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Who says you can't go home? ATTN: Winter

Who: Fred, Winter
Where: Fred's apartment, the streets of LA
Rating: G, for now. Unless Winter decides to stir up some trouble...:P
What: Fred unexpectedly finds herself in a familiar place... 

(Note to Kaitlin: Wow, this is a LOT longer than I expected it to be. Once I started writing, I just kept writing and writing...kind of like the Energizer Bunny. :P I had a point to this note, I swear...oh yeah, even though my post is quite long, two or three paragraphs is perfectly fine. :D)

"I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. Please, Wesley, why can't I stay?"

Fred could feel her soul being destroyed, unable to move, to struggle against the force invading her body, the pain as her organs liquefied excruciatingly slowly.

"Wesley..." she tried to say, but was unable to even whisper his name. Fred could still feel his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.

Suddenly, her soul was ripped out of her body, then she was surrounded by darkness. Fred opened her mouth and found that she was able to use her voice.

"WESLEY!" 

Fred shot up in bed in a cold sweat. She tried to catch her breath, still shaking from the nightmare. Midway through raising her hands to run them through her long, tangled brown hair, Fred stopped, realizing that she was back in her room, in her apartment in Los Angeles

"This isn't right..." she muttered to herself. Glancing around the room, she breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing had changed or been moved around. Fred slid out of bed, padding over to her desk to pick up the stuffed rabbit leaning against the wall.

"I missed you, Feigenbaum." Fred murmured. "But I shouldn't even be here. My soul...my body. The Old One...Illyria...took over my body." She ran into the bathroom, peering into the mirror for any signs of blue on her face or body, but there was nothing there. She looked completely normal. Fred quickly got dressed in one of her favorite white dresses after sneaking a look out the window. The sky was perfectly clear, and the sun was shining brightly, which relieved Fred a lot more than she realized. She still hadn't forgotten when the Beast blotted out the sun over LA, and the town was overrun with vampires for a time. The worst part was, Angel hadn't even been there to help Connor patrol, since they'd released Angelus in the hopes of learning a way to kill the Beast.

Fred hurried out of her apartment, locking the door behind her. She slung her purse over her shoulder, and hesitantly ventured outside. Walking down the streets, everything looked fine. Occasionally a person or two passed by, but otherwise she was solitary, warily keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Fred unconsciously started to make her way towards the Wolfram & Hart offices.

As she wandered down the street, trying to pay attention to her surroundings, Fred accidentally bumped into a young woman, scattering the contents of her purse over the sidewalk.

"Oh! I'm sorry." Fred said, blushing as she bent down to pick up her glasses case and the makeup Cordy had bought for her, but she rarely used. She glanced over, frowning as she tried to recall where she had seen the blonde woman before. Her eyes widened as memories of Angel, Cordelia, and Wes talking about the Slayer, Buffy, came back to her. Fred decided to take a chance and speak up, asking a very vague question.

"You look really familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before?"
Tags: fred burkle, winter johnson
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