Beyond All Things Ch. 4

By: Lily DeSilva

Disclaimer: I don't own, I just write. Don't sue!

Timeline: Not Fade Away

Spoilers: A Hole in the World to Not Fade Away

Summery: After Wesley's death, a girl shows up in LA, helps the fang gang beat the Senior Partners, and runs off. The thing is…she looks just like Wesley.

A/N: Sorry about the long wait…I've had a lot of things on my mind…

Wesley sighed. With his head in his hands, he flipped a page in the old volume he was poring over. His brown hair fell into his eyes as he began translating the Latin text onto a piece of paper. He brushed it away with his strong hand. He hadn't bothered to get a haircut in ages. Not since Fred had died. He found no reason to. He didn't care anymore. As Gunn had said in the hospital (he was listening through the door), his life was tough. His father, brother, sister, Fred and being a watcher who was kicked off the council had all been major players in the screwed up story that was his life.

He sighed again as Illyria, strolled into the office at the Hyperion Hotel. After Gunn was released from the hospital, they decided to continue Angel Investigations. Pick up where they left off. Gunn was back to being the street-fighter of the group. Presently, he was polishing his favorite ax, his dark hands gleaming. Angel and Spike were drinking pig's blood in the lobby, and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was depressed.

"Why do your eyes emit water?" the old one asked.

Wesley took a deep breath. He never used to have problems talking to Illyria, but now every time he looked at her he saw Fred. More so than before.

"I was remembering," Wes said, looking back down at the Source book that they had stolen from Wolfram and Hart. It was the very same book that had, at Wesley's whisper, turned into A Little Princess the day Fred had died.

"Remembering what? Why remember if it causes one's eyes to water?" Illyria crossed her arms and glared at him.

"I was remembering many things. Winifred, my childhood, and my sister." He removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes slowly.

Illyria sighed. Humans were just too complicated. She stood up and walked out the door with not so much as a good bye.

Wesley slumped down in his chair. Slowly, he let his mink drift back to the biggest thing on his mind; his time with Fred.

A field. A single tree. 'Oak,' he thought as he walked, hand in hand with her. Fred. The name itself brought joy to his heart. He pulled her into a close embrace, kissing the top of her head softly.

"You do know I love you, right?" he asked her softly.

She kissed him back. "Of course I do, Wesley! I love you too. I love you more than anything. I love you more than life itlesf."

"Now, you can't be serious." He sat down on the ground, leaning on the oak tree.

Fred flopped into his lap, leaning into Wes's chest. She loved being with him, even tough they had only been together for a few days.

Wesley reached out to play with her hair, speaking softly into her ear. "So, what is better about me than life?"

Fred shrugged. "I dunno. You're just so sweet and nice, and you always know the right thing to say, and…well…I think that the most important thing about life is having great people like you in it."

Wes stopped stroking her hair. "Great people like me?" he asked. " You think I'm great?"

Fred smiled and leaned in for another kiss. "Always," she whispered.

As the memory ended, Wesley crash landed back into the reality that was life. Fred was dead. There was nothing he could do about that. He sighed, and returned to his reading.

Oblivious to him, Illyria stood outside the office. She saw him cry more as he remembered his time with the shell she now inhabited. She shook her head slightly to herself.

"One must find a way to get Winifred back."

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The girl known as Laura Pryce sat in a chair, sipping a milkshake, a small, pointy object in her hands. She sighed, and let the dart go flying from her hand to the board on the wall. She smiled as the dart hit the center. "One hundred and eighty," she whispered.

Having thrown her last dart, she turned away from the wall, back to the table where she was sitting alone. She pulled two necklaces away from her shirt. One had a tiny ladybug on it. She smiled, and let it drop to her chest. Carefully, she studied the second chain.

The dog tags had her real name, and two pictures on them. She read the name, reminding herself who she really was.

"Lara 'Charley' Elisabeth Wyndam-Pryce." she read

Tears in her eyes, she carefully looked at the photographs. One of a man smiling up at her, and the other of the same man, but he was standing with another girl.

She traced the picture of the man with her little finger. "Wesley."

The waiter brought her another chocolate milkshake. "Here, Kid"

Lara looked up. "Thanks, Jesse." She said, as her makeshift watcher slid into the booth. She tucked the necklaces back under her shirt.

"Good night last night?" Jess asked.

"What do you think?"

"I just thought I'd ask. Y'know…make with the normal-image type thing."

Lara smiled. "I'm anything but normal."

Miles and miles away, on the other side of the Canada-US boarder, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was showing his passport to a security guard. After being approved, he drove across the boarder into Canada, and began the journey to the city of Montréal to find, possibly, the only sane family he had left.

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A/N: Sorry about the shortness….Next chapter is a lot of history about the families, and will come quicker, I promise!