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supersymmetry) wrote2006-01-03 01:19 am
supersymmetry) wrote2006-01-03 01:19 am
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It's nighttime, and Fred is in her room. She's been reading for a few hours -- more than a few, really. She tends to get lost in her own world so easily that she'd barely realized that it was late.
When she does realize, she only takes the time to shower and change into pajamas, not taking very much notice that she's done so. After all, it is not as though she has anyone to impress.
That thought makes her frown slightly without realizing that she's thinking about Wesley, vaguely wondering where he is, perhaps thinking briefly of wandering down to his room to say goodnight. Things had been good, but slightly strained, she thought. The strange situation had been so odd that it was a wonder they'd managed to find their bearings at all. So they tended to give each other a bit of distance now, never really having fallen into the ease of interaction that she'd shared with Gunn.
Stop that, it's not fair to compare.
Of course it wasn't, and she didn't compare them, not really. This place was perhaps less conducive to relationships than their old job had been.
All of these thoughts cross her mind as she turns the pages of her book, a volume on the theories of interdimensional spaces, but she soon finds herself absorbed in the pages too completely to think of anything else but the text.
When she does realize, she only takes the time to shower and change into pajamas, not taking very much notice that she's done so. After all, it is not as though she has anyone to impress.
That thought makes her frown slightly without realizing that she's thinking about Wesley, vaguely wondering where he is, perhaps thinking briefly of wandering down to his room to say goodnight. Things had been good, but slightly strained, she thought. The strange situation had been so odd that it was a wonder they'd managed to find their bearings at all. So they tended to give each other a bit of distance now, never really having fallen into the ease of interaction that she'd shared with Gunn.
Stop that, it's not fair to compare.
Of course it wasn't, and she didn't compare them, not really. This place was perhaps less conducive to relationships than their old job had been.
All of these thoughts cross her mind as she turns the pages of her book, a volume on the theories of interdimensional spaces, but she soon finds herself absorbed in the pages too completely to think of anything else but the text.
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And he closes the rest of the distance between them. Gently embracing her, careful not to press against her burns. He simply holds her, trying to make the trembling go away.
Because Wesley knows how fleeting moments like this really are. They shouldn't be here at all, really. Not together again. And the irony of Fred seeing him this way, the way he is after--no, because of--her death, is so cosmically absurd, he has no business worrying her with it.
He should instead be grateful, if he can. Grateful for these moments which Fate--perhaps, after all, merciful, in its way--has given them both to share a little longer.