I'm a little bit insecure.

[rudolphofvamps]

Who: rudolphofvamps and aintnorain
When: sometime after things
Where: the hotel & beyond!!
Summary: fred eh is a cool guy who buys lunch for whiny vampires and doesnt afraid of nething.
Warnings: W H I N G E I N G like you have never seen before.

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[aintnorain]

[She needed someone from home right about now. Chuck had helped to stabilize her enough to not turn into a sobbing mess, but everything had gotten so bad at once. From Pete to her memories to the EMP. Fred was beat. And Angel was still being Angel. Trying to talk to him was like trying to talk to a brick wall.

So it really fell to Spike. She trusted him. She needed to know if he knew about her memories, knew about the magic. She'd asked Angel, but nothing was ever straightforward with him. And she was going to probably get them removed. But she wanted his opinion.

When she heard the knock, Fred grabbed her jacket before opening the door. She offered a worn, but still genuine smile.]

Hey, Spike.

[rudolphofvamps]

[Oh. Sad Fred. Sad Fred was way worse than angry-at-him Fred.]

'Lo there. [A beat and a frown.] You don't look so good, luv.

[aintnorain]

I've been through worse. [She pulled her jacket around her tighter.]

You ready?

[rudolphofvamps]

Course. [He holds out a hand for her to lead the way out.]

[aintnorain]

[She follows him through and then out, closing the door securely behind them.]

So... I went to a telepath.

[rudolphofvamps]

Who? [he glances over and then shakes his head] You get anything out of it?

[aintnorain]

Emma Frost? [She looks up to see if he knows her before continuing on.] My memories were all altered all around a person. There's a whole person I don't remember, Spike.

[rudolphofvamps]

A person. Who the hell don't you remember?

[aintnorain]

I don't know. I haven't had the memories removed yet. I don't think Angel wants me to. I... don't know. Trying to talk to him about it was impossible. He only retreated even more.

[rudolphofvamps]

This has something to do with the big guy? Figures. You shoulda let me beat it out of him.

[aintnorain]

No. It's-- [She sighs. It's not fine.] I just don't know what to say to him. It's like every conversation ends with "why are you telling me something?". And then he just clams up and leaves.

[rudolphofvamps]

No one knows what to say to that Great White Git. We'll figure this out, huh? With or without His Tallest Hair.

[aintnorain]

[Fred sighed before turning down a street, a short cut she'd learned.] I don't know. We tried talking. I don't get it. I don't know why he has to keep the weight of the world on his shoulders like he's the only one being affected. Dammit, why can't I care?

[rudolphofvamps]

It's selfish, isn't it? He thinks he's ruddy protecting everyone, but the only thing he is is his own sense of self-worth. It's bollocks, really.

[aintnorain]

I don't know if I'd go that far. But we are here, you know. It's just the three of us, so pushing us away isn't going to do anything but hurt us.

[rudolphofvamps]

[There's a long pause, and Spike nods, looking away.] Hate to defend the bastard, but I'm sure he thinks he's doing right by you. He always does. Think so, I mean. Not does so.