This story is kind of a sequel to "A New Life" except Angel is still a
vampire and Fred still has visions.
Dream a Little Dream of Me
Fred stood as the rain cascaded down onto her. She could barely feel the rain, she felt numb and cold, almost dead. This really was sinking inside of here and she couldn't help but cry. As she stared at the casket, covered in flowers, she just cried. Lorne embraced her and tried calming her. She turned back to the casket. She noticed Gunn on her other side, a few feet away. She knew Angel forced him here. Gunn never did reconcile with him, and now he was gone. Fred was never able to tell him she loved him. He was gone and there was nothing she could do now. As they lowered Wesley's casket into the ground, Fred threw a flower on it and said a small prayer, hoping to see him again, someday. As blackness filled in the space above the coffin, she began to hear a buzzing noise.
Fred was awakened by her alarm clock screeching at her to get up. She hit it to make it stop and then turned onto her side. She opened her eyes and saw him, peacefully sleeping. It was all a dream but it felt so real, like he was gone. With a sigh of relief she began to cry, thankful it was all a dream. She put her hand over her mouth to quit her moan. She turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling at tears fell from her eyes. Wesley was awakened by soft moaning that he didn't recognize necessarily as pain, but something was definitely wrong. He turned onto his side and faced Fred. Her eyes were closed and tearstains were marked on her face. He sat up and pushed closer to her. Fred opened her eyes again and stared at Wesley. He had a sad look on his face, a look of worry and concern. She smiled lightly and caressed his face. He put his hand over hers and then picked it up and kissed it.
"What's wrong?" Wesley asked fearing she was hurt or sick.
"Just a bad dream" she replied not wanting to remember the horrible events that she saw.
"What happened that made you so upset? He asked. Fred sighed and sat up to face him.
"I don't want to explain, it was bad but now I'm fine," she answered as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was his coffin sinking into the ground. "I dreamt you had died," she said after a short pause, holding back tears. "It was awful, I was all alone and I didn't . . ." she began as her voice cracked and tears fell. She put her head in her hands and wept. Wesley swung his legs over the edge of the bed as well and put an arm around her.
"I'm here now, it was just a dream and I'm not going anywhere," he said as he kissed her cheek. Fred leaned into Wesley and stopped crying. She just liked being held by him. She felt safe and warm and loved. It was a nice feeling and she knew she wouldn't always have it, but she would enjoy it while she could. "Come on, lets go have breakfast" Wesley suggested.
"I'm not hungry" Fred replied.
"I'll make whatever you want," he said. She smiled at him and stood.
"Okay, I'll go for a cup of tea" she said as she led him into the kitchen. Wesley put a pot of water on the stove and took out two mugs as Fred sat at the table. She crossed her arms and laid her head down. Wesley smiled at her. When the tea was ready he brought it over and placed a mug in front f Fred. She sat up and sipped it slowly. She rested her elbow on the table and leaned her head on her hand as she stirred her tea. Wesley could tell she was still sad from her dream. He couldn't blame her. If she had died, he would be a wreck. Fred drank half her tea and then laid her head back down. Wesley could tell she needed more sleep, but they needed to go to work. Wesley quickly got ready and then woke Fred up so she could do the same.
"Fred" Wesley said softly. "We have work, so you need to go get ready," he explained. Fred moaned and eventually got up. She headed to the bathroom and set up her bath. After soaking for a little while, she figured she should get out. Wesley had kindly laid her clothes on the bed. She smiled at his thoughtfulness, even though he forgot socks, shoes, a jacket and a blouse, but she loved him for the thought. She quickly got dressed, pulled her hair into a messy bun and headed into the living room. Wesley was waiting for her. He smiled and opened the door, to let her exit. He then locked the door, and walked with her to the car. The ride to the office was quiet. Fred was tired and hated going to work so early. At the hotel she at least could wear comfortable clothes, but at the office, she had to dress up more. She didn't mind too much, but she was uncomfortable sometimes. Some afternoons, when she had gotten no sleep the night before, she would take naps on the couch in her office. Today was one of those days. Fred entered her office and dropped her briefcase on the floor. She took off her jacket and placed it on a chair as she plopped down on the couch. She put her head back and sighed. She closed her eyes as flashes of dream came back to her. She opened her eyes again and stared at the paper work piling up on her desk. She sat up and decided sleeping today wasn't an option. She stood and headed towards her desk. She sat down and began to work. After a few hours, a tension headache surfaced and she knew it as time for a break.
Meanwhile Wesley was deciphering an ancient prophecy that had already occurred. He was translating it for the record files. He too began to get a headache and decided to stop. Wesley was used to a lot of work, but with less sleep at nights and longer days, it was starting to take its toll. He closed his eyes and massaged his temples as he tried to relax. The day went by very slowly and Fred wantedto go home early. Even though she and Wesley were sharing his apartment she had a place of her own. She was going to check in with Wesley and tell him she was heading back to her apartment for the evening. Wesley heard a light knocking at his office door and looked up. Fred poked her head in and when he smiled and motioned for her to come in, she did.
"I just wanted to let you know I was heading back to my apartment for the night" she said as Wesley rounded the desk and walked towards her.
"Alright, is everything okay?" he asked touching her shoulder.
"Yea, I just need to go home for tonight, be alone for a little bit," she explained.
"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow for work then?" he asked.
"No, I'll come in by myself. I'll meet you here at 11:30 for lunch" she said with a small smile. Wesley kissed her goodbye and then she exited.
Fred got a cab to drive her home. She was so tired she almost fell asleep but made it to her apartment before she did. She got out of the cab and headed to her apartment. She yawned as she put the key in the door and entered her home. She looked around. It seemed unlived in. She dropped all her things on the couch and headed straight for her bed. She plopped down and began to fall asleep. Hours later, around seven a.m, she woke up with agonizing headache. Flashes of people raced through her mind. She got out of bed and headed to the phone. She fell before she could make it, screaming in pain. She composed herself and headed into the bathroom. She changed into pajamas. She was going to call Wesley or Angel but her head hurt too much for her to even open her eyes. She crawled back into bed. She took some aspirin and clutched her head trying to relieve some pain as she began to cry. She fell asleep for an hour or two but woke again with pain. She laid on her back as tears streamed down her face. She knew it was a little better though, at least now she could open her eyes.
Wesley woke at seven to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing at him. He hit snooze and rolled over, a few minutes later, he woke again and this time reluctantly got up. He was about to turn and wake up Fred, when he remembered she was at her place. She stared at the bare spot next to him in his bed. He rubbed the spot, smoothing out wrinkles in the sheets. He sighed and stood to get ready for the day. When he arrived at work, Fred was not in yet. He figured she was just running late and he'd check back later. After a few hours he went back and noticed she still wasn't there. Now he was worried. He headed for Angel's office. He knocked on the door and when told to, he entered.
"She's not here" Wesley began as he headed towards Angel's desk.
"What? Who?" he asked, closing a file and placing it in a cabinet drawer.
"Fred!" Wesley yelled. "She hasn't come in yet and it's nearly twelve.
"Maybe she slept in," Angel said. "And don't you two live together?" he asked leaning on the edge of his desk and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes, but last night she wanted to go back to her place" Wesley explained.
"Oh" Angel said looking down.
"She's not mad at me, she needed time alone" he said. "That's what she did she went home alone" he said.
"Get your coat" Angel said as he headed out of the office. "We'll go to her place and check on her, then decide from there" Angel said.
Wesley drove as quickly as possible, or as fast as law would permit. When they got to Fred's apartment, Wesley got out of the car and rushed to her door.
"Fred" he called as he banged on the door. "Fred!" he yelled again.
Fred suddenly heard someone yelling her name, she sat up and then laid back down from the sudden pain that inflicted her. "In here" she tried to say but her voice was unheard.
"She's not answering" Wesley said. Angel then kicked down the door and Wesley entered followed by Angel. He went straight to her room. The door was closed. He opened it slowly. Fred was lying in bed, staring out the window, with tears still running down her face. She turned her head to look at them.
"What's wrong?" Wesley asked approaching her.
"It's the vision" she replied as Wesley sat on the edge of her bed and picked up her hand. "They hurt so much now, I don't know what to do anymore," she said, still crying. Wesley turned to Angel.
"What did you see?" he asked softly.
"Umm, I saw a girl running from a demon. It was tall slimy, three eyes and a tail," she began as Angel took her notepad and began writing.
"Do you know where?" he asked.
"I . . . I think downtown near Raymond Drive" she said. It shows night time so I think it will happen tonight", she finished as she slumped over and rested her head in Wesley's lap.
"What do you need me to do?" Wesley asked.
"Umm, nothing right now, but I need to rest" she said. Wesley kissed the top of her head and then headed into the hall to join Angel.
"I need more information on this demon," Angel said.
"I don't think she can tell us anymore' Wesley said.
"I know, that's why you need to look it up," Angel said.
"I don't want to leave her alone" Wesley began. "Not again" he ended.
"Okay tell me what books you need and I will get them," Angel said. He wrote down the books for Angel and watched as he exited. Then Wesley turned back to Fred's room and sat with her. She had her eyes closed but he knew she wasn't sleeping, just resting. He watched her until Angel came back. Fred moaned from time to time and Wesley wished there was something he could do to help her in anyway. She stirred a bit, but finally after an hour, the pain began to subside. So much she was able to get up and get ready. She headed to the bathroom as Wesley just waited until she needed his help. She took a hot shower, and relaxed as the water relieved tension in her neck and shoulders. After the shower, she took her clothes and she began to get dressed. This was a little harder than she thought. Her head hurt so much. She managed to get on her underwear and a tank top, but couldn't manage the pants. She wouldn't care if she walked around in her underwear, but Angel was coming back so she couldn't.
"Wesley" Fred called as she opened the bathroom door. He turned to face her noticing she was only in her underwear. He stood and walked towards her.
"Do you need me?" he asked. She nodded then, held up her pants. He chuckled and followed her into the bathroom to help her. She held onto his shoulders as she stepped into them. He pulled them up and she used him as support. She then fell into his chest and hugged him tightly. Wesley embraced her and led her into the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed but she didn't want to lie back down. Suddenly Angel came in. "I think I know what and where our beast is. I saw it roaming the streets. We need to kill it now" he said. "It's daylight so I called Gunn, he's meeting us here and then you and him can go and kill it. I found it in the books. You must decapitate it. It's the only way to kill it. Stabbing it only harms it and makes it much more agitated," he explained.
"Alright. Will you be okay without me?" Wesley asked Fred. She nodded.
"Go, go kill the demon thing," she ordered with a slight smile.
"Fred, you feeling better?" Angel asked.
"A little, but you know, still have mind splitting migraines, but I'll live" she said. Then there was a knock at the door. Wesley answered it to find Gunn on the opposite side.
"Hey, Angel filled me in, let's roll" he said. Wesley grabbed a weapon and followed after Gunn.
Fred and Angel sat awkwardly for a few seconds.
"I'm going to make some tea," Fred said heading to the kitchen.
"Okay, I'll get some blood" he said following her.
Wesley and Gunn came back, covered in yellow slime.
"Oh my God" Fred answered standing and approaching them. "Oh my God" she said walking a way holding her nose.
"We smell that bad?" Gunn asked. Angel and Fred nodded. "I'm going home to shower. No way I'm going to be smelling like demon goop all day" he said heading out the door.
"I also need a shower," Wesley said walking past Fred and Angel towards the bathroom. A little while later he came out clean and fresh wearing a pair of clothes he left over from before. Fred entered the bedroom to see him buttoning up his shirt. She smiled as he turned to face her. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. "So, how are you?" he asked.
"I've been better, I've also been worse, but the pain . . . is less" she said.
"Good. You know how much I care about you and I hate to see you in pain" he said.
"I know, you don't have to worry about me that much" she started. "I'm a big girl" she finished with a small smile.
"But I do and I . . . " he began.
"Wesley" Fred interrupted.
"Let me just say this out, I know we haven't . . . " he began again.
"Wesley" Fred disrupted him again, as she closed her eyes.
"No let me say this . . . I love you," he said.
"No" she replied. He looked at her puzzled. "No, NO!" she screamed as a vision hit. She fell back just as he caught her. "Ahhohh God" she yelled.
"Angel!" Wesley called. Angel rushed into the bedroom as Fred flung back her head and screamed again writhing until the vision was complete. She was breathing heavily.
"What happened, what'd you see?" Wesley asked. She began to gasp and cough, she couldn't control her breathing.
"Breathe" Angel said, rubbing her back. Fred began to cry and closed her eyes.
"I saw pain, so much pain," she cried and she fell into Wesley and hanged on to his shoulders. He gently placed her on the ground as she tried to compose herself. Wesley held her close as she continued to cry. "They were a family and the father was being beaten with a pole or crow bar," she said as she cringed in pain. "They made the family watch. There was so much blood" she finished.
"Ssh, just relax now, don't think about it" Wesley replied.
"I'll get some water," Angel said exiting to the kitchen.
"Are you going to be okay?" Wesley asked.
"Yea, I'm just glad you're here. I'm sorry to scare you like this" she said sitting up in his lap and nestling closer to him. Angel came back with a glass of water and handed it to Wesley. He sat Fred up and let her sip it. She drank slowly and began to calm down.
"Do you know where it happened?" Angel asked. Fred finished drinking the water and shook her head.
"All I could see was they were in an alley. The father, or what I'm assuming was the father, was in some kind of trouble with demons. They, they . . . ahh" she finished with a slight scream as she held her head. "That's weird. The 'demons' look like us" she finished.
"What do you mean?" Wesley asked.
"The man was talking to his family and then was hit to the ground by Angel. Maybe it is Angel but I doubt you even know this man" Fred replied.
"Did you catch a name or an ID" Angel asked.
"Um." Fred began as she closed her eyes again. "He . . . there's no name I can't . . . wait, I see a wallet," she said opening her eyes.
"Do you see any ID, or a name?" Wesley asked as he rubbed her back.
"Um . . . Nicholas Casio, I think" Fred began as she closed her eyes again "It's hard to make out" she said opening her eyes.
"That name sounds familiar" Angel said.
"I've never heard of him" Fred states, the looks to Wesley.
"No, I have its . . ." Angel began.
"It's the council" Wesley stated coldly, the looked down at Fred and sighed.
Dream a Little Dream of Me
Fred stood as the rain cascaded down onto her. She could barely feel the rain, she felt numb and cold, almost dead. This really was sinking inside of here and she couldn't help but cry. As she stared at the casket, covered in flowers, she just cried. Lorne embraced her and tried calming her. She turned back to the casket. She noticed Gunn on her other side, a few feet away. She knew Angel forced him here. Gunn never did reconcile with him, and now he was gone. Fred was never able to tell him she loved him. He was gone and there was nothing she could do now. As they lowered Wesley's casket into the ground, Fred threw a flower on it and said a small prayer, hoping to see him again, someday. As blackness filled in the space above the coffin, she began to hear a buzzing noise.
Fred was awakened by her alarm clock screeching at her to get up. She hit it to make it stop and then turned onto her side. She opened her eyes and saw him, peacefully sleeping. It was all a dream but it felt so real, like he was gone. With a sigh of relief she began to cry, thankful it was all a dream. She put her hand over her mouth to quit her moan. She turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling at tears fell from her eyes. Wesley was awakened by soft moaning that he didn't recognize necessarily as pain, but something was definitely wrong. He turned onto his side and faced Fred. Her eyes were closed and tearstains were marked on her face. He sat up and pushed closer to her. Fred opened her eyes again and stared at Wesley. He had a sad look on his face, a look of worry and concern. She smiled lightly and caressed his face. He put his hand over hers and then picked it up and kissed it.
"What's wrong?" Wesley asked fearing she was hurt or sick.
"Just a bad dream" she replied not wanting to remember the horrible events that she saw.
"What happened that made you so upset? He asked. Fred sighed and sat up to face him.
"I don't want to explain, it was bad but now I'm fine," she answered as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was his coffin sinking into the ground. "I dreamt you had died," she said after a short pause, holding back tears. "It was awful, I was all alone and I didn't . . ." she began as her voice cracked and tears fell. She put her head in her hands and wept. Wesley swung his legs over the edge of the bed as well and put an arm around her.
"I'm here now, it was just a dream and I'm not going anywhere," he said as he kissed her cheek. Fred leaned into Wesley and stopped crying. She just liked being held by him. She felt safe and warm and loved. It was a nice feeling and she knew she wouldn't always have it, but she would enjoy it while she could. "Come on, lets go have breakfast" Wesley suggested.
"I'm not hungry" Fred replied.
"I'll make whatever you want," he said. She smiled at him and stood.
"Okay, I'll go for a cup of tea" she said as she led him into the kitchen. Wesley put a pot of water on the stove and took out two mugs as Fred sat at the table. She crossed her arms and laid her head down. Wesley smiled at her. When the tea was ready he brought it over and placed a mug in front f Fred. She sat up and sipped it slowly. She rested her elbow on the table and leaned her head on her hand as she stirred her tea. Wesley could tell she was still sad from her dream. He couldn't blame her. If she had died, he would be a wreck. Fred drank half her tea and then laid her head back down. Wesley could tell she needed more sleep, but they needed to go to work. Wesley quickly got ready and then woke Fred up so she could do the same.
"Fred" Wesley said softly. "We have work, so you need to go get ready," he explained. Fred moaned and eventually got up. She headed to the bathroom and set up her bath. After soaking for a little while, she figured she should get out. Wesley had kindly laid her clothes on the bed. She smiled at his thoughtfulness, even though he forgot socks, shoes, a jacket and a blouse, but she loved him for the thought. She quickly got dressed, pulled her hair into a messy bun and headed into the living room. Wesley was waiting for her. He smiled and opened the door, to let her exit. He then locked the door, and walked with her to the car. The ride to the office was quiet. Fred was tired and hated going to work so early. At the hotel she at least could wear comfortable clothes, but at the office, she had to dress up more. She didn't mind too much, but she was uncomfortable sometimes. Some afternoons, when she had gotten no sleep the night before, she would take naps on the couch in her office. Today was one of those days. Fred entered her office and dropped her briefcase on the floor. She took off her jacket and placed it on a chair as she plopped down on the couch. She put her head back and sighed. She closed her eyes as flashes of dream came back to her. She opened her eyes again and stared at the paper work piling up on her desk. She sat up and decided sleeping today wasn't an option. She stood and headed towards her desk. She sat down and began to work. After a few hours, a tension headache surfaced and she knew it as time for a break.
Meanwhile Wesley was deciphering an ancient prophecy that had already occurred. He was translating it for the record files. He too began to get a headache and decided to stop. Wesley was used to a lot of work, but with less sleep at nights and longer days, it was starting to take its toll. He closed his eyes and massaged his temples as he tried to relax. The day went by very slowly and Fred wantedto go home early. Even though she and Wesley were sharing his apartment she had a place of her own. She was going to check in with Wesley and tell him she was heading back to her apartment for the evening. Wesley heard a light knocking at his office door and looked up. Fred poked her head in and when he smiled and motioned for her to come in, she did.
"I just wanted to let you know I was heading back to my apartment for the night" she said as Wesley rounded the desk and walked towards her.
"Alright, is everything okay?" he asked touching her shoulder.
"Yea, I just need to go home for tonight, be alone for a little bit," she explained.
"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow for work then?" he asked.
"No, I'll come in by myself. I'll meet you here at 11:30 for lunch" she said with a small smile. Wesley kissed her goodbye and then she exited.
Fred got a cab to drive her home. She was so tired she almost fell asleep but made it to her apartment before she did. She got out of the cab and headed to her apartment. She yawned as she put the key in the door and entered her home. She looked around. It seemed unlived in. She dropped all her things on the couch and headed straight for her bed. She plopped down and began to fall asleep. Hours later, around seven a.m, she woke up with agonizing headache. Flashes of people raced through her mind. She got out of bed and headed to the phone. She fell before she could make it, screaming in pain. She composed herself and headed into the bathroom. She changed into pajamas. She was going to call Wesley or Angel but her head hurt too much for her to even open her eyes. She crawled back into bed. She took some aspirin and clutched her head trying to relieve some pain as she began to cry. She fell asleep for an hour or two but woke again with pain. She laid on her back as tears streamed down her face. She knew it was a little better though, at least now she could open her eyes.
Wesley woke at seven to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing at him. He hit snooze and rolled over, a few minutes later, he woke again and this time reluctantly got up. He was about to turn and wake up Fred, when he remembered she was at her place. She stared at the bare spot next to him in his bed. He rubbed the spot, smoothing out wrinkles in the sheets. He sighed and stood to get ready for the day. When he arrived at work, Fred was not in yet. He figured she was just running late and he'd check back later. After a few hours he went back and noticed she still wasn't there. Now he was worried. He headed for Angel's office. He knocked on the door and when told to, he entered.
"She's not here" Wesley began as he headed towards Angel's desk.
"What? Who?" he asked, closing a file and placing it in a cabinet drawer.
"Fred!" Wesley yelled. "She hasn't come in yet and it's nearly twelve.
"Maybe she slept in," Angel said. "And don't you two live together?" he asked leaning on the edge of his desk and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes, but last night she wanted to go back to her place" Wesley explained.
"Oh" Angel said looking down.
"She's not mad at me, she needed time alone" he said. "That's what she did she went home alone" he said.
"Get your coat" Angel said as he headed out of the office. "We'll go to her place and check on her, then decide from there" Angel said.
Wesley drove as quickly as possible, or as fast as law would permit. When they got to Fred's apartment, Wesley got out of the car and rushed to her door.
"Fred" he called as he banged on the door. "Fred!" he yelled again.
Fred suddenly heard someone yelling her name, she sat up and then laid back down from the sudden pain that inflicted her. "In here" she tried to say but her voice was unheard.
"She's not answering" Wesley said. Angel then kicked down the door and Wesley entered followed by Angel. He went straight to her room. The door was closed. He opened it slowly. Fred was lying in bed, staring out the window, with tears still running down her face. She turned her head to look at them.
"What's wrong?" Wesley asked approaching her.
"It's the vision" she replied as Wesley sat on the edge of her bed and picked up her hand. "They hurt so much now, I don't know what to do anymore," she said, still crying. Wesley turned to Angel.
"What did you see?" he asked softly.
"Umm, I saw a girl running from a demon. It was tall slimy, three eyes and a tail," she began as Angel took her notepad and began writing.
"Do you know where?" he asked.
"I . . . I think downtown near Raymond Drive" she said. It shows night time so I think it will happen tonight", she finished as she slumped over and rested her head in Wesley's lap.
"What do you need me to do?" Wesley asked.
"Umm, nothing right now, but I need to rest" she said. Wesley kissed the top of her head and then headed into the hall to join Angel.
"I need more information on this demon," Angel said.
"I don't think she can tell us anymore' Wesley said.
"I know, that's why you need to look it up," Angel said.
"I don't want to leave her alone" Wesley began. "Not again" he ended.
"Okay tell me what books you need and I will get them," Angel said. He wrote down the books for Angel and watched as he exited. Then Wesley turned back to Fred's room and sat with her. She had her eyes closed but he knew she wasn't sleeping, just resting. He watched her until Angel came back. Fred moaned from time to time and Wesley wished there was something he could do to help her in anyway. She stirred a bit, but finally after an hour, the pain began to subside. So much she was able to get up and get ready. She headed to the bathroom as Wesley just waited until she needed his help. She took a hot shower, and relaxed as the water relieved tension in her neck and shoulders. After the shower, she took her clothes and she began to get dressed. This was a little harder than she thought. Her head hurt so much. She managed to get on her underwear and a tank top, but couldn't manage the pants. She wouldn't care if she walked around in her underwear, but Angel was coming back so she couldn't.
"Wesley" Fred called as she opened the bathroom door. He turned to face her noticing she was only in her underwear. He stood and walked towards her.
"Do you need me?" he asked. She nodded then, held up her pants. He chuckled and followed her into the bathroom to help her. She held onto his shoulders as she stepped into them. He pulled them up and she used him as support. She then fell into his chest and hugged him tightly. Wesley embraced her and led her into the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed but she didn't want to lie back down. Suddenly Angel came in. "I think I know what and where our beast is. I saw it roaming the streets. We need to kill it now" he said. "It's daylight so I called Gunn, he's meeting us here and then you and him can go and kill it. I found it in the books. You must decapitate it. It's the only way to kill it. Stabbing it only harms it and makes it much more agitated," he explained.
"Alright. Will you be okay without me?" Wesley asked Fred. She nodded.
"Go, go kill the demon thing," she ordered with a slight smile.
"Fred, you feeling better?" Angel asked.
"A little, but you know, still have mind splitting migraines, but I'll live" she said. Then there was a knock at the door. Wesley answered it to find Gunn on the opposite side.
"Hey, Angel filled me in, let's roll" he said. Wesley grabbed a weapon and followed after Gunn.
Fred and Angel sat awkwardly for a few seconds.
"I'm going to make some tea," Fred said heading to the kitchen.
"Okay, I'll get some blood" he said following her.
Wesley and Gunn came back, covered in yellow slime.
"Oh my God" Fred answered standing and approaching them. "Oh my God" she said walking a way holding her nose.
"We smell that bad?" Gunn asked. Angel and Fred nodded. "I'm going home to shower. No way I'm going to be smelling like demon goop all day" he said heading out the door.
"I also need a shower," Wesley said walking past Fred and Angel towards the bathroom. A little while later he came out clean and fresh wearing a pair of clothes he left over from before. Fred entered the bedroom to see him buttoning up his shirt. She smiled as he turned to face her. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. "So, how are you?" he asked.
"I've been better, I've also been worse, but the pain . . . is less" she said.
"Good. You know how much I care about you and I hate to see you in pain" he said.
"I know, you don't have to worry about me that much" she started. "I'm a big girl" she finished with a small smile.
"But I do and I . . . " he began.
"Wesley" Fred interrupted.
"Let me just say this out, I know we haven't . . . " he began again.
"Wesley" Fred disrupted him again, as she closed her eyes.
"No let me say this . . . I love you," he said.
"No" she replied. He looked at her puzzled. "No, NO!" she screamed as a vision hit. She fell back just as he caught her. "Ahhohh God" she yelled.
"Angel!" Wesley called. Angel rushed into the bedroom as Fred flung back her head and screamed again writhing until the vision was complete. She was breathing heavily.
"What happened, what'd you see?" Wesley asked. She began to gasp and cough, she couldn't control her breathing.
"Breathe" Angel said, rubbing her back. Fred began to cry and closed her eyes.
"I saw pain, so much pain," she cried and she fell into Wesley and hanged on to his shoulders. He gently placed her on the ground as she tried to compose herself. Wesley held her close as she continued to cry. "They were a family and the father was being beaten with a pole or crow bar," she said as she cringed in pain. "They made the family watch. There was so much blood" she finished.
"Ssh, just relax now, don't think about it" Wesley replied.
"I'll get some water," Angel said exiting to the kitchen.
"Are you going to be okay?" Wesley asked.
"Yea, I'm just glad you're here. I'm sorry to scare you like this" she said sitting up in his lap and nestling closer to him. Angel came back with a glass of water and handed it to Wesley. He sat Fred up and let her sip it. She drank slowly and began to calm down.
"Do you know where it happened?" Angel asked. Fred finished drinking the water and shook her head.
"All I could see was they were in an alley. The father, or what I'm assuming was the father, was in some kind of trouble with demons. They, they . . . ahh" she finished with a slight scream as she held her head. "That's weird. The 'demons' look like us" she finished.
"What do you mean?" Wesley asked.
"The man was talking to his family and then was hit to the ground by Angel. Maybe it is Angel but I doubt you even know this man" Fred replied.
"Did you catch a name or an ID" Angel asked.
"Um." Fred began as she closed her eyes again. "He . . . there's no name I can't . . . wait, I see a wallet," she said opening her eyes.
"Do you see any ID, or a name?" Wesley asked as he rubbed her back.
"Um . . . Nicholas Casio, I think" Fred began as she closed her eyes again "It's hard to make out" she said opening her eyes.
"That name sounds familiar" Angel said.
"I've never heard of him" Fred states, the looks to Wesley.
"No, I have its . . ." Angel began.
"It's the council" Wesley stated coldly, the looked down at Fred and sighed.