A Different Kind of Fred
By – Colleen "Coll" Hughes, Forker18@aol.com
Teaser: Fred's been acting a little...well, un-Fred like.
Genre: Angel: The Series, Romance/Comedy/Action
Pairing: Gunn/Fred, Angel/Cordelia, some Wes/Faith
Rating: PG-13
Notes: You have to read "Letting the Bad in with the Good" & "The Prophecy." This fic goes along with them.
Distribution: Sure, why not, just ask!
Spoilers: OK, up until Waiting in the Wings. Let's just pretend that Groo never showed up in the end. Also, no Sahjan (More relative in "The Prophecy", but still). Couplet and everything after hasn't happened, at least in my world (not that it was bad, oh, I'm confusing myself!)
Special Thanks to: Rogue, who kept asking about this fic. Naughty Fred is for you Rogue! All the Forkers (Especially those @ the fanforum board! Love you guys!) and everyone @ FF.net for reviewing my fics!
Part 1
"OK, I'm...um, I'm having second thoughts"
"What? Now?"
"Well, it's a big thing, you know? I've never taken it lightly."
"Now is not the time I need to be hearing about your other times, OK? I know how they went."
"Still, I'm just having second thoughts."
*heavy sigh* "Don't you trust me?"
"More than anyone."
"Then why can't we just do it?"
"Because, Charles...it doesn't feel like the right thing anymore."
"You can't do this. I won't let you."
"Excuse me?"
"You don't tell a guy you're gonna do this then, when it's time to do it, back out. That just ain't cool, Fred."
"It's not like we've started or anything."
"I started, and I wanna finish."
"You started?"
"Didn't you?"
"No."
"Oh, well, everything's ready and I gave the signal."
"We have a signal? What for?"
"So Angel and them know we're ready to do it."
"Oh, I guess I can't back out now then."
"Nope."
"You'll, you know, help me right? Cause, it has been a while."
"Oh, it's been a while for me, too. I need this to live. Just know that you never have to worry with me, Fred. I got your back, always."
"OK, good. Now I feel a little better about being bait. Why'd it have to be us anyway?"
Gunn smiled at her as he stared into her brown eyes, soulful eyes. "We got the passion thing going on," he told her. "At least that's what Angel says, remember?" "Yeah," she replied. "So, this demon Cordy saw, why do we need to be...you know to draw it out?" "You wanna know why?" Fred nodded at Gunn's question. "It's cause your so damn hot-" "Charles!" Fred interrupted. She punched him in the chest and he laughed. Her face reddened and Gunn watched her. She was gorgeous.
"Our bodies omit this odder thing Wes told me about," Gunn elaborated. "Come on, Ms. Physicist, you know about human nature and why people are attracted to each other." "And this attracts the demon?" Gunn nodded. "Yeah, so, for once...we can mack it on the job and have it be the job." Gunn observed as he leaned forward. Fred met him half way, brushing her lips against his. Gunn's hand settled on her neck, running his fingers through her hair.
Fred brought her hands up and linked her hands behind his neck, tilting her head slightly to allow Gunn to deepen the kiss. That's when she pulled away. "What?" he asked in a hurt tone. Like a kid that had just gotten his candy taken away or something. "Sorry," she said while blushing a bit. "It's just...well, I became very aware that everyone else is watching us."
"Hey, they asked us to do this, OK?" he said softly as he kissed her. "This is what they want us to do." He leaned in, but Fred still protested, saying his name softly and trying to push him away. His lips caught hers and she couldn't pull away. It was a gentle kiss, since he knew she was scared that the monster would attack at any minute, but it was enough to raise the heat between them.
"Behind you!" Gunn pulled away and grabbed the sword that on the bench, that they were covering, just in time to stop the demon from coming down full force on Fred. It was here, and ugly. Angel and Faith were out of their hiding spots in an instant. Angel, all vamped out, grabbed the demon from behind and sent it flying backwards. Gunn handed Fred off to Cordy who pulled her back where Wesley was frantically searching in his book.
"You OK?" Cordy asked Fred. She nodded, but her eyes were on the battle, on Gunn. "Anything yet?" Fred asked as she looked back briefly at Wes. At that moment, Gunn was violently thrown to the ground by the demon and she gasped. "The translation is very difficult, but not too much longer." He answered without even looking up. "Shit," Cordy muttered. "They're getting they're asses kicked." "How about a freakin Eureka, Wes?" Faith shouted from the battle.
The demon took that opportunity to slam her, hard, into a nearby tree. Gunn winced as he watched this from the ground. It was just the demon and Angel now. He looked back to Wesley, still flipping pages, then back to the fight. "I'm sick of this shit." He muttered as he bounced up and headed towards the demon with his sword drawn.
"Eureka!" Gunn heard as he brought the sword down on the demon's neck, separating its head from its body. Gunn smiled triumphantly, until he saw Angel covered in yellow goo that was most likely the demon's blood. "Thanks, Gunn." He said dryly as he began to wipe the goo off. "Bloody hell, Gunn," Wesley screamed as he slammed the book and walked over to where they stood. "Decapitating the demon duplicates it! Now, we're going to have to deal with two of these things in a minute."
"Two?" Faith echoed as she rose to her feet and winced. "Well, we were about to get killed waiting for your freakin Eureka!" Gunn shouted back. Cordy rolled her eyes and sighed as she got up and walked over to the fight. Fred stayed where she was, watching from the sidelines. Gunn snuck a look over at her every now and again during his fight with Wesley. She smiled brightly, but then it disappeared. She looked around her because of the very strange feeling she was getting.
Something wasn't right, and it had nothing to do with the demon. As she turned to look back at the group, a cloth covered her face, keeping her from screaming and breathing anything else besides what the attacker had put on the cloth. Fred fell back into the moist grass as the world disappeared around her.
By – Colleen "Coll" Hughes, Forker18@aol.com
Teaser: Fred's been acting a little...well, un-Fred like.
Genre: Angel: The Series, Romance/Comedy/Action
Pairing: Gunn/Fred, Angel/Cordelia, some Wes/Faith
Rating: PG-13
Notes: You have to read "Letting the Bad in with the Good" & "The Prophecy." This fic goes along with them.
Distribution: Sure, why not, just ask!
Spoilers: OK, up until Waiting in the Wings. Let's just pretend that Groo never showed up in the end. Also, no Sahjan (More relative in "The Prophecy", but still). Couplet and everything after hasn't happened, at least in my world (not that it was bad, oh, I'm confusing myself!)
Special Thanks to: Rogue, who kept asking about this fic. Naughty Fred is for you Rogue! All the Forkers (Especially those @ the fanforum board! Love you guys!) and everyone @ FF.net for reviewing my fics!
Part 1
"OK, I'm...um, I'm having second thoughts"
"What? Now?"
"Well, it's a big thing, you know? I've never taken it lightly."
"Now is not the time I need to be hearing about your other times, OK? I know how they went."
"Still, I'm just having second thoughts."
*heavy sigh* "Don't you trust me?"
"More than anyone."
"Then why can't we just do it?"
"Because, Charles...it doesn't feel like the right thing anymore."
"You can't do this. I won't let you."
"Excuse me?"
"You don't tell a guy you're gonna do this then, when it's time to do it, back out. That just ain't cool, Fred."
"It's not like we've started or anything."
"I started, and I wanna finish."
"You started?"
"Didn't you?"
"No."
"Oh, well, everything's ready and I gave the signal."
"We have a signal? What for?"
"So Angel and them know we're ready to do it."
"Oh, I guess I can't back out now then."
"Nope."
"You'll, you know, help me right? Cause, it has been a while."
"Oh, it's been a while for me, too. I need this to live. Just know that you never have to worry with me, Fred. I got your back, always."
"OK, good. Now I feel a little better about being bait. Why'd it have to be us anyway?"
Gunn smiled at her as he stared into her brown eyes, soulful eyes. "We got the passion thing going on," he told her. "At least that's what Angel says, remember?" "Yeah," she replied. "So, this demon Cordy saw, why do we need to be...you know to draw it out?" "You wanna know why?" Fred nodded at Gunn's question. "It's cause your so damn hot-" "Charles!" Fred interrupted. She punched him in the chest and he laughed. Her face reddened and Gunn watched her. She was gorgeous.
"Our bodies omit this odder thing Wes told me about," Gunn elaborated. "Come on, Ms. Physicist, you know about human nature and why people are attracted to each other." "And this attracts the demon?" Gunn nodded. "Yeah, so, for once...we can mack it on the job and have it be the job." Gunn observed as he leaned forward. Fred met him half way, brushing her lips against his. Gunn's hand settled on her neck, running his fingers through her hair.
Fred brought her hands up and linked her hands behind his neck, tilting her head slightly to allow Gunn to deepen the kiss. That's when she pulled away. "What?" he asked in a hurt tone. Like a kid that had just gotten his candy taken away or something. "Sorry," she said while blushing a bit. "It's just...well, I became very aware that everyone else is watching us."
"Hey, they asked us to do this, OK?" he said softly as he kissed her. "This is what they want us to do." He leaned in, but Fred still protested, saying his name softly and trying to push him away. His lips caught hers and she couldn't pull away. It was a gentle kiss, since he knew she was scared that the monster would attack at any minute, but it was enough to raise the heat between them.
"Behind you!" Gunn pulled away and grabbed the sword that on the bench, that they were covering, just in time to stop the demon from coming down full force on Fred. It was here, and ugly. Angel and Faith were out of their hiding spots in an instant. Angel, all vamped out, grabbed the demon from behind and sent it flying backwards. Gunn handed Fred off to Cordy who pulled her back where Wesley was frantically searching in his book.
"You OK?" Cordy asked Fred. She nodded, but her eyes were on the battle, on Gunn. "Anything yet?" Fred asked as she looked back briefly at Wes. At that moment, Gunn was violently thrown to the ground by the demon and she gasped. "The translation is very difficult, but not too much longer." He answered without even looking up. "Shit," Cordy muttered. "They're getting they're asses kicked." "How about a freakin Eureka, Wes?" Faith shouted from the battle.
The demon took that opportunity to slam her, hard, into a nearby tree. Gunn winced as he watched this from the ground. It was just the demon and Angel now. He looked back to Wesley, still flipping pages, then back to the fight. "I'm sick of this shit." He muttered as he bounced up and headed towards the demon with his sword drawn.
"Eureka!" Gunn heard as he brought the sword down on the demon's neck, separating its head from its body. Gunn smiled triumphantly, until he saw Angel covered in yellow goo that was most likely the demon's blood. "Thanks, Gunn." He said dryly as he began to wipe the goo off. "Bloody hell, Gunn," Wesley screamed as he slammed the book and walked over to where they stood. "Decapitating the demon duplicates it! Now, we're going to have to deal with two of these things in a minute."
"Two?" Faith echoed as she rose to her feet and winced. "Well, we were about to get killed waiting for your freakin Eureka!" Gunn shouted back. Cordy rolled her eyes and sighed as she got up and walked over to the fight. Fred stayed where she was, watching from the sidelines. Gunn snuck a look over at her every now and again during his fight with Wesley. She smiled brightly, but then it disappeared. She looked around her because of the very strange feeling she was getting.
Something wasn't right, and it had nothing to do with the demon. As she turned to look back at the group, a cloth covered her face, keeping her from screaming and breathing anything else besides what the attacker had put on the cloth. Fred fell back into the moist grass as the world disappeared around her.