Things like this don't happen to a girl twice -- Right?
Characters: Fred and Buffy
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: On the castle lawn
Relative Date: Daytimish (It's a word!)
Status: Closed for the moment, most likely to open
Trying to control the nervous energy that was coming to a slow boil right in the center of her chest, Fred ran her fingers haphazardly through her hair as her other hand clutched tightly to her laptop bag. The helicopter had done a number on her, an she wished she thought to just keep it up.
For a meeting away from the 'monster' ... that was the 'the man' as done by Wolfram&Hart...there was an awful lot of sun around. And not that Angel'd yet to show any concern for Spike's discomfort? But Fred was pretty sure he would still object to this.
She fully took in the lines of the castle, and mentally began repeating every digit of Pi she knew to battle back the feeling of nausea.
This wasn't Pylea. This absolutely in no way was Pylea. She was an accomplished scientist, with salary and benefits and there wasn't a collar in sight.
This wasn't Pylea.
Fred looked back to where the helicopter had been just moments before, then pulled out her phone. There wasn't a signal. And somehow? She hadn't expected one?
Well, there was nothing else for it.
"Angel?"
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: On the castle lawn
Relative Date: Daytimish (It's a word!)
Status: Closed for the moment, most likely to open
Trying to control the nervous energy that was coming to a slow boil right in the center of her chest, Fred ran her fingers haphazardly through her hair as her other hand clutched tightly to her laptop bag. The helicopter had done a number on her, an she wished she thought to just keep it up.
For a meeting away from the 'monster' ... that was the 'the man' as done by Wolfram&Hart...there was an awful lot of sun around. And not that Angel'd yet to show any concern for Spike's discomfort? But Fred was pretty sure he would still object to this.
She fully took in the lines of the castle, and mentally began repeating every digit of Pi she knew to battle back the feeling of nausea.
This wasn't Pylea. This absolutely in no way was Pylea. She was an accomplished scientist, with salary and benefits and there wasn't a collar in sight.
This wasn't Pylea.
Fred looked back to where the helicopter had been just moments before, then pulled out her phone. There wasn't a signal. And somehow? She hadn't expected one?
Well, there was nothing else for it.
"Angel?"