Whatever Happens Chapter 2
Fred sees nothing but blackness and it awakened by her alarm clock buzzing at her. She knew the sun would not be up but she was hoping it would be. As she gathered herself, she realized everything was a dream. There was no Charles next to her; she did send him away that night, but no Wesley either. She knew it was a dream but began to realize it felt like a vision, like it would happen sometime in the near future. As she rolled out of bed, she did feel a little dizzy, like she had passed out the night before, hoping she did and that her dream was real. But she knew it couldn't have been. Wesley or Charles would have been by her side when she woke. She slowly walked to her bathroom stumbling a bit as she reached the doorway. Flicking on the light, she squinted at the sudden brightness. She immediately shut off the light and walked back into her dark room. She grabbed a sweatshirt that as on the ground and headed down to the lobby. To her surprise Wesley was there. She imagined he had been all night. He used to stay over at night before. She proceeded to the office. As she took a closer look, she noticed he had a change of clothes. She realized he just came in early, which was not unusual for him either. She lightly knocked at the door. He looked up, a little startled and waved for her to come in. She was silent. She tired to speak but no words were coming out. She wanted to tell him about her dream but was afraid. He looked at her as if waiting for her to say something. She walked to a chair and as she was about to say something, she just sat down. She didn't know if it was because she was tired or if she just needed to sit down.
"I wanted to talk to you," she said. She didn't know how to start and realized what she said was obvious because she was in his office. "I had a dram last night" she said as she looked up at him. He tilted his head as he sat in the chair behind the desk. "I think it way have been more than just a dream" she said.
"How so?" he asked, suddenly interested.
"Well, it felt so real. I thought I was actually there, saying the things I said and doing the things I did," she said.
"Well, we all have dreams like that once in a while" Wesley replied sitting back in his chair.
"Yes, but it felt different. Different than a dream that could feel real. It felt too real. Like it already happened, or that it would happen" she explained. "I don't know, maybe I'm just crazy," she said.
"No, you may have a point. Maybe it was like a vision," he said.
"I was thinking about that but, I have no connection to the Powers that be," she said.
"Well technically, everyone has a connection to the powers, but I know what you mean. If you were intended to have a vision, you would know" he said. "And besides, it would probably hurt a little" he said.
"Yeah, well this didn't hurt. But I am disturbed at how real it felt" she said, looking a little scared.
"Well what happened in your dream?" Wesley asked.
"Oh, umm, I don't want to give details" she said a little embarrassed.
"Well how did it end then?" he asked.
"I ending up passing out" she said. "In my dream, I mean" she explained.
"Oh, that's a little odd, but I guess it can happen" he said, puzzled.
"Yeah and I woke up a few minutes ago. I felt a little dizzy, like I had passed out," she said.
"Maybe you did before you went to sleep last night," Wesley guessed.
"I don't know. Well, I just didn't know if you could tell me anything" she said standing. "Thanks though. I'm going to go wash up. I'll be down in a few," she said turning to leave.
"Alright" Wesley said. "And Fred" he called causing her to turn to him. "I will look into this," he said smiling as she exited.
Fred went to her room to wash up for the day. She didn't notice and either did Wesley, as someone stepped out of the shadows and into the lobby.
"He'll look into it?" they questioned. "Running off to him again, this has to stop" Charles said as he exited the hotel.
About an hour later, Fred came back down. She noticed Charles jacket on the couch, but no Charles. She looked around the lobby, trying to see where he was. She figured he was out. She walked to the office and knocked soflty again. Wesley nodded for her to come in. he was on the phone.
"Yes, I know but . . . I understand but can't you do . . . no . . alright, call me back" he said as he finished his call. "hi" he said looking a little agitated.
"HI, is everything alright?" she asked walking to a chair.
"yes, I was trying to get a lead about your dream, but I didn't" he said.
"Oh, Wesley, you don't have to look into it. You have enough on your hands already" she said.
"Well, I just wanted to help" he explained. "But I have been looking into the fantasy Angel had. I thought I was onto something, but I need a second persons opinion" he said.
"Oh, I'll help if I can" she volunteered.
"That'd be great" he said. He opened up a book and showed her a passage. "what do you think?" he asked.
"Well, I'm not sure but I think that's similar to his dream" she said as she trailed off. Wesley wasn't really listening to her, he staring at her. He noticed Gunn wasn't around today. When she was finished she looked up at him. He was still fixated on her. She smiled shyly.
"Wesley" she called. Then out of no where he kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist as her hands found their way to his shoulders. Suddenly she realized what was happening and pulled away.
"We, we can't" she said.
"Yes, we can" he said. "You know you want to" he said.
"But it's not right" she said.
"But being with a man you don't love is?" Wesley questioned.
"it's not . . . you don't understand" she said.
"yes, I do, more than you know" he replied. "I can tell you're not happy. If you didn't want this as much as I do, why would you come into the office?" he asked.
"I . . I don't know if I . . " she began. Wesley walked to her.
"Don't worry, everything will be alright" he said kissing her again. She returned the kiss as she clutched to him.
Form outside in the lobby, Lorne watched. "Oh, no" he said. He knew Gunn would find out some how and he had to tell Wesley before Gunn did anything to hurt Wesley, or worse, kill him.
To Be Continued . . .
Fred sees nothing but blackness and it awakened by her alarm clock buzzing at her. She knew the sun would not be up but she was hoping it would be. As she gathered herself, she realized everything was a dream. There was no Charles next to her; she did send him away that night, but no Wesley either. She knew it was a dream but began to realize it felt like a vision, like it would happen sometime in the near future. As she rolled out of bed, she did feel a little dizzy, like she had passed out the night before, hoping she did and that her dream was real. But she knew it couldn't have been. Wesley or Charles would have been by her side when she woke. She slowly walked to her bathroom stumbling a bit as she reached the doorway. Flicking on the light, she squinted at the sudden brightness. She immediately shut off the light and walked back into her dark room. She grabbed a sweatshirt that as on the ground and headed down to the lobby. To her surprise Wesley was there. She imagined he had been all night. He used to stay over at night before. She proceeded to the office. As she took a closer look, she noticed he had a change of clothes. She realized he just came in early, which was not unusual for him either. She lightly knocked at the door. He looked up, a little startled and waved for her to come in. She was silent. She tired to speak but no words were coming out. She wanted to tell him about her dream but was afraid. He looked at her as if waiting for her to say something. She walked to a chair and as she was about to say something, she just sat down. She didn't know if it was because she was tired or if she just needed to sit down.
"I wanted to talk to you," she said. She didn't know how to start and realized what she said was obvious because she was in his office. "I had a dram last night" she said as she looked up at him. He tilted his head as he sat in the chair behind the desk. "I think it way have been more than just a dream" she said.
"How so?" he asked, suddenly interested.
"Well, it felt so real. I thought I was actually there, saying the things I said and doing the things I did," she said.
"Well, we all have dreams like that once in a while" Wesley replied sitting back in his chair.
"Yes, but it felt different. Different than a dream that could feel real. It felt too real. Like it already happened, or that it would happen" she explained. "I don't know, maybe I'm just crazy," she said.
"No, you may have a point. Maybe it was like a vision," he said.
"I was thinking about that but, I have no connection to the Powers that be," she said.
"Well technically, everyone has a connection to the powers, but I know what you mean. If you were intended to have a vision, you would know" he said. "And besides, it would probably hurt a little" he said.
"Yeah, well this didn't hurt. But I am disturbed at how real it felt" she said, looking a little scared.
"Well what happened in your dream?" Wesley asked.
"Oh, umm, I don't want to give details" she said a little embarrassed.
"Well how did it end then?" he asked.
"I ending up passing out" she said. "In my dream, I mean" she explained.
"Oh, that's a little odd, but I guess it can happen" he said, puzzled.
"Yeah and I woke up a few minutes ago. I felt a little dizzy, like I had passed out," she said.
"Maybe you did before you went to sleep last night," Wesley guessed.
"I don't know. Well, I just didn't know if you could tell me anything" she said standing. "Thanks though. I'm going to go wash up. I'll be down in a few," she said turning to leave.
"Alright" Wesley said. "And Fred" he called causing her to turn to him. "I will look into this," he said smiling as she exited.
Fred went to her room to wash up for the day. She didn't notice and either did Wesley, as someone stepped out of the shadows and into the lobby.
"He'll look into it?" they questioned. "Running off to him again, this has to stop" Charles said as he exited the hotel.
About an hour later, Fred came back down. She noticed Charles jacket on the couch, but no Charles. She looked around the lobby, trying to see where he was. She figured he was out. She walked to the office and knocked soflty again. Wesley nodded for her to come in. he was on the phone.
"Yes, I know but . . . I understand but can't you do . . . no . . alright, call me back" he said as he finished his call. "hi" he said looking a little agitated.
"HI, is everything alright?" she asked walking to a chair.
"yes, I was trying to get a lead about your dream, but I didn't" he said.
"Oh, Wesley, you don't have to look into it. You have enough on your hands already" she said.
"Well, I just wanted to help" he explained. "But I have been looking into the fantasy Angel had. I thought I was onto something, but I need a second persons opinion" he said.
"Oh, I'll help if I can" she volunteered.
"That'd be great" he said. He opened up a book and showed her a passage. "what do you think?" he asked.
"Well, I'm not sure but I think that's similar to his dream" she said as she trailed off. Wesley wasn't really listening to her, he staring at her. He noticed Gunn wasn't around today. When she was finished she looked up at him. He was still fixated on her. She smiled shyly.
"Wesley" she called. Then out of no where he kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist as her hands found their way to his shoulders. Suddenly she realized what was happening and pulled away.
"We, we can't" she said.
"Yes, we can" he said. "You know you want to" he said.
"But it's not right" she said.
"But being with a man you don't love is?" Wesley questioned.
"it's not . . . you don't understand" she said.
"yes, I do, more than you know" he replied. "I can tell you're not happy. If you didn't want this as much as I do, why would you come into the office?" he asked.
"I . . I don't know if I . . " she began. Wesley walked to her.
"Don't worry, everything will be alright" he said kissing her again. She returned the kiss as she clutched to him.
Form outside in the lobby, Lorne watched. "Oh, no" he said. He knew Gunn would find out some how and he had to tell Wesley before Gunn did anything to hurt Wesley, or worse, kill him.
To Be Continued . . .