The Call of Fred
I tried to think about everything once more. All the things I was gonna say to explain the situation down here. I closed my eyes for a sec and massaged my temples with my finger tips. My thoughts racing so fast that it was almost hard to keep up with them. Why didn't we think about this before? The answer had been right there, staring right at
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I nodded to the phone, not that she could actually see. 'She' in the sense that the caller was not effeminate, but feminine. I sent a small look in Andrew's direction, not that he could see -- since he had already left the kictchen. He in the sense of not being feminie, but effeminate.
The events of the past few weeks might have me thinking in circles. But, I think that was about right. In a general, non-accusatory, just making an observation sort of way.
"You don't know me, but I'm friends with Cordy, and Wesley, and Angel. Actually I work with them... and uh- um, we're sort of in pickle."
Something clicked in my head, and as it did I leaned against a nearby wall for support. An image flashed of a small, wild-haired girl only to be replaced by bigger and harsher images. Of an empty hotel that suited an emptier me, of Angel's knowing look that very moment our eyes met, and of the single hardest conversation of my life. But yes, somewhere behind all that - I think - was Fred.
"Actually," I said slowly, as I became more assured. "We almost met before. At least, we were in the same room, for something just longer than a few minutes.
Shaking my head to remove the small fog that had appeared, I took in the rest of Fred's words. Honestly, even the smallest of distractions from Sunnydale's current state was welcome. "But, you said something about a pickle?" I reached for some humor. "Kosher, dill, or bread and butter?"
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I started giggling nervously. I vaguely remembered that day. Everyone was real somber and all, and the first thing that I did was hide in my other cave/room.
I couldn't believe how time had gone by since than, and I was mostly glad to have grown out of that stage, even if took months and a visit from my parents to get me all straighten out.
"Oh yeah... Sorry 'bout that. I was sorta in my own-- world, from the... you know, being in a whole alternate dimension for five years." Not that she would know anything about that, because, well, I was all trading one cave for another and Angel was off to some monastery to grieve over Buffy and Cordy and Wesley were... some where in that whole scenario.
I guess those first few months were really sorta fuzzy for me.
"But, you said something about a pickle? Kosher, dill, or bread and butter?"
I laughed, it sorta sounded weird with everything that had happened, but if felt good to laugh. "I'd say a whole double cheeseburger and jumbo fries," I said trying to suppress my giggles.
I mean, the situation was bad, but putting it in food perspective maid it sound less awful and that was kinda awful in itself.
"Umm, we sorta let the scary side of Angel on the loose..." I said pausing . "Uhm, yeah... we also kinda misplaces his soul and well, we can't seem to find it and now his alter ego is out there right now, roaming the streets of L.A. with Wesley and Faith hunting for him. And we really don't know what else to do and I thought that the best thing would be to all the only person on earth that had successfully ensouled him before." Wow, that was a mouthful.
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"No," I apologized quickly. "I didn't mean it that way, there in nothing to apologize for. It was more a I do remember you, and it is nice to put a face to the name." It was nice to be just talking to someone actually. To know that the phone lines still worked, that others still knew we were here, and that Sunnydale wasn't completely cut off from the outside world.
Yet.
"I'd say a whole double cheeseburger and jumbo fries."
"As long as it isn't Doublemeat," I cracked, startled at my own humour. "Then I would say we are still ok." I looked back into the living room, still trying to keep an eye on everyone there. There really wasn't time to loose focus anymore.
"Umm, we sorta let the scary side of Angel on the loose..."
"Or not," my attention snapped back to the Fred. "Scary as in the patented Angel broody and bad moody?" I tried not to think about the other option, but it was there anyway. It was truely never that far away. Just to LA. "Or Angelus?"
I didn't even wait for an answer.
"It's Angelus."
Though assured, my voice was low. I couldn't let Buffy hear, not with everything else. Not now.
"Uhm, yeah... we also kinda misplaces his soul and well, we can't seem to find it and now his alter ego is out there right now, roaming the streets of L.A. with Wesley and Faith hunting for him. And we really don't know what else to do and I thought that the best thing would be to all the only person on earth that had successfully ensouled him before."
"Alright then..." My mind was racing, working if it was even possible for me to go. No. It had to be possible for me to go.
"Whose idea was it? I mean, did anyone even actually think this through? Angelus is....well its Angelus!" I didn't need to even say anything else. So of course I did. "I will find a way to get away. Just be careful Fred. And if you have any fish...just be careful."
Who was I kidding.
"A lot of weapons might be more helpful."
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