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A/N: Ok same stuff as usual my comp is down so I stole my sisters mine should be back and when it is I will post the next chapter in Fortunate Accidents but not before so don't get your hopes up because we don't know what's wrong with my computer. I hope you like this next chapter though. Please read and review

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Chapter 3: Between Blue and Green

(Fred's POV)

"MR. GILES!" Shit, awake again. How many times am I going to wake up tonight? One hour, only one hour after I went to sleep. I have to work tomorrow just like everyone else. I love Wes, I really do, he's a great guy but if he wakes me up one more time I swear I'll strangle him.

WHAP BOOM

What was that? Wes isn't in his office anymore. I hope a vampire didn't throw him out the back door again. He always gets cranky after he's thrown out that door. Well, it's quiet now, so it should be safe to go to sleep if he's all right. I wish I didn't have to get up; my legs are so stiff. I don't have to check on Wes. No, I do, I know he can take care of himself, but I know I'd feel better if I saw him. That seems silly, he's fine. What if it was a vampire throwing him through that door?

I jumped up; I was suddenly terribly worried about Wes. He had seemed on edge lately. It may have interfered with his ability to defend himself. Oh, I hope he's okay. Why did I dilly-dally? I should know better after everything I've seen here. I ran around in circles. I finally realized I was still in the lobby and hadn't gone anywhere. I cursed myself for being so flustered, but it was Wesley, how could I have possibly stayed calm when Wes was in trouble? I don't even know how I expect to help him. OH, axe! I'm not exactly great with weapons, but it's better to have one. I grabbed the axe as I headed for the stairs.

It seemed like hours before I reached the back door. I know it couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, judging by the adrenaline in my blood calculated with the velocity it produced and the distance to the door. All right, what am I thinking? This is no time for physics! Wes is in trouble!

I heard a crinkling sound under my feet. There was paper on the floor. Come to think of it, there had been paper all over the lobby. More curious than scared for Wes' well being, I leaned my ear against the closed back door. He was talking calmly with someone. It was probably the man who was in the lobby earlier. I don't know why but I don't like that Mr. Giles. He seems to anger Wesley. It was odd. I couldn't make out what either of them were saying but just knowing Wes had speaking capability made my heart return to its normal pace. It finally stopped beating a hundred miles per hour.

I wish I could tell what they were saying. I know it's not dangerous because if it were I could pick up the urgency in their voices. Why am I so curious? It's probably just boring research stuff. I was still standing with my head pressed against the door trying to hear. I heard exasperation in one of the voices. I figured it must be Wes. I wish he would loosen up a little. I bet he would be really cute and fun if he would chill from time to time.

I bent down and picked up one of the pieces of paper. It looked like lyrics to a song or something. I didn't take a close look. I smoothed it out and folded it in quarters before placing it in my pocket. I hearted a sound from the other side of the door. I leaned with my ear against it, listening intently. Nothing? It was completely silent. I wonder… "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I fell backward. Someone had opened the door without any warning. I barely began to fall before strong arms encircled me and pulled me back up onto my feet. I looked up expecting to see Wes' smiling face but instill I was enveloped by two dark emerald orbs.

"Hey" I said. The country twang I had tried to breed out was back in full force. I always did and always will prefer blue eyes myself but something in those green eyes mad me reevaluate what I thought of this man who had enraged Wesley so.

"Well, hello. You must be the charming Miss Winifred Burkle." Wow he had a nice voice. He still had that light English accent that I liked in Wesley. It was deep and soothing though. Wes' voice wasn't like that. His voice was exciting, not soothing.

" Everyone calls me Fred." My voice was quiet and my head felt a little light. His green endless eyes held me steadfastly. I felt my knees getting weak and someone behind me caught me this time. I held the piercing gaze of the man in front of me. I whispered thank you as if he had been the one to catch me.

Wes stood behind me still holding me until he was sure I wouldn't fall again. Looking back, I'm sure he had an indignant look on his face. At the time though, I was hypnotized by those green eyes. A pressure applied to my shoulders reminded me of where I was. I turned around to look at the man who stood behind me. Now I was faced with blazing blue eyes.

"May I suggest we continue this inside?" Wesley opened the back door as he said this, ushering me in. The older man took my arm and led me through the door.

"Thank you again, both of you." I said turning a meaningful look on Wes.

"I have evaluated that your name is Mr. Giles. Is that right?" I turned my attention back to the other man.

"Yes, but please call me Rupert or if you can find anything shorter, be my guest." There was a momentary sparkle in those eyes with their gem like qualities. After a second I remembered what happened last time I looked at those eyes. I needed to look someplace else. Anyplace else. OH, Wesley. Perfect. Just my luck, I turn from one man with gorgeous eyes to another man with gorgeous eyes. Darn my brain, why am I so fickle? Wow, though! I heard a sigh escape my lips. Wes turned a bit to look at me. He is so cute when he's concerned! I gave him a reassuring smile. He seemed satisfied for now as he started to walk again but I could tell he wasn't going to let go of it that easily. He wouldn't bother me about it tonight, but I knew it was coming. I wish I could go back to sleep. At the least it would solve the problem of where to look, which was now a terribly perplexing question.

"Well, I'm sorry to have disturbed the two of you at this hour with my search but if I can just have that prophecy, I'll be on my way." The older man was being civil but his voice held an urgent note in it, as if he had something important he had to go do.

"Please stay." Was that me? Did I just say that? Why? "At least for tea. I'm awake now and so is Wes. It's not like I could go back to sleep now anyway. I would love to hear about Wes back in his watcher Sunnydale days." What am I saying? Why do I want him to stay so much? He has other things he needs to do. Buffy and the Scoobies need him. Besides, we're fine here at Angel investigations.

"Well, in that case I would like a cup of tea, that is if Wes can make one properly." Wes looked indignantly at Giles. There is some major tension between these two; that at least was clear. I hope I haven't made things worse by asking him to stay. More than that, I'm worried that I actually don't care if Wes doesn't want him to stay. I need to keep my mouth shut or next thing you know I'll be spouting love sonnets to total strangers. Does my mouth have an off button somewhere?