Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 2: Disappointment

Wesley, very upset and disappointed, headed over to Gunn's apartment, to talk to him. Wesley sped down the streets of L.A. to Gunn's apartment. He knew he couldn't be to upset, considering it wasn't entirely his fault. He reached Gunn's apartment and raced to his door. He could see all the lights out and knew how he felt. Wesley felt the same way after he attacked Fred and it was a few days after his power wore off. He was visiting Gunn a day after the attack. Maybe it was to soon. Even so he proceeded to knock. Gunn was at his table. He turned his head when he heard the knock and got up to answer the door. He opened the door to see Wesley. When Wesley was the look on his face, his expression fell.

"Wes, man, I …" Gunn started, but Wesley put his hand up to quiet him.

"Gunn, I understand how you feel. And I know it's to soon to come back to work, but I needed to talk to you" Wesley said.

"You, you mean you're not firing me?" Gunn asked almost amazed.

"No, because I know it wasn't all your fault, but I don't want you to see Fred for a few days. She's pretty badly beaten" Wesley explained a little upset.

"Does she look really bad?" Gunn asked almost ready to cry.

"Yeah, and I know you would never intend on doing something like that, but you did" Wes stated.

"Some of the things I did, I don't even remember and some I do and I…I just know I hurt her bad, I'm so sorry," Gunn said putting his head down.

"I know, I know, but I advise you to stay away from Fred. I don't think she is ready to see you yet either" Wesley ordered.

"Yeah, I will" Gunn said looking back up and shaking his head.

"Okay then, good day" Wesley said turning and leaving as Gunn closed the door.

Wesley headed out, and wasn't going to think about Gunn for a while.

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At Wesley's apartment. Fred woke up alone, in Wesley's bed. Her vision was a little blurry and sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked at her surrounding and saw where she was. She got up and decided to clean herself up, but she wanted to see Wesley first. She walked out of the bedroom and began to search the house.

"Wesley?" Fred called as she walked round the empty apartment. Her steps were a little shaky and she had trouble walking. She entered the kitchen, but could not find Wesley anywhere.

"Wesley?" she called again, now a little scared. "Wesley!" Fred said now almost yelling. She started to panic and couldn't find him. She just didn't want to be alone, after what happened last night. She began to cry as she ran through the apartment looking for him. When she didn't find him she sat down on the couch and began sobbing.

"Why would he leave me alone?" Fred said. "I hate being alone, where could he be? I know I'll call Angel. No, then he'll get worried and I don't know Wesley's cell phone number" Fred said as she started to panic again. She got up and paced the floor. Just then she heard footsteps coming to the apartment. She stood in the middle of the room scared and started at the door. Wesley turned the key and opened the door to see a frightened Fred. She stared at him and then ran up to him.

"Fred what's wrong?" Wesley said as Fred hugged him.

"I…thought you left me alone. I hate being alone" Fred said holding him as tight as possible.

"Fred, I'm, sorry. I thought I'd be back by now" Wesley replied as he held her tight as well. They pulled apart and he looked into her tearing eyes and wiped a few tears away. He walked her over to the couch and sat her down.

"I'll make some tea. Would you like some tea?" Wesley asked sitting her down.

"Yes, that would be nice" Fred replied.

"I'm sorry I left. I had some business to take care of, "Wesley said getting out two mugs, tea bags and putting water in the tea pot on the stove.

"Thank you" Fred said standing up and walking into the kitchen.

"For the tea?" Wesley asked pouring the hot liquid into the mugs.

"No, well yeah, but for taking care of me last night. I'm sorry I burst in on you, but I had nowhere else to go. Angel was out, as well as Lorne, and I didn't know how to get to Cordy's place" Fred explained sitting down at the table. Wesley placed a mug in front of her and sat down as well. She cupped her hands around the mug and took a few sips. He smiled at her and drank some of his too.

"Fred, I didn't mind. I was glad you came to me. I'm just sorry the whole thing happened" Wesley said putting his head down.

"I know. Me too." Fred said leaning into him. He looked up and leaned in as well. Fred placed her mug down and so did Wesley. He lifted his hand to her face and pulled her in and they kissed. He ran his hands through her hair as she put her hand to his face too. After a few moments they pulled apart.

"Sorry, I'm sorry" Wesley said pulling away, putting his head down and standing up.

"For what?" Fred asked looking up at him.

"We shouldn't, you and …" Wesley started, but then stopped and looked at her. She had tears that were ready to cascade down her face.

"No, we're over, I…"Fred started.

"I'm sorry, why don't we get you cleaned up and back to the hotel" Wesley suggested walking around to her.

"Yeah, yeah. Good idea" Fred said looking up and trying to smile.

Wesley walked her through his bedroom and into the bathroom. He set the water for her and gave her a towel and face cloth. She waited in the bedroom for him to help her undress. She knew he wouldn't and tried to do it herself. He saw that she was having trouble just taking her top off. He went over and helped her.

"Put your arms up, please" Wesley said softly, trying not to be disgraceful. She did as she was told and he lifted the shirt off her. He unzipped her skirt and slid it off her slender hips. "Can you handle the rest?" Wesley asked, trying not to look at her.

"Yeah, I'll be fine" Fred said as he left and she entered the bathroom. She took off her remaining pieces of clothing and stepped in the tub. She could smell the sweet sent of the soap that reminded her of him. She left the door open a crack, so the steam could leave the room. Wesley quietly entered him room and watched her through the crack in the door. She bathed herself and quickly washed her hair. He saw that ever time she went over a cut, she would whimper and wince. He felt so bad. He left a shirt and pants on the bed that Angel had brought over in the night. He saw her getting out and left the room. A few minutes later, she appeared in the red top and kaki pants. He hair was pulled back. He smiled at her. She felt chill and rubbed her arms.

"Oh, you cold? I'll get you a sweater" Wesley said heading into his room.

"Thank you" Fred said as he passed her. He came out with a black sweatshirt. Fred pulled it on.

"Well, would you like to leave now?" Wesley asked walking to her.

"Yeah, that would be okay" Fred said smiling slightly and following Wesley out the door.

To be continued.