Fred really liked it when Giles held her hand the way he did. Even just that simple movement did so much to take away the feelings of sadness she felt from visiting Wesley's grave. She had a life to look forward to now, and Wesley would have been the first one to tell her to live it.
The way Giles' questions came out made her want to laugh a little. Had she been rubbing off on him in the short time they had been around each other? "You've answered my questions, so I don't mind you asking me. It's only fair." She thought back over everything that he had asked. "Yes, I grew up on a farm. My father and mother run a small dairy farm outside of San Antonio, so seeing those sheep earlier reminded me a bit of Dad herding the cows out to pasture. As for school, I got a scholarship from UCLA, and we had some friends out there, so I decided to take the chance and go out there, but I wasn't going to major in Physics. I actually wanted to major in History, but then I took Pr--I took a Physics class and changed my mind."
She paused for a moment. Ever since she had discovered Professor Seidel had been responsible for sending her to Pylea, she sometimes wondered what might have happened had she not changed majors. But then she looked over at Rupert and realized that if she hadn't, she wouldn't be here, right now. She'd probably be teaching History in some small college in Texas.
"The...the professor whose class I took, he was the one who sent me to Pylea," she told him. "Turned out he was jealous of any student he thought might outshine him and conveniently had them...disappear. Somewhere the bodies would never be found." She looked over at him. "I was the only one who ever came back."
Giles loved the way Fred's voice sounded. It seemed to float in the car and it made him smile. Hearing her talking about her past made Giles think of how their pasts were so different. It intrigued him and when she said she had intended on majoring in history, he grinned. He was a history major himself before his life took a turn too. Perhaps they were old souls, meant to be together.
When Fred told him about Professor Siedel, Giles felt his veins go cold. It made him angry that someone who Fred trusted would hurt her. "God, Fred," he whispered as he held her hand even tighter. "I'm so sorry that happened to you." Being betrayed by someone you trust hurt more than being betrayed by a casual friend.
"I know how it feels," he said, thinking about all the times Ethan had lied to him and how other people had gotten hurt because of it. "You so strong and amazing, Fred. You survived something that most people wouldn't. And you came out of it with yourself in tact. No one can ever take away your spirit, not even some ruddy professor who was jealous of your gifts."
The city limits of London came into view and Giles slowed down. He glanced over at Fred and softly stroked her cheek. "All right, love?" he quietly asked.
The way Giles' questions came out made her want to laugh a little. Had she been rubbing off on him in the short time they had been around each other? "You've answered my questions, so I don't mind you asking me. It's only fair." She thought back over everything that he had asked. "Yes, I grew up on a farm. My father and mother run a small dairy farm outside of San Antonio, so seeing those sheep earlier reminded me a bit of Dad herding the cows out to pasture. As for school, I got a scholarship from UCLA, and we had some friends out there, so I decided to take the chance and go out there, but I wasn't going to major in Physics. I actually wanted to major in History, but then I took Pr--I took a Physics class and changed my mind."
She paused for a moment. Ever since she had discovered Professor Seidel had been responsible for sending her to Pylea, she sometimes wondered what might have happened had she not changed majors. But then she looked over at Rupert and realized that if she hadn't, she wouldn't be here, right now. She'd probably be teaching History in some small college in Texas.
"The...the professor whose class I took, he was the one who sent me to Pylea," she told him. "Turned out he was jealous of any student he thought might outshine him and conveniently had them...disappear. Somewhere the bodies would never be found." She looked over at him. "I was the only one who ever came back."
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When Fred told him about Professor Siedel, Giles felt his veins go cold. It made him angry that someone who Fred trusted would hurt her. "God, Fred," he whispered as he held her hand even tighter. "I'm so sorry that happened to you." Being betrayed by someone you trust hurt more than being betrayed by a casual friend.
"I know how it feels," he said, thinking about all the times Ethan had lied to him and how other people had gotten hurt because of it. "You so strong and amazing, Fred. You survived something that most people wouldn't. And you came out of it with yourself in tact. No one can ever take away your spirit, not even some ruddy professor who was jealous of your gifts."
The city limits of London came into view and Giles slowed down. He glanced over at Fred and softly stroked her cheek. "All right, love?" he quietly asked.
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