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"Hey baby, you tired?"

Gunn had wandered into the main cabin to find his girlfriend stretched out on a bench looking almost half asleep.

"What? No. Just a little sick."

"You never told me you got seasick."

Fred was confused.

"Seasick? No, not seasick. Hungry sick. I haven't eaten since we left and that was hours ago." Fred said, checking her watch. "I think that being awake all this time when I really should have been sleeping has worked up my appetite."

"That's true, he's been in the water a long time. You don't think he's drowned do you?"

"Erm... Charles?"

"Right, right. Vampire. Forgot about that."

Fred sat up as Gunn moved to sit with her. He placed his arm around her shoulder, ushering her to rest her head, as he did the same against the wooden panelling.

"You hungry baby?"

"Yeah."

"We could turn the boat around and go to one of those beach stores for a bite."

"And break our morning waffle tradition? No way!"

Gunn smiled at Fred with caring and affection. It had taken them a while to get as far in their relationship but now they were comfortable. Well, as comfortable as any sleep deprived couple could be in a boat off the coast of California.

"Besides, we can't go now anyway. Spike's off saving Angel and we've got to be here to bring them up."

"Fred, it's about an hour until sunrise. If they do make it back, they'll soon become first class residents of an urn. A good urn mind you, cause we're not cheap."

"You see, I've been thinking about that. I have a theory that they might not. Cause it works like this. The water may serve as like a filter for the sunlight."

"Go on..."

"The sunlight can't travel in its whole form through that much water. Basically, it all depends on what part of sunlight is harmful for vampires. And even if impure sunlight can make a vampire burn, this ocean is so deep that even light can't penetrate to the bottom. Angel's always led me to believe it's direct sunlight only, so I'll assume that as long as Spike and Angel stay under water, they'll be fine."

"In that case, why don't vampires have a society under the sea?"

"Maybe they do. You don't know that!"

They looked into each other's eyes, their faces emotionally dead, looking close to angry. That was before Fred erupted in laughter and Gunn had to follow. The notion of an under ocean vampire cult was too amusing to keep a straight face about.

"All right, maybe that was a silly idea. But you're basically saying that they'll be fine without us being here, cause if they do surface, they'll have to very quickly un-surface."

"Exactly. Well, that or go with my second theory, which is that they are actually burning down there, except being in water means that the two effects cancel each other out."

"So, you're saying that Spike and Angel don't need us here to wait for them..."

Gunn started gently pulling on his petite girlfriend's ear with his teeth causing her to giggle, the response he intended.

"They don't..."

"Which means we could take the boat back to harbour and get something to eat..."

"We could..."

"And I'll get your favourite..."

"Deep fried chicken parts?"

"I was thinking a pancake breakfast, but if that's what you want first thing in the morning then sure..."

Gunn moved his oral assault to his girlfriend's neck.

"Well then, let's get this boat back to shore and get some food!"

"Charles?"

"What?!"

"Angel and Spike..."

"Right. The vampires."

He sighed, annoyed that he was going to so much trouble for a pair of bloodsuckers. It was frustrating for him, since he preferred clear-cut rules and boundaries. Angel, and now Spike, just proved to blur the good and bad together even more, making decisions difficult. It could never be 'find demon, kill demon, celebrate' anymore. There were ethics involved too. Far too much hassle for hunting these days.

"Man, he's been down there since around 10 o'clock last night! It's less than an hour until sunrise now. What the hell is keeping him so long?"

"It's the Pacific Charles. Pretty big area to look through."

"Fine. We stick around for them, until sunrise. Then we turn back. We can come back at sundown. That's cool right?"

"Makes sense to me. Just have to tell Connor and Wesley."

"I'll go tell Wes. Connor's fast asleep. Little guy's worn out, consequence of being a teenager I suppose."

The male got up, leaving the female resting as he found her, and moved towards the door, not before taking a last look at his girlfriend.

I'm such a lucky guy.

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Author's Note: I'm not going to lie. Some chapters are hard to write. But I told myself that I was going to write a full cast fic, and goddammit! That means every last character has a plot and will develop. So... don't be assuming that life's going to be all blood and peaches for our Fred & Gunn here, oh no. I have plans. Big scary uber-plans! Haha! Yeah! I know you're shaking in your stylish yet affordable boots...

Heehee! I love nuns. And I'm not drunk, I'm just a tad tipsy. There is a lot to be said for drinking whiskey. And so I take this opportunity to let everyone know that the sun shines out my arse. That's right! One of these days I will bend over, bare my buttocks and allow you all to be blinded!

Oooooh! I can officially say that as of the chapter I just wrote (but has not yet been beta'ed hence why I'm not uploading it) this fic will be rated R. Or at least I think so. I start inferring a bit more.

Beta'ed. That's a good question. What is the past tense of beta?

Tracey! Little Miss Booboo Alert! I figured it out. My booboo wasn't a booboo. Moonlight! Mwahahahaha!

You know what I find bizarre? No one's asked me about the pairing of this fic. That is, if it has a pairing. What is the pairing? God knows. Oh wait, I don't!

Yeah, I've had a lot to drink. Clearly not too much, cause I can still type. But enough that I'll do something I'll regret. Like having an author's note that's longer than the chapter.

..............I'm going to shut up now.