The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Morning Fandom Time
Technically speaking, Wesley had left Fandom as soon as he could on Saturday afternoon. Practically, however, it wasn't until Tuesday morning that, exhausted, he stepped back into the hotel with exactly half of his original luggage in hand.
And he was promptly nearly tackled by a wall of energy in the form of Fred. Despite everything, he had to smile -- it was endearing, even as tired as he was.
"Wesley!" Fred squealed, hugging him with surprising force before bouncing backward to look up at him. "You'll never guess what happened this weekend. Go on, guess, I'll wait."
She actually did seem to be waiting. Wesley paused. "Er," he said. "Killer... lobster demons?"
He wasn't really sure why that of all things had popped into his head.
"No, silly!" Of course. How could he have been so foolish. "My mom and dad showed up!"
Well. That was certainly significant. "Really?"
"Yuh-huh!" Fred agreed. "And at first I was scared 'cause I didn't want 'em to see me an' know all about what happened to me, so I tried to run away and there was this icky bug demon tryin' to attack everyone so we got sidetracked, and my mom killed it, or at least we thought she killed it. And then we went back home, I mean here to the hotel, and everythin' was good for a while until I kept thinkin' about how it didn't make sense for me to be here, not when there's already you and Gunn and Cordy, so I started to leave with my parents until I realized there had to be more of the bug things, and that goes all the way back to when Angel took me for ice cream the other night, but anyway I came back and I catapulted it with a thing I made and I decided to stay after that and here I am."
Wesley blinked. "Here you are," he echoed, fixing her with a sincere smile. "I'm glad you decided to stay."
"I'm glad too," Fred said, looking up at him with that oddly intense gaze of hers.
There was a moment's pause. Wesley wondered -- would now perhaps be a good time to--
"Well," he said. "Since I seem to have missed all the action, how would you like to go out for some pizza, Fred?"
Her eyes lit up. "Sure!"
"Excellent," Wesley said, and it actually really was.
"Let me just go get Cordy and Gunn," Fred said, before sticking two fingers in her mouth and whistling sharply. Then she set off toward the stairs to the basement, where they were probably fighting over setting the rat traps again. "Cordy! Gunn! There's gonna be pizza!"
Wesley exhaled slowly, suddenly re-feeling that exhaustion that had gone away once Fred had started talking. Then he set down his bags and started rummaging for his wallet.
[[NFB/NFI/OOC-okay! i totally made this up because i didn't want to do a catchup for this episode and brat_inslayage agreed it was unnecessary, but holy crap fred is hard to write from scratch. events taken from angel 3x05 "fredless," la la la.]]
And he was promptly nearly tackled by a wall of energy in the form of Fred. Despite everything, he had to smile -- it was endearing, even as tired as he was.
"Wesley!" Fred squealed, hugging him with surprising force before bouncing backward to look up at him. "You'll never guess what happened this weekend. Go on, guess, I'll wait."
She actually did seem to be waiting. Wesley paused. "Er," he said. "Killer... lobster demons?"
He wasn't really sure why that of all things had popped into his head.
"No, silly!" Of course. How could he have been so foolish. "My mom and dad showed up!"
Well. That was certainly significant. "Really?"
"Yuh-huh!" Fred agreed. "And at first I was scared 'cause I didn't want 'em to see me an' know all about what happened to me, so I tried to run away and there was this icky bug demon tryin' to attack everyone so we got sidetracked, and my mom killed it, or at least we thought she killed it. And then we went back home, I mean here to the hotel, and everythin' was good for a while until I kept thinkin' about how it didn't make sense for me to be here, not when there's already you and Gunn and Cordy, so I started to leave with my parents until I realized there had to be more of the bug things, and that goes all the way back to when Angel took me for ice cream the other night, but anyway I came back and I catapulted it with a thing I made and I decided to stay after that and here I am."
Wesley blinked. "Here you are," he echoed, fixing her with a sincere smile. "I'm glad you decided to stay."
"I'm glad too," Fred said, looking up at him with that oddly intense gaze of hers.
There was a moment's pause. Wesley wondered -- would now perhaps be a good time to--
"Well," he said. "Since I seem to have missed all the action, how would you like to go out for some pizza, Fred?"
Her eyes lit up. "Sure!"
"Excellent," Wesley said, and it actually really was.
"Let me just go get Cordy and Gunn," Fred said, before sticking two fingers in her mouth and whistling sharply. Then she set off toward the stairs to the basement, where they were probably fighting over setting the rat traps again. "Cordy! Gunn! There's gonna be pizza!"
Wesley exhaled slowly, suddenly re-feeling that exhaustion that had gone away once Fred had started talking. Then he set down his bags and started rummaging for his wallet.
[[NFB/NFI/OOC-okay! i totally made this up because i didn't want to do a catchup for this episode and brat_inslayage agreed it was unnecessary, but holy crap fred is hard to write from scratch. events taken from angel 3x05 "fredless," la la la.]]