A Different Kind of Fred
By – Colleen "Coll" 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 3
"God, two demons in a row is starting to get to be a little too much for me." Faith muttered as she walked straight to the fridge as soon as she stepped foot into the hotel. She made a face of disgust and shut the door. "We're going to have to start keeping more than just blood in the fridge." Faith announced to the rest of them before plopping down on the couch. Cordy couldn't believe her nerve.
"One, vampire...of course there's gonna be blood in the fridge," Cordy said as she crossed her arms and stood in front of Faith. "Second, you're a freakin slayer! Now, what? You're whining about two demon attacks in a row? Deal with it!" Faith mocked imitated her as Wesley tossed her a bag of chips. "Feel free to look in my office when you're hungry," he called from behind the front desk. "I always have something in there." "Thanks." She replied softly.
Cordy raised her eyebrow and walked over to the counter and pushed herself up. "So, what now?" she asked Angel who was standing on the other side. "What do you mean?" Angel asked, speaking in a none interested tone. Cordy rolled her eyes again. "God, you guys are such losers," she complained as she laid back. "Hey, where's Fred and Gunn? They were right behind us." "Traffic." The rest said tonelessly.
"OK, I'm going out," Cordy announced suddenly in an annoyed tone. "Who want to have some fun with me?" Even though she was eyeing Angel and hinting for him to answer, someone else did. "I'll go!" Cordy whipped around and the rest of the group actually looked up when they heard..."Fred?" Faith said. "You're gonna go out with C?" Fred had just walked in, dragging Gunn behind her. She was glowing. Full of energy, full of life. Gunn, on the other hand, looked exhausted, yet somehow content.
"See everyone," Cordelia started, ignoring Fred's new and strange behavior. "Fred is going to go out with me. Fred. You know you're all losers when Ms. 'I-hate-to-go-out-in-public' wants to come party with me!" Faith hopped up. "You're right, C," she agreed. "Let's go party. I've found that slaying can get me pumped to party along with the hunger and horniness." Everyone looked at Faith oddly for a very awkward second before she quickly covered, "OK, are any of the guys man enough to come out?"
"No." Angel and Wesley chorused without even looking up from their work. "Chuck?" Fait asked as she slipped on her leather coat. He hadn't heard her. He was too busy staring at Fred. It was like he was in a trance. "I think Charles needs...a break." Fred said with a slight giggle. However, there was something a little different about the way she said it. The suggestiveness in her tone made Cordy furrow her brow and exchange a questioning look with Faith.
"Yeah." Gunn said as Fred kissed him goodbye. He stood at the doorway, watching Fred leave. As Cordy passed him, she noticed how much of a zombie he looked like. "Don't wait up." She said quietly before leaving. Faith was right behind her. "Is something weird going on?" Cordy whispered to Faith. "When is something weird not going on, Cor?" Faith answered.
***
Vincent Cross reluctantly knocked on the office door in the Wolfram & Hart building. When he didn't receive a response, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was almost pitch black, but his eyes soon adjusted. The chair was turned so that whoever sat there wasn't facing him. Vincent wasn't uncomfortable with that. "You know what's funny?" He waited for the speaker to answer his or her own question. "How anyone can enter my office, whenever they want; but me, as a vampire, have to be invited."
Vincent flinched a bit as Lilah Morgan spun around in her chair. The last time he saw her, she was alive and evil. The only thing that's changed in those two months since he's seen her was that she's now dead. "Funny," he said dryly. "Ready for business now?" "You might want to watch your mouth around me, Mr. Cross," she snapped, and then she calmed herself and continued. "Now, did your team succeed? Is the girl infected?"
With a bright smile, Vincent nodded. "We got her," he answered. "And the best part is the rest think she fainted because of the demons we "arranged" to arise." A smile played at Lilah's lips. "You got the right girl? You're certain?" she asked. Vincent nodded again and Lilah rose from her seat. "I find it shocking that you actually pulled this off, Mr. Cross, so excuse my doubts," Lilah said as she circled Vincent. "Your boys got the Seer, right? Short haired Brunette, blond high lights, out spoken?"
"Short haired?" Vincent echoed. "They got a brunette, but they didn't say anything about short hair." "OK, you are aware that the rest of Angel's girls have brown hair, that's why I had doubts!" Lilah screamed. She pushed Vincent down into a chair and morphed into her vamp face as she closed the space between them. "Which one did they get?" "She stayed on the sidelines the whole time," he answered in a clam tone. "Long hair. Brunette. Quiet."
"You got the newbie!" Lilah shouted. She picked something up from her desk and hurled it across the room in rage. When she turned back to him, her face was normal and her façade calm. "You are so lucky I just ate," she told him. "Get out of my sight, but watch over this case. The crazy little white girl may be able to turn Angel just as well as if his Seer had been infected."
***
The music from the club pulsated through her veins, and Faith hadn't even got into the building. Fred was though. As soon as they all pulled up, Fred jumped out, took off the sweater she wore over her tank top, and then walked into the club. "Something is definitely up with her." Cordy said, a little loudly as they got closer to the club entrance. "No shit," Faith shouted back. "I've only known the girl for a little bit, and this isn't her."
The two pushed their way into the club, but froze immediately upon entering. "How the hell did she get up on a platform that quickly?" Faith shouted as her and Cordy watched Fred dancing on the center platform in the club. "I can never get on the platform that fast." Despite what was happening, Cordelia couldn't help but laugh at the jealousy in Faith's tone.
"OK, we gotta fix this." Cordy announced as she grabbed Faith's hand and drug her into the crowd. A few minutes later, Faith and Cordy reached the platform, but tons of guys had surrounded Fred. "Shit, we can't even see her!" Cordy called to Faith. She was on it. Using her slayer strength, Faith peeled a couple of guys away from the swarm and pulled herself and Cordelia on to the platform.
Faith pushed more horny clubbers out of the way and finally reached Fred. She was sandwiched between two hunky guys, but she didn't seem to mind. "Cordelia! Faith!" she called as she moved away from the guys and walked over to them. "Ya'll finally made it in! You can help me keep all these men entertained." It was weird, all the guys just...waited for her. Their eyes were only on Fred, and Fred couldn't stop moving and dancing.
"We think we should take you home," Cordy said in Fred's ear after getting closer. "This isn't you, Fred. Something's up." Fred stopped moving. Something changed in her eyes and Faith stepped in front of Cordelia. "Five years of my life, I woke up thinking that I wouldn't live to see another day. I was so lonely," she said to them. "Now, I'm back in the real world, having fun, getting on with my life and of course something has to be wrong with that, doesn't it?"
The men behind her stopped dancing and moving. Their eyes were narrowed at Cordelia and Faith. "What the hell is going on?" Cordy asked Faith through gritted teeth. Faith shook her head. Cordy could feel she was ready for a fight, but all the guys behind Fred looked like they were ready to. The pounding beat halted suddenly. Cordy and Faith looked around the club. All the men seemed to be staring up at them. The women were looking at their partners, trying to get them to look away, but every man's eyes were set on the platform. On them.
"Fred, we want you to have fun," Faith started gently. "But, me and C...it's just weird that so suddenly...you want to have fun." "Not to mention the creepy way you have all the guys staring at us like they want to kill us." Faith jabbed Cordy in the ribs for that remark. "I'm thinking it'd be a good idea if you too just left," Fred said calmly. "I don't think these boys wanna party with you." "Sounds good." Cordy said automatically. "Sorry Fred," Faith said quickly. "We're not leaving without you."
A smile played at Fred's lips. "Is that so?" she asked as the guys on the floor began to make their way to the platform. "What the hell are you doing?" Cordy asked as she clung to Faith, who remained set where she was. "Yeah," Faith answered Fred. "This isn't you." "You don't even know me," Fred shot back. "You join the group and help out a bit and suddenly we're the best of friends? I don't think so." The men behind her began to step forward as Fred smiled and said, "I think ya'll should leave. I don't want you to die, but if you try to keep me from livin, then I'm afraid these boys won't have it."
Faith pulled her fist back and punched the first guy she saw. He crumpled like a rag and Faith kept swinging punches. Cordy joined in, or had to join in. "Shouldn't we be heading towards an exit!" Cordy shouted. Faith pushed three guys off of the platform as she answered, "I said that I wasn't leaving without Fred, and I'm not."
By – Colleen "Coll" 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 3
"God, two demons in a row is starting to get to be a little too much for me." Faith muttered as she walked straight to the fridge as soon as she stepped foot into the hotel. She made a face of disgust and shut the door. "We're going to have to start keeping more than just blood in the fridge." Faith announced to the rest of them before plopping down on the couch. Cordy couldn't believe her nerve.
"One, vampire...of course there's gonna be blood in the fridge," Cordy said as she crossed her arms and stood in front of Faith. "Second, you're a freakin slayer! Now, what? You're whining about two demon attacks in a row? Deal with it!" Faith mocked imitated her as Wesley tossed her a bag of chips. "Feel free to look in my office when you're hungry," he called from behind the front desk. "I always have something in there." "Thanks." She replied softly.
Cordy raised her eyebrow and walked over to the counter and pushed herself up. "So, what now?" she asked Angel who was standing on the other side. "What do you mean?" Angel asked, speaking in a none interested tone. Cordy rolled her eyes again. "God, you guys are such losers," she complained as she laid back. "Hey, where's Fred and Gunn? They were right behind us." "Traffic." The rest said tonelessly.
"OK, I'm going out," Cordy announced suddenly in an annoyed tone. "Who want to have some fun with me?" Even though she was eyeing Angel and hinting for him to answer, someone else did. "I'll go!" Cordy whipped around and the rest of the group actually looked up when they heard..."Fred?" Faith said. "You're gonna go out with C?" Fred had just walked in, dragging Gunn behind her. She was glowing. Full of energy, full of life. Gunn, on the other hand, looked exhausted, yet somehow content.
"See everyone," Cordelia started, ignoring Fred's new and strange behavior. "Fred is going to go out with me. Fred. You know you're all losers when Ms. 'I-hate-to-go-out-in-public' wants to come party with me!" Faith hopped up. "You're right, C," she agreed. "Let's go party. I've found that slaying can get me pumped to party along with the hunger and horniness." Everyone looked at Faith oddly for a very awkward second before she quickly covered, "OK, are any of the guys man enough to come out?"
"No." Angel and Wesley chorused without even looking up from their work. "Chuck?" Fait asked as she slipped on her leather coat. He hadn't heard her. He was too busy staring at Fred. It was like he was in a trance. "I think Charles needs...a break." Fred said with a slight giggle. However, there was something a little different about the way she said it. The suggestiveness in her tone made Cordy furrow her brow and exchange a questioning look with Faith.
"Yeah." Gunn said as Fred kissed him goodbye. He stood at the doorway, watching Fred leave. As Cordy passed him, she noticed how much of a zombie he looked like. "Don't wait up." She said quietly before leaving. Faith was right behind her. "Is something weird going on?" Cordy whispered to Faith. "When is something weird not going on, Cor?" Faith answered.
***
Vincent Cross reluctantly knocked on the office door in the Wolfram & Hart building. When he didn't receive a response, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was almost pitch black, but his eyes soon adjusted. The chair was turned so that whoever sat there wasn't facing him. Vincent wasn't uncomfortable with that. "You know what's funny?" He waited for the speaker to answer his or her own question. "How anyone can enter my office, whenever they want; but me, as a vampire, have to be invited."
Vincent flinched a bit as Lilah Morgan spun around in her chair. The last time he saw her, she was alive and evil. The only thing that's changed in those two months since he's seen her was that she's now dead. "Funny," he said dryly. "Ready for business now?" "You might want to watch your mouth around me, Mr. Cross," she snapped, and then she calmed herself and continued. "Now, did your team succeed? Is the girl infected?"
With a bright smile, Vincent nodded. "We got her," he answered. "And the best part is the rest think she fainted because of the demons we "arranged" to arise." A smile played at Lilah's lips. "You got the right girl? You're certain?" she asked. Vincent nodded again and Lilah rose from her seat. "I find it shocking that you actually pulled this off, Mr. Cross, so excuse my doubts," Lilah said as she circled Vincent. "Your boys got the Seer, right? Short haired Brunette, blond high lights, out spoken?"
"Short haired?" Vincent echoed. "They got a brunette, but they didn't say anything about short hair." "OK, you are aware that the rest of Angel's girls have brown hair, that's why I had doubts!" Lilah screamed. She pushed Vincent down into a chair and morphed into her vamp face as she closed the space between them. "Which one did they get?" "She stayed on the sidelines the whole time," he answered in a clam tone. "Long hair. Brunette. Quiet."
"You got the newbie!" Lilah shouted. She picked something up from her desk and hurled it across the room in rage. When she turned back to him, her face was normal and her façade calm. "You are so lucky I just ate," she told him. "Get out of my sight, but watch over this case. The crazy little white girl may be able to turn Angel just as well as if his Seer had been infected."
***
The music from the club pulsated through her veins, and Faith hadn't even got into the building. Fred was though. As soon as they all pulled up, Fred jumped out, took off the sweater she wore over her tank top, and then walked into the club. "Something is definitely up with her." Cordy said, a little loudly as they got closer to the club entrance. "No shit," Faith shouted back. "I've only known the girl for a little bit, and this isn't her."
The two pushed their way into the club, but froze immediately upon entering. "How the hell did she get up on a platform that quickly?" Faith shouted as her and Cordy watched Fred dancing on the center platform in the club. "I can never get on the platform that fast." Despite what was happening, Cordelia couldn't help but laugh at the jealousy in Faith's tone.
"OK, we gotta fix this." Cordy announced as she grabbed Faith's hand and drug her into the crowd. A few minutes later, Faith and Cordy reached the platform, but tons of guys had surrounded Fred. "Shit, we can't even see her!" Cordy called to Faith. She was on it. Using her slayer strength, Faith peeled a couple of guys away from the swarm and pulled herself and Cordelia on to the platform.
Faith pushed more horny clubbers out of the way and finally reached Fred. She was sandwiched between two hunky guys, but she didn't seem to mind. "Cordelia! Faith!" she called as she moved away from the guys and walked over to them. "Ya'll finally made it in! You can help me keep all these men entertained." It was weird, all the guys just...waited for her. Their eyes were only on Fred, and Fred couldn't stop moving and dancing.
"We think we should take you home," Cordy said in Fred's ear after getting closer. "This isn't you, Fred. Something's up." Fred stopped moving. Something changed in her eyes and Faith stepped in front of Cordelia. "Five years of my life, I woke up thinking that I wouldn't live to see another day. I was so lonely," she said to them. "Now, I'm back in the real world, having fun, getting on with my life and of course something has to be wrong with that, doesn't it?"
The men behind her stopped dancing and moving. Their eyes were narrowed at Cordelia and Faith. "What the hell is going on?" Cordy asked Faith through gritted teeth. Faith shook her head. Cordy could feel she was ready for a fight, but all the guys behind Fred looked like they were ready to. The pounding beat halted suddenly. Cordy and Faith looked around the club. All the men seemed to be staring up at them. The women were looking at their partners, trying to get them to look away, but every man's eyes were set on the platform. On them.
"Fred, we want you to have fun," Faith started gently. "But, me and C...it's just weird that so suddenly...you want to have fun." "Not to mention the creepy way you have all the guys staring at us like they want to kill us." Faith jabbed Cordy in the ribs for that remark. "I'm thinking it'd be a good idea if you too just left," Fred said calmly. "I don't think these boys wanna party with you." "Sounds good." Cordy said automatically. "Sorry Fred," Faith said quickly. "We're not leaving without you."
A smile played at Fred's lips. "Is that so?" she asked as the guys on the floor began to make their way to the platform. "What the hell are you doing?" Cordy asked as she clung to Faith, who remained set where she was. "Yeah," Faith answered Fred. "This isn't you." "You don't even know me," Fred shot back. "You join the group and help out a bit and suddenly we're the best of friends? I don't think so." The men behind her began to step forward as Fred smiled and said, "I think ya'll should leave. I don't want you to die, but if you try to keep me from livin, then I'm afraid these boys won't have it."
Faith pulled her fist back and punched the first guy she saw. He crumpled like a rag and Faith kept swinging punches. Cordy joined in, or had to join in. "Shouldn't we be heading towards an exit!" Cordy shouted. Faith pushed three guys off of the platform as she answered, "I said that I wasn't leaving without Fred, and I'm not."