about his days back in Sunnydale. If I remember correctly Giles was Buffy's watcher before Wes, and apparently sometimes gave her cookies. From the way Wes described him I thought Giles would be very different. I wonder how Wes would describe himself.

"You found it? I go through your office for half an hour and it is in there? In your desk no less!" The older man was clearly very irritated with Wesley's organization skills. I didn't blame him, Wes does need to work on organizing his papers better. I find his disorganized desk a constant reminder that even he gets ruffeled sometimes. Though Wes it seemed had found what they were looking for Giles took one of the crumpled pieces of paper in his hand with him. I had to wonder what Giles had found. The paper he carried was severly crumpled but not old and yellowing like most of the papers Wes kept in his office. This paper was white. It had the occasional speck of dirt but it was a new piece of paper no more than a week old by the look of it.

Giles walked back into Wesley's office and their voices became muffeled again. I was straining to hear what they were saying but it was no good. All I could make out was the gentle hum of voices slowly mixing with the silence. The last thing I heard before drifting back to sleep was Wesley's voice. In a resinghed clear sigh he said one word that tugged on my heart strings when he uttered it "Winifred"

End chapter 1

A/N: ok the cookie thing comes from the Buffy episode where Wesley first appears I'm sorry I don't know the name for sure right now but I think it's bad girls I need to check I'll let you know on next chapter the quote is "Whenever Giles ends me on a mission he says pleas and afterwards I get a cookie" To clear thing up that might not make sense the older guy Fred sees is Rupert Giles that slightly confused one of my friends speaking of she said it would be cool if I made it a Wes from the future what do you think because it is an intruiging idea. I also want to apoligize for anything that is spelled wrong my former readers know that I always have spelling trouble please review because if you're here you already read.

Much love intofire101 ; )