Here, There and Everywhere
By: Lily DeSilva
Disclaimer: I don't own, I just write
Lyrics: Here, There and Everywhere by the Beatles, which I also do not own…
Timeline: Season five, before 'Smile Time'.
Author's Note: One of the last lines in the story doesn't belong to me, either. It's from a book called 'My Canary Yellow Star' by Eva Wiseman. It just seemed so appropriate for this story…Hope you enjoy
"Come on, Guys! We need to get this done! Fred will be here any minute!" Wesley Whyndam-Pryce was standing at one end of Winifred Burkle's office at Wolfram and Hart. With him in the office were Charles Gunn, Angel, Spike and Lorne.
It was past nine o'clock at night, but they had called Fred into work on an 'emergency'. Wesley had really planned a surprise birthday party for the young scientist. He now held one end of a twisted streamer. Angel held the other end.
"Calm down, Wes! It's only…" Angel trailed off as he checked his watch. "Oh, CRAP! He's right! It's nine-fifteen!"
Gunn shut off the lights and everyone hid. Wesley could hear Fred walk into the office, throw her keys on the desk and walk into the middle of the pitch-black room.
"Hey, Guys! Where is everyone?" She yelled.
"SURPRISE!" Everyone popped out of his or her various hiding places. "Happy Birthday!"
"Oh, my gosh!" Fred cried, hugging Spike. "Thanks, Guys!"
"Aw, we love you, Pet!" Spike said as the rest of the people in her office ushered her into the lobby. The rest of the company was waiting there. A pile of gifts sat in the corner.
The rest of the night flew by. Music, food, everything was perfect. Wesley watched as Fred danced with Angel, Spike, Gunn even Lorne. By that time it was midnight, and Angel dismissed everyone, insisting that work would start at the normal time.
Everyone started towards the door, still chatting about the party. Angel retreated upstairs and, eventually, only Fred and Wesley were left.
Thanks so much, Wes. Spike told me that this was all your idea."
"Oh, it was nothing," Wes said, blushing. "What are you doing?"
Fred was rummaging through her purse. "I'm looking for my cell. I need to call a cab. I took the bus here, but I don't like to take it in the dark."
"Oh, I can take you home, Fred!"
"Wesley! Your place is in the opposite direction of mine!" Fred exclaimed.
"I don't mind giving the birthday girl a ride!" Wesley said, offering his hand to her.
Fred smiled. "Why, thank-you, Wes!" she said, her Texan accent showing through. Wesley smiled.
Wesley's white Jeep pulled up beside Fred's apartment building.
"Thanks for the ride," Fred smiled.
"No problem!" Wes returned the grin.
"Are you tired?" She asked. Wes shook his head. "Do you…uh…want to come in? We could…y'know…have a cup of tea or something. Sort of as a thank you or…"
"I'd love to!" Wes said, and they went upstairs.
When they reached Fred's place, she unlocked the door, and turned on the lights. "It isn't much," she said. The room was small, with just a couch, a small T.V., a little table and a stereo. Fred's collection of CD's sat beside that.
"I love it." Wes said. 'I love you.' he thought.
Fred instructed him to sit on the couch as she made the tea. He flipped through her collection of discs and came upon one he liked.
"Fred, do you mind if I put on some music?" Wesley called.
"Not at all, Wes." She replied, bringing in the tea.
The first song, Taxman by The Beatles, came on as they started to drink their tea. They talked and laughed through the songs, sharing good memories.
"I'm sorry I didn't dance with you today, Wes. I wanted to, but Angel said go." Fred put down her tea.
Just then, Wesley's favorite song came on, and he had a sudden idea. He stood, offering Fred his hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked formally. Fred giggled and accepted just as the song started.
To lead a better life
I need my love to be here
Wesley took Fred in his arms and they started swaying to the soft, romantic melody.
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
Wes stroked her hair softly as she rested he head on his shoulder.
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there
I want her everywhere
And if she's beside me I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her
Everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
Fred closed her eyes, enjoying Wesley's soft, warm touch. She had wanted this for so long. Ever since that kiss. Now, she couldn't tell if it was real.
I want her everywhere
And if she's beside me I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her
Everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
Wesley knew it was now or never. The song was almost over. His chance to express his feelings was now.
I will be there, and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere
As the song ended, Wesley leaned down and kissed Fred softly. When he pulled away, she looked shocked.
"Fred, I…" Wes started.
"Shh." She then captured his mouth with her own.
They continued to kiss for quite some time. A minute, an hour, it didn't make a difference to them. They were together at last.