angel_afterlife Fred
I helped Wesley to his feet and sighed softly. Why did she, it, whatever have to be here? The Powers should have put her back in her box where she belonged. She never should have been released in the first place and she shouldn't be here now. I glared at the stairs and then took another breath to calm myself. Getting angry wasn't going to help the situation at all and right now Wesley and I needed to figure out what Angel had planned for the future.
The future. I was lucky to even have one of those. I'm glad, no more than glad, ecstatic that the Powers did what they did. I was alive, whole and back with my friends, the people that loved me. I was back here, with Wesley. We hadn't even had a chance to build on our relationship before it was shattered by my death. But now...things were different. In more ways than one and as happy as I was, I knew they wouldn't be the way they were before Illyria came along and destroyed me. I shook my head and put all those thoughts aside, for now at least.
I slipped my fingers through Wesley's and gently gave him a tug as I walked over to where Cordelia, Angel and Spike were standing. We stood on the edge of the conversation for a minute and I finally managed to pipe up and say, "So we're going to re-open Angel Investigations. I think that's a great idea...really." I swallowed and said, "And now that we've, y'all, have decided this...don't you guys think it's time we...said hi? I mean...we've been worrying about what to do now and what all this means, but we haven't taken the time to be thankful we're all here and alive and back." I glanced at the ground, "Maybe I'm just being a girl and sentimental and emotional, but....I was dead and now I'm not. I think that deserves a hug or two from my friends."
The future. I was lucky to even have one of those. I'm glad, no more than glad, ecstatic that the Powers did what they did. I was alive, whole and back with my friends, the people that loved me. I was back here, with Wesley. We hadn't even had a chance to build on our relationship before it was shattered by my death. But now...things were different. In more ways than one and as happy as I was, I knew they wouldn't be the way they were before Illyria came along and destroyed me. I shook my head and put all those thoughts aside, for now at least.
I slipped my fingers through Wesley's and gently gave him a tug as I walked over to where Cordelia, Angel and Spike were standing. We stood on the edge of the conversation for a minute and I finally managed to pipe up and say, "So we're going to re-open Angel Investigations. I think that's a great idea...really." I swallowed and said, "And now that we've, y'all, have decided this...don't you guys think it's time we...said hi? I mean...we've been worrying about what to do now and what all this means, but we haven't taken the time to be thankful we're all here and alive and back." I glanced at the ground, "Maybe I'm just being a girl and sentimental and emotional, but....I was dead and now I'm not. I think that deserves a hug or two from my friends."