Summary: Based off an amazing youtube video. (: and the quotes-
"We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief?" "There's love, There's hope, for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy. That your life will lead you to some joy. That after everything, you can still be surprised." "Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?" - Illyria and Wesley
"There is no perfect day for me, Illyria. There is no sunset or painting or finely-aged Scotch that's going to sum up my life and make tonight any ... There is nothing that I want." - Wesley
"Would you like me to lie to you now?" "Yes. Thank you, yes." - Illyria and Wesley
Because those quotes are just amazing and for some reason I was thinking about sunsets and… well, this fic was born. So enjoy. Fred and Wesley with somewhat Illyria and Wesley. Contains spoilers.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Wes, Fred or Illyria. It's a cruel cruel world.
Illyria walked outside noting the fact that it was mildly sunny nearing sunset. She spied Wesley sitting on the grass leaning back watching the sky with a burning intensity.
Since Wesley was her favorite mortal companion she walked quickly towards him, settling beside him on the grass.
"Illyria," Wesley said politely nodding his head in her general direction.
"Wesley," She said back to him, studying his face instead of the sky. "Did we win?" She asked speaking of there last battle.
Wesley shrugged. "I don't know."
Illyria narrowed her eyes, turning to face the sky surveying her surroundings. "I believe that we have won. Do you not believe the same?"
"In the conquest between good and evil, there is no winning." Wesley said his voice laden with sorrow.
"Regardless," Illyria said continuing on, "Do you not think that winning should permit you some small form of happiness? Some reason to continue on now that you have won your mission?"
For the first time, Wesley turned to face her, his eyes calculating. "You wish to become Fred?" Illyria nodded.
When Wesley did not continue, or dismiss her idea, Illyria tilted her head up, and shifted into the body form of Fred. Wesley's face, thawed out as Fred stroked a hand across his cheek.
"I've missed you." He murmured softly, pulling Fred towards him.
"I've missed you too, my sweet, darling Wes," Fred said as the two leaned in to kiss.
Illyria observed it all, taking note of how much happier Wesley seemed already, happy because of the shell.
"Look, the sun is setting," Wesley said softly pulling Fred towards him as they sat in silence watching the sun fall to end another day.
Suddenly Wesley words from an earlier period in her life, when Fred was dead, and it was simply Illyria come to mind. Illyria remembers them as his explanation of life, and what it meant to continue on. How he had mentioned that a sunset could not sum up his life, and that eventually life should lead everyone to some joy, as long as everyone was willing to still be surprised. Was this Wesley's joy then? Watching a sunset in a meadow, with his dead lover posed by his side?
As the realization dawned on her, she turned to face him, her eyes miles away and thoughtful , as those words that Wesley said to her once upon a time slowly piece together with further meaning, further insight on Wesley.
"Wesley," Illyria begans to ask slowly, still in her Fred form, her voice a mixture of both herself and Fred. "Are we dead?"
There is the longest silence penetrating the question. Illyria had long stopped looking at the sunset while Wesley had refused to move, yet his face had seemed to stiffen up again. Illyria wondered if it was because he was suddenly not as happy. She reevaluated her thoughts but she believed she was right, Wesley and her were dead, so that Wesley could have his perfect moment with Fred. The women he had loved.
Wesley does not grant her with an answer, instead merely getting up and walking away from the sunset that seemed so real moments ago.
Illyria suspects why he doesn't answer, because to Wesley is does not matter. Fred is dead, and with Illyria in her body not even in the land of the dead, can she return. Not with Illyria inhabiting her body. Therefore, none of it matters. Not when you are Wesley, and died so long ago.
Died on the day when Illyria was born, ripping soul mates apart as she had often done before.
Illyria turned back to the sunset, still lingering in the form of her shell. She would give Fred this small piece of happiness, of joy to pretend like it had a least happened sometime in her life, before Illyria had come into the world and ruined her.
Perhaps there were no more surprises left in store for Wesley, with him dead, what more did life have to offer? And if Wesley was done, then why did Illyria remain here still, in this form of the dead shell? What did she owe to Wesley, to any of them?
Illyria looked up at the sky and shifted back. She agreed with Wesley, life had no more surprises left in store.
Illyria had died the day Wesley had died. The day, when she was supposed to have been reborn.
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