Fred stared at the blurred visions of LA that whirled past her eyes. There was nothing else she could do. //What should I say? What should I leave unspoken? Wesley feels guilty, but should he? Was it my fault? What if it was his fault? What if something like Billy had come back?// She licked her upper lip, tasting a bit of her own dried blood. //How did I get this?// She stared out the window some more, trying to clear her confused head.
Wesley tried to concentrate on the road, but his thoughts kept wandering astray. //I can't believe I took advantage of her like that. But...at the same time...I wish I remembered it. I've wanted her for so long...ever since I met her! But did something happen? Did she provoke it? Or did I? Why can't I remember anything?// He ran a hand through his hair as he stopped at a stoplight. He turned and pulled up to the Hyperion, putting the car in park. He sat for only a moment to look at Fred.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am, Fred." He looked down.
"Wes...it's not your fault. It takes two to make a decision like we did. Don't worry about it." She reached over and touched his face with a smile.
Her hands were cold, but he didn't care. He returned the smile and got out of the car, shoving his keys in his pocket. Slowly, he took Fred's hand and made his approach towards the hotel.
Inside, Cordelia was directing Angel on how to hang a sign. "No...hon right...there...yeah." She laughed as Angel almost fell off the ladder and dropped the sign, covering the words.
Wesley cleared his throat, startling both of them. Cordelia turned sharply, dropping her clipboard. Her eyes were wide. "Fred! Wesley! Hi!" She looked at Angel, who was already down the ladder and ripping the sign from the ceiling. "You know, you didn't have to show up until like sevenish..."
Neither of them spoke. They simply stared at Cordelia with open mouths.
"You saw it didn't you?" She pouted, "It was supposed to be a surprise...you ruined it!" She stomped her foot and began to whimper. Angel quickly hugged her.
"It's okay, Cordy. It'll just have to be a less-surprising party." He smiled, holding her close.
"Cordelia..." Wesley took off his glasses and began to clean them. He put them back on and blinked. "Is there...something you...want to tell us?"
Cordy peeked over Angel's shoulder. "Tell you?" Angel stepped back and Cordy walked...rather waddled towards them. She placed one hand on her enlarged stomach and one on her hip.
Fred piped up. "You're pregnant..."
Cordy raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Yeah, thanks for reminding me that I look like a fat cow."
"How many times do I have to tell you, Cordy?" Angel called from another room, "You're glowing!"
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Sure. So was Darla..." She said under her breath.
Fred looked at the floor, unsure of what Angel's response to that would be.
"Y'know...sometimes I wish I still had that damn vampire sense of hearing. What did she say?" He asked, coming out with two cups of coffee. He handed one to Wesley, one to Fred.
"Nothing." Wesley blinked again in confusion. He turned to Fred, who was curiously sniffing her coffee. "Can I speak to you for a moment, Fred?"
She nodded, following him to his office. She sipped her coffee on the way. "Good coffee, Angel!" She grinned before being pulled into the office.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. Angel wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. "Those two...they've been so weird lately."
Inside the office, Wesley put his coffee down on the desk and sat behind it, rubbing his eyes.
"What's going on?" Fred asked.
Wesley put his glasses back on and raised an eyebrow. "What an excellent question, Fred!" He shook his head and sipped the coffee.
"I'm sorry." She looked down into the caramel colored liquid and sipped it again. "I just thought maybe you knew. I mean, I had seen all along that Angel and Cordelia were very attracted to each other. But what do you suppose is going on?"
"It could be some sort of spell...or maybe a simple misunderstanding!" Wesley laughed.
"It could be an alternate dimension..."Fred stood and began walking around the office. "But it doesn't really feel like one. Maybe we've got amnesia. Or we were really, really drunk and slept for a year."
"Or maybe we're married." Wesley said quietly.
"Maybe it's...what?" Fred walked over to Wesley, who was holding a photograph in his hand of two people smiling on their wedding day.
"We're married, Fred." He looked up at her with his glittering blue eyes. Fred's heart almost melted. She began to wring her hands, then stopped when she realized she was wearing a diamond ring on the fourth finger of her left hand.
"How did I miss this?" She pulled it off and examined it. Inside, it read, "Wesley & Winifred Forever". She sniffled and put it back on, lifting Wesley's hand from the photo. He wore a similar band.
"We're married."
Wesley tried to concentrate on the road, but his thoughts kept wandering astray. //I can't believe I took advantage of her like that. But...at the same time...I wish I remembered it. I've wanted her for so long...ever since I met her! But did something happen? Did she provoke it? Or did I? Why can't I remember anything?// He ran a hand through his hair as he stopped at a stoplight. He turned and pulled up to the Hyperion, putting the car in park. He sat for only a moment to look at Fred.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am, Fred." He looked down.
"Wes...it's not your fault. It takes two to make a decision like we did. Don't worry about it." She reached over and touched his face with a smile.
Her hands were cold, but he didn't care. He returned the smile and got out of the car, shoving his keys in his pocket. Slowly, he took Fred's hand and made his approach towards the hotel.
Inside, Cordelia was directing Angel on how to hang a sign. "No...hon right...there...yeah." She laughed as Angel almost fell off the ladder and dropped the sign, covering the words.
Wesley cleared his throat, startling both of them. Cordelia turned sharply, dropping her clipboard. Her eyes were wide. "Fred! Wesley! Hi!" She looked at Angel, who was already down the ladder and ripping the sign from the ceiling. "You know, you didn't have to show up until like sevenish..."
Neither of them spoke. They simply stared at Cordelia with open mouths.
"You saw it didn't you?" She pouted, "It was supposed to be a surprise...you ruined it!" She stomped her foot and began to whimper. Angel quickly hugged her.
"It's okay, Cordy. It'll just have to be a less-surprising party." He smiled, holding her close.
"Cordelia..." Wesley took off his glasses and began to clean them. He put them back on and blinked. "Is there...something you...want to tell us?"
Cordy peeked over Angel's shoulder. "Tell you?" Angel stepped back and Cordy walked...rather waddled towards them. She placed one hand on her enlarged stomach and one on her hip.
Fred piped up. "You're pregnant..."
Cordy raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Yeah, thanks for reminding me that I look like a fat cow."
"How many times do I have to tell you, Cordy?" Angel called from another room, "You're glowing!"
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Sure. So was Darla..." She said under her breath.
Fred looked at the floor, unsure of what Angel's response to that would be.
"Y'know...sometimes I wish I still had that damn vampire sense of hearing. What did she say?" He asked, coming out with two cups of coffee. He handed one to Wesley, one to Fred.
"Nothing." Wesley blinked again in confusion. He turned to Fred, who was curiously sniffing her coffee. "Can I speak to you for a moment, Fred?"
She nodded, following him to his office. She sipped her coffee on the way. "Good coffee, Angel!" She grinned before being pulled into the office.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. Angel wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. "Those two...they've been so weird lately."
Inside the office, Wesley put his coffee down on the desk and sat behind it, rubbing his eyes.
"What's going on?" Fred asked.
Wesley put his glasses back on and raised an eyebrow. "What an excellent question, Fred!" He shook his head and sipped the coffee.
"I'm sorry." She looked down into the caramel colored liquid and sipped it again. "I just thought maybe you knew. I mean, I had seen all along that Angel and Cordelia were very attracted to each other. But what do you suppose is going on?"
"It could be some sort of spell...or maybe a simple misunderstanding!" Wesley laughed.
"It could be an alternate dimension..."Fred stood and began walking around the office. "But it doesn't really feel like one. Maybe we've got amnesia. Or we were really, really drunk and slept for a year."
"Or maybe we're married." Wesley said quietly.
"Maybe it's...what?" Fred walked over to Wesley, who was holding a photograph in his hand of two people smiling on their wedding day.
"We're married, Fred." He looked up at her with his glittering blue eyes. Fred's heart almost melted. She began to wring her hands, then stopped when she realized she was wearing a diamond ring on the fourth finger of her left hand.
"How did I miss this?" She pulled it off and examined it. Inside, it read, "Wesley & Winifred Forever". She sniffled and put it back on, lifting Wesley's hand from the photo. He wore a similar band.
"We're married."