Hey folks! It's been a looooong time since I have gathered the courage to publish anything anywhere. I found this in my notebook. It's from about eight months ago when I was trying to break my writer's block. I know this is super short, but, after indulging in crazy amounts of Joss Whedon materials over the past few days, I felt like sharing my little contribution to the Buffy/Angel world. :) Please enjoy!
Nothing belongs to me. I'm serious. None of these characters are mine nor shall they ever be mine.
The sun's rays warmed the beach on that clear summer day. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce found himself in a paradise of sorts. He wasn't walking on the sands of Hawaii or Florida. No, he was right at home in Los Angeles spending the day at the beach with the love of his life. Winifred Burkle, the girl of his dreams, was finally his. He watched as she picked up shells just ahead of where he stood. Wesley closed his eyes and took in the sounds of his surroundings: the waves…a seagull's call as it flew by…Fred's infectious laughter as she scurried away from the waves that washed upon the sand.
Wesley opened his eyes as he felt thin arms wrap around his body. There she was, his Fred, smiling up at him, those big brown eyes filled with love and happiness. She gripped him tighter as a wave broke against the couple. Wesley picked up the waifish girl and spun her around and around. "Oh, Wesley!" Fred cried out through a fit of giggles.
Wesley brought her back down until just her toes touched the sand. He placed a finger beneath her chin and brought her lips to his. Wesley felt his spirit soar in that moment. Everything in his world was perfect, like he had found Eden in Fred's kiss. She was perfect, the only girl for him.
Wesley opened his eyes. The warm beach had morphed into an office with walls of books. He could feel the leather chair in which he sat at his desk. His eyes wandered about the room until they landed on her: that familiar face…cold as ice and staring curiously. Wesley brought a hand to his eyes in a failed attempt to hide the falling tears.
The paradise was gone.