Well, here it is. Part two, of two. It's sad, so have the tissues ready! Hope you enjoy, and please, please review.

Fred POV

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Oh, God

That's all I can say.

I'm lying in bed, helpless and annoyed, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Oh, God, it hurts.

Spike and Angel were fighting today. About cavemen and astronauts, and which was better. At first I thought astronauts, they must have some type of weapon, but Lorne says they don't.

So it must be the cavemen.

I'm dying. I'm dying and I know it. Wes can try, he can try all he wants, and God, I hope he does, but he won't stop it. He can't. No one can.

This thing's big. It's bigger than all of us. I don't know exactly what it is, and that's killing me. All I want to know is why. The dying, that doesn't bother me anymore. What does is that I have no idea why. Why do I have to go now, now that I finally have my Wesley?

Oh, God. Wesley. What am I gonna do about Wesley? It's only been a week, not enough time! I'm dying, and Wesley's gonna die a little bit, too. I just know it. He's never gonna forgive himself for this. But it isn't his fault. It's mine. If only I hadn't been so damn curious.

I hate myself for this. It's all my fault. There's nothing I can do now.

The cavemen will always win. There's nothing that can stop them. They have fire, and fire destroys all. I know this. My body's on fire, and I feel like I'm in hell. This must be what it's like for a vampire to be burned in the sunlight. This must be what it's like to have your skin and bones ripped off of you bit by bit. And, let me tell you, it's hell. It really is.

The cavemen win. They win, and they take all the marbles. Life, love, hate, the world, eternity, and me. They take it all.

I guess all I can do is sit here and wait. I can fight, that's all I can really do. I can't help with research, cuz Wes will probably be mad. At first I thought that he thought that I'm some sort of damsel in distress, but now I know that he just wants to keep me safe.

And I've failed him miserably.

I couldn't even keep myself safe, and now I'm dying.

They can't take me. They just can't. The heroes won't let them. Wesley, and Gunn, and Angel, and Spike, and Lorne. They won't let it happen.

I'm so scared of them, and I don't even know who they are. Are they some sort of higher power, like the Powers That Be, or the Senior Partners? Or are they just something that we've all cooked up in our imaginations, and there's nothing on the other side waiting for us, and there's nothing that commands this, and it just happens. God, I hope not. If I have to die, I want there to be a greater purpose. I don't even want to die. I want my Wesley.

But there's nothing I can do to stop it. I'm dying, and I walk with heroes. My hero. My Wesley.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

So please don't take my sunshine away.

So please don't take my Wesley away.