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Coming Together
By : BloodyxAmethyst
Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female
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Truth from a Lie

Hi all! Angel Fred fic that I oddly had to write. This is based somewhere in season four before season five. I don’t think Fred and Angel can exist in a world where Cordelia and Angel exist… so I’m setting this after Cordelia’s in a coma and when Angel and the gang would have been working at Wolfram and Heart. Only instead I’m keeping them in the Hyperion to make this transition easier. So no Harmony, No Spike and basically just a few episodes after Jasmine is killed and Connor we’ll say is abroad. Okay folks, on with the show.

Flashback one is the episode Souless in season four of Angel. The Second flashback is of the episode Magic Bullet in Season four.

Disclaimer: I do not own a blessed thing. The Angel fandom and all characters mentioned here are not my own and I receive no profit from the writing of this story.

   Can you tell the truth from a lie? Fred sat in the darkness of her room toying with the chain around her neck. In her mind she pictured the recent events which had spun her world around. Could anyone ever know definitively the difference between the lies and the truth? How did they know the difference? Where were these knowing people? Could Fred talk to them? She smiled in the dark in her room, lying on her back in bed, fingers twisting and re-shaping the frail chain around her neck. The same way her reality had been twisted, turned upside down.

She was rambling again, a favorite trait of hers. She closed her eyes and sighed relinquishing the chain from its place between her nimble fingers and let her mind replay the images that she found so oddly disturbing…and at the same time so incredibly satisfying.

<<FLASHBACK>>

   Angelus was back, they had released them. He was demanding blood and in their desire to know information about the beast, what wouldn’t they have given him?

   Fred volunteered all too readily to deliver the blood to Angelus. Did she know what she was in for? This was Angel, this was her savior, and he had come for her in Pylea and taken her away. When no one else in the world had heard her cry he crossed between worlds to comfort her. He was all good in her mind… how could she think otherwise?

   As Fred entered the basement of the hotel with Gunn she carried a glass of freshly warmed pig’s blood in her hand. She felt the difference in the atmosphere, Angel had always made her feel safe but as Fred and Gunn descended the stairs into the basement she felt as though she was descending into Hell itself…where was her savior now? Trapped himself inside of a monster.

   Winifred Burkle was not the kind of girl to run from a fight…well except in Pylea of course but that was different that was in an attempt to survive. This would work, they would get the information they needed about the Beast and then they would return Angel’s soul. If Angel was trapped inside a monster than Fred would save him the way he had once saved her and then everything would be normal again. Of this Fred was truly convinced.

   Fred listened as Gunn and Angelus exchanged “pleasantries.” Those words…those awful words coming out of Angel’s mouth.

   Angelus turned lusty teasing eyes on Fred and began to taunt her with his words.

   “Ah, Fred. You look all fresh and sweet, but I hear you at night in your room with Gunn. The things you say. I'm lying there, listening, hands under the covers... I can't help myself. It's so... gripping.”

   How many times had Fred imagined Angel talking to her like this? How many dreams after Pylea did Fred have? Dreams about Angel coming into her room at night and touching her while she lay in her bed, dreams about him confessing his feelings to her, for only her; and in truth she had always wondered if Angel could her them, her and Gunn in her room. To hear those words coming out Angelus’ mouth… it was too much, it was too terrible. It made her mouth fill up with bitterness and made her body twist with discontent… because it was exactly what she wanted to hear just not from Angelus.

   Fred had thought Angelus would be all smoke and mirrors and lies and illusions, but he had been telling the truth about Wesley’s feelings for Fred, and he hadn’t been entirely wrong about her speckles of caring for Wesley if that kiss proved anything. He had certainly been telling the truth about Cordelia and Connor… but could this also be true? Did Angel really want her that way? Fred knew that sometimes she could get carried away during her times with Gunn, sometimes she would cry out and moan and tell Gunn what she liked and how she wanted it, in her shy way, could Angel have enjoyed hearing her like that? Did he…could he have fantasized about her?

<<<END FLASHBACK>>

   Fred’s fingers which had long ago abandoned her chain lightly skittered over her collar bone. In the days of madness which ensured after Angelus’ release that long ago scene in the basement had been all but forgotten. Cordelia’s alliance with Connor, her evil pregnancy, the birth of previously stated evilness, the coming of Jasmine, the truth of Jasmine, mourning the loss of the feeling of total bliss and peacefulness, and finally Jasmine’s death… The madness of it all was baffling; Fred’s head was still spinning. Give her quadratic formulas to open inner dimensional portals any day, but world domination by a maggot ridden fleshy brainwashing Goddess? Too much.

   Fred remembered running around aimlessly through the streets of Los Angeles, realizing the only way to save her friends, getting the gun, shooting Jasmine. She remembered being bent backwards over the counter, the sharp metal frame of the casing digging painfully into her spine as Angel jabbed her in the underside of her chin with the gun. She had felt so unworthy of him then, whimpering under him like a helpless pathetic dog. It was all she could do to tell him to look at Jasmine now. Look at Jasmine, another girl, another woman, another person in their lives that Angel would freely give his affections too who wasn’t Fred.

<<FLASH BACK>>

   Fred woke up on the cold hard ground alone; she could smell smoke and city air. Where was she? She sat up, her head aching. The first thing she saw was Angel… well she could think of worse things to wake up too.

The events of hours ago rushed back into her already pounding head and she risked talking to find her shaky her voices sounded to her own ears.

   “Angel...you OK?”

    “Bullet feels like a bee sting.”

    “That's not what I meant—

    “I know what you meant. I don't want to talk about it.”

    “I think you do.”

    “I miss her so much. I never...”

    “I know. It's been over a week, and I still cry. Part of me wishes I still believed the lie.”

    “ Well, why don't we? I mean, I'm not exactly clear on—”

    “Jasmine's blood. It was on the bullet that hit you. Somehow it breaks her spell when it mingles with ours. I think it must've got in my system when I was trying to get the blood off her blouse.”

   “You did the right thing, Fred. It took a lot of courage. It must've been hard for you.”

   Fred couldn’t bare it all right then. She had lost Jasmine, her false God, lost all her friends and had nearly lost her sanity, but as she stood there, back to Angel, shoulders shaking and sad sobs echoing out of her she realized then at that moment had much it had truly lost to be apart from Angel this whole time. To know deep down for the first time that Angel would kill her as soon as look at her. She had never realized the whole time what the meant for her… too her. She loved Angel.

   Not that she would ever tell him that, right now it was enough to have him back. To feel him close to her, speaking kind words to her again. This was what she needed.

   “I'm sorry. I've been so alone and scared. I'm not like you, not a champion.”

    “Everything I see says different.”

   Five little words that filled her up to the brim with warmness and made her want to cry all at the same time. Only Angel could do that too her. This feeling of safety and love cleared her head for the first time in days and she turned towards Angel with words of revelation in her wake.

    “We need more of Jasmine's blood. We have to help the others.”

    “We'll never get close to her, not now.”

    “Then we need another way.”

    Fred could see a look of recognition light up Angel’s face.

    “What?”

    “It's pretty horrible, but ma—”

    Angel stopped when he heard people far off in the distance, they were coming and quick. If Fred could only buy them some more time! She had a thought then, and it was wonderful and scary and it was something she realized that she had secretly wanted to do since she had that long ago encounter with Angelus, when he had told Fred that Angel would touch himself at night to the sound of her voice.

   She didn’t need any more encouragement as she heard the potential soldiers for Jasmine getting closer. Fred reached for Angel and kissed him smack on the mouth, she opened up her lips to him and allowed her tongue to dart briefly across his lower lip, before plunging in and tasting him fully. For an incredibly small moment a little girl voice gushed inside of Fred and squealed

   ‘WINIFRED BURKLE YOU ARE KISSING ANGEL! AND HE IS KISSING YOU BACK!”

Then reality came as it always does with cold harsh unforgiving sharpness and Fred pulled away because after all this was all a rouse.

    “You think they bought it?”

    “I did. I—I mean, I didn't hear anything.”

<<END FLASHBACK>>



   ‘He did.’ Fred smiled into the darkness, hands slipping slightly stroking just under her collar bone now, seeing Angel’s face in the darkness of the room. Remembering the sensation of his mouth on her mouth, the way his tongue felt so cold and yet so exciting.

   Fred had cherished that moment from then till now. It was precious too her. Not only had she kissed Angel, but he’d returned the kiss. Say what you will about him but Angel just didn’t do anything that he didn’t want to do. Fred remembered feeling his arms slip around her, and next to his mouth of her mouth it was the second best feeling in all the world.

Then when she pulled away- note ‘she’ pulled away, to have Angel say he not only believed the kiss but that it had distracted him enough that he hadn’t heard the three beating hearts of the group that had come to kill them. It was eerily romantic considering he was a vampire.

   Fred jumped in the darkness as a knock at the door brought her out of her revive.
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Coming Together	By : BloodyxAmethyst Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 2105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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