Chapter Two: Love-Drunk

Carly stumbled out the door- or back in. It was hard to tell when she was this drunk.

"Freddie, help me up," Two surprisingly firm, but aged, hands helped her to her feet, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it, Carly," Dr. Hammond helped her into a booth, "How did you get your hands on so much alcohol."

Carly dropped the rest of her stash on the table, and motioned to her chest vividly, "Boobs…" Then let the issue drop.

"You're not afraid of me are you?"

Carly laughed, "I'm terrified. Sam told me what the dogs did to her," She sighed tiredly, "It took forever for her to get through it, but she did, we did." The brunette hiccupped, "but really, I lost my Freddie. What more can you take?"

Dr. Hammond laughed, "As a wolf myself, let me assure you, I can always take just a little bit more."

Carly shuddered, leaning away from him, "No way I'll ever be that drunk."

"I'll tell you a little story."

Carly glared at him, "Okay…"

"There once were two brothers. The older brother declared that his younger brother had to serve him always," Dr. Hammond growled in annoyance, "So his younger brother started a war to stop him."

Carly was close to passing out, "Are you going to rape me?"

"No."

"Then why are you here?"

"I'm here to let you know what's coming," He regarded her coolly over his glasses; "We are coming for you soon. Once we figure out how you do what you do, we will use you until we are satisfied, cheers." Hammond tipped his glass.

Carly swallowed hard, and drank more beer. It was to be a too long night for her. Lately, every night had been too long.

First she slugged back a few too many drinks; just enough to get her to forget that the mangled corpse of her faithful boyfriend was trapped forever under tons and tons of debris. Then she reverted back to old Carly- the flirt. There were enough boys around to use. They bought her drinks, she let them touch her.

"Slow down," This boy pushed all the other guys away. They listened to him, afraid.

"Shuddup, Freddie," She growled at him, "It's not like, and like, I say… Where are we?"

He laughed, carrying her to the doorway, "Let's get you home."

The other male patrons had different ideas for this new knight-in-shining-armor. He doubled back for a moment, leaving the girl alone in the alley.

Without anyone to flirt with, or anything at all to distract her, Carly fell apart. That was the problem with alcohol- it brought out random emotions. She felt like total crap.

Freddie… was a complicated issue. Had she been sober, Carly could have reflected on how he had actually destroyed himself. The Good Wolf had been too stubborn to survive. And dangerous, he was very dangerous.

But since she was not sober, the only thing she could focus on was her failures as his girlfriend. She had failed to keep him from going to the Institute in the first place, failed to get him back to her side upon his return, failed to recognize him as the best boyfriend ever, failed to keep him happy. Most damning of all- she failed to save him.

Two strong hands wrapped around the tops of her arms, "Freddie, I'm so sorry…"

He grunted.

"Please, just one more time, make love to me."

He grunted.

She felt her skirt rise and her panties fall, "Freddie, oh, Freddie, I need you back!"

He grunted.

"Ah!" The familiar pain was there. She had been pushed face-first into a wall, "Freddie, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Freddie I'm sorry. Forgive me! Please!"

The grunting behind her was so foreign, yet recognizable. A familiar rhythm started. Within minutes she screamed his name, falling down unconscious. The last thing she could remember was a Freddie-shaped outline picking her back up.

He may have forgiven her, but Freddie was not coming back.