Why We're Here - For Fortune Cookie Verse

[demonologist]

It was beyond midnight now. The majority of the firm's workers had gone home and the offices were dark and emptied out for the most part. A quietness had settled upon the place which was oddly comforting considering the frenzied drama of earlier in the evening. Gunn had gone home almost immediately, but others had lingered. Wesley had retreated to his own office, ostensibly to work on the spell detailing he'd been planning to do. But in truth, he was shaken.

Sam Lawson had invaded their workspace. Terrorised them. And they'd nearly been killed before Angel had managed to defeat him. But that wasn't what had shaken Wes. No, what was worse was that the vampire had terrorised Fred and she had nearly been killed. It was bad enough that Gunn had also been in danger, but the image of Fred balanced precariously on her desk chair, her eyes wide with fright...he couldn't seem to get it out of his mind.

He'd taken a break to clear his head, making some hot, honey sweetened tea for his sore throat. Then without even thinking about it, he'd made a second cup and gone to check on Fred. Somehow he'd known in his gut that she hadn't left yet, either.

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[fredless]

Fred glanced over at Wesley as the elevator continued to descend. In the relative quiet that came with the late hour the inner-workings of the mechanics seemed especially loud. Or maybe, again, she was tired.

That eased slightly when she noticed he was smiling.

"Give me a minute. I'll probably stub a toe or step in somebody's day-old spilled coffee. It'll lose all its appeal."

[demonologist]

"Ah, yes. It would come with some risks attached. But that's what makes you braver than I," he quipped, stepping forward to hold the lift door open so that she could exit now that they'd arrived at the correct floor. "Can you imagine Angel's expression, however, if I did suddenly start sporting roman sandals?"

Wes waited for Fred to lead the way to her car. His was on the floor above, but right now he was focused on ensuring that she left the building safely.

[fredless]

"You'd break him right out of his trademark brood. And then he'd probably have you checked out for some kind of possession."

The beep of her alarm sounded loudly as the crossed through the now empty garage towards her car. Fred opened the backdoor and dropped her bag inside before turning to face Wesley again, resting her back on the door.

"But I..." She considered the image, in all its absurdity. But wasn't that what they needed? Even if in some small amount? "I think you would look lovely."

[demonologist]

He chuckled a bit, then stopped since his throat was protesting.

"I think I'd probably get the same sort of reaction if I started regularly wearing a top hat."

Fred had arrived at her car. There was no reason to linger. But still, he was reluctant to leave her just yet.

"But thank you for the compliment."

He paused, not wanting to make it obvious that he was drawing things out.

"You'll call me once you get home?"

[fredless]

Fred had the absurd desire then to -- well at least to press a kiss to Wesley's cheek. If anything, to thank him. And not just for finding her in the lab that evening, for preventing her from sitting there staring at who knew what until people showed up to work the next morning. For everything, lately. But Fred was fairly certain that Wesley's reaction to the gesture wouldn't have been all the different to Angel and Wesley's hypothetical sandals.

Instead? She nodded. The movement neat and oddly cheerful considering the hour.

"I'll call you when I get home." Fred opened the car door and slid behind the wheel, taking a moment to turn over the ignition. "I promise."

[demonologist]

He watched her go, firmly pushing any lingering wistfulness from his thoughts. She was alive and safe for now, and that was as much as he could possibly wish for.

He'd head home himself and wait for the phone call. Such small moments of human contact, but he wondered what he'd do without them. Cordelia was gone now. Angel was becoming more and more withdrawn. He and Gunn were friendly but nowhere as comradely as they'd once been. Lorne was busier than all of them combined. Spike or Harmony weren't people he could tolerate for long periods of time. And so, in the end, it came down to Fred. Lovely, winsome, stubborn Fred. If only she knew how important she was in terms of keeping him, and the others, afloat. One day, perhaps, he'd have the courage to tell her.