By She's a Star

Disclaimer: 'Angel' belongs to Joss Whedon. Who is really kind of evil, but as his show has been cancelled (sob!) I think I can forgive him.

Author's Note: I wrote this awhile ago when the first spoilers for A Hole in The World came out and proclaimed that Fred was, in fact, going to die. I was going through my old livejournal entries and found this on there, and decided that I liked it and that I have a bit of a posting addiction, and . . . voila.


Questions of science, the radio sings out through layers of static. Under the frenzy, one can barely make out the melody. He still tries to, because this song has always reminded him of her.

He isn't quite sure what he's supposed to do anymore. For nearly three years, everything had been very black and white. It hadn't felt that way as it happened - anything but simple - but now, in comparison to this, he almost yearns for it. Watching her, loving ridiculous little things like the way she crinkles her nose when she laughs and the shade of her nail polish and the way she pronounces the word 'both.'

She caught him more than once. Usually, she didn't say anything about it - just gave him a little smile and went back to what she was doing. Researching, usually. Working somehow, at least. She is - was - had been especially lovely when all caught up in a new project, a new mystery.

Once, she'd said something.

"What is this?" she had asked, but warmly. Smiling. "An examination?"

"Oh . . . I'm sorry," he'd replied awkwardly, not quite sure what to say. "I'm just, er, tired. Didn't get much sleep last night."

"You're not gettin' sick, are you?"

"No, really, I'm sure I'm fine."

"If you're sure." He misses the way her eyes sparkled. Tries not to remember them dead.

Come back and haunt me.

Wesley switches off the radio and resumes working.