Chapter 6 - Seize the Day
Wesley approached quietly. "Fred...are you alright?" He knelt to her level.
Fred stood up fast, knocking Wesley onto his backside. He held his nose in pain. "Ow." He whispered.
Fred stopped and looked down. She stared at him for a moment as he tried to get up.
"Oh...sorry...just weird Déja Vu." She stooped down to help him up.
He looked up at her, as if remembering something. "Yes...I do believe I'm feeling that too."
They stared once they were both on their feet again.
"Can I walk you to your room?" He wiped away a tear from her eye.
She nodded, not wanting to leave the comfort zone of his calm, blue eyes.
They took the few steps to Fred's door, stopping just outside. She turned and looked at him once again, making a memory of this very moment.
"Fred...I don't know why, but..."
"...this is all so familiar." She smiled as he laughed, pulling off his glasses to clean them.
"Well...goodnight." He turned.
She turned, opening the door to her room. She felt as if someone was sitting on her chest.
"Wesley, wait." She turned, facing him. He hadn't even left.
"I am." He whispered.
Fred touched his cheek, caressing it with her fingertips. He closed his eyes and leaned into her palm.
"This is so right, Wes."
He nodded and opened his eyes as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Yes, it is." He leaned in and let his lips meet hers in a passionate liaison.
* * *
The demon known as The Host smiled from the end of the hallway. "Sometimes...destiny needs a little help." He turned and sauntered down the steps, not even watching as the Watcher and the little girl from Texas entered her room and locked the door.
Wesley approached quietly. "Fred...are you alright?" He knelt to her level.
Fred stood up fast, knocking Wesley onto his backside. He held his nose in pain. "Ow." He whispered.
Fred stopped and looked down. She stared at him for a moment as he tried to get up.
"Oh...sorry...just weird Déja Vu." She stooped down to help him up.
He looked up at her, as if remembering something. "Yes...I do believe I'm feeling that too."
They stared once they were both on their feet again.
"Can I walk you to your room?" He wiped away a tear from her eye.
She nodded, not wanting to leave the comfort zone of his calm, blue eyes.
They took the few steps to Fred's door, stopping just outside. She turned and looked at him once again, making a memory of this very moment.
"Fred...I don't know why, but..."
"...this is all so familiar." She smiled as he laughed, pulling off his glasses to clean them.
"Well...goodnight." He turned.
She turned, opening the door to her room. She felt as if someone was sitting on her chest.
"Wesley, wait." She turned, facing him. He hadn't even left.
"I am." He whispered.
Fred touched his cheek, caressing it with her fingertips. He closed his eyes and leaned into her palm.
"This is so right, Wes."
He nodded and opened his eyes as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Yes, it is." He leaned in and let his lips meet hers in a passionate liaison.
* * *
The demon known as The Host smiled from the end of the hallway. "Sometimes...destiny needs a little help." He turned and sauntered down the steps, not even watching as the Watcher and the little girl from Texas entered her room and locked the door.