Never the same girl twice

[freddles]

The talk with Cordelia had gone better than I thought it might. There had been the initial awkwardness we'd both felt in the beginning and the pauses where we hadn't known what to say. After the 'how are you doing' questions, it got easier. I didn't bring up exactly what had happened with Faith and Angelus even though it was the one subject at

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[_wes_pryce_]

While I was eating my sandwich, I found myself desperately wishing I could see her face. But I was locked in darkness and it was starting to frighten me. To many unwanted memories were surfacing in the dark, almost as if you were asleep and the nightmares came. I now had my nightmares visiting me no matter what. Absolutely splendid. I couldn’t let Fred or anyone else know though, that would only worry them. And they had enough on their minds already.

Fred was worried enough about me. Cordy and Angel were caught up in their own drama. Gunn… leaving with Lorne. Buffy, I’ve no idea what Buffy was up to, but she and I don’t seem to get along at any rate, no matter what I try. So it was back to pretending that I was just fine. It wasn’t hard to do, I’d been doing it for years now. Good old Wes, doing just fine, holding it together. Even if I did feel as though I was flying apart, wanted to fly apart. I couldn’t.

“What?” I blinked, an automatic reaction and felt around for the table. What did I want to do? I’d want to read, or watch television. Or go to the park and watch the children play. But that wasn’t possible anymore. Probably not ever, and the sooner I got used to that, the better. It wasn’t a disaster, no matter how it felt to someone like me. I could’ve been dead, again. Or worse, Fred could be dead again. Finally finding the table, my plate bumped against it before I managed to put it on the surface. “How about…” I frowned, thinking that over before a small smile lifted my face.

“Fred? Would you care to dance?”

[freddles]

I caught myself running my finger over and over on the rim of my glass. The liquid was nearly gone and I'd already finished the sandwich. I could always make him some tea, but I was still nervous about doing that just right. The last thing Wesley needed right now was Fred in the kitchen making tea that wasn't suited for even dogs to drink. Not that dogs actually drank tea.

Lifting my eyes, I looked up to see Wesley starting to move around and then there was a smile on his face. My hand dropped from the top of the glass and onto the table as I looked at him curiously. He had that smile that I hadn't seen in such a long time and excuse me for wanting to make sure I saw as much of it as I could.

"Dance?" I was genuinely surprised at the suggestion. Not that I was surprised that Wesley could dance even though the last time we'd done any of that together we were.. well, there was a little help behind most of that dancing that wasn't rhythm. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I watched him stand slowly. "You want to dance?" I asked again.

He seemed determined and it only made me smile a little more. Standing in front of him, I glanced around the room and saw the stereo with the rest of the entertainment system. Leaving the table for a moment, I flipped the switch to the stereo and didn't even bother changing the station, CD, or whatever happened to be playing. "Sure is hard to dance without something to dance to," I said as I walked back over to the table where Wesley was standing.

Smiling again, I stood in front of him and closed the gap between us. If Wesley wanted to dance, then we'd dance. You won't find me complaining. Taking one of his hands in mine, I leaned into him as the music started up.