Winifred Burkle (walkswithheroes) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-02-17 11:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | darla, winifred burkle |
WHO: Fred & Darla
WHAT: Going to get some lunch.
WHERE: Streets.
WHEN: Feb 17, Noon.
RATING: I don't see this being below R.
STATUS: In Progress
The mere thought of Darla being here was enough to make Fred hide in her room until the sun came back, but that would serve no purpose to the team. Sometimes she wanted to be selfish and just hide, because coming back from the dead had been a very traumatic experience for her. But she couldn't do that, they needed her. She was usually research girl, but she hadn't been the same since she'd come back. It was so strange, being dead one minute, and then back the next, with no explanation.
And at night, Illyria would whisper in her dreams. But she was gone, right? Cordelia said she was somewhere in Europe with Spike. Fred missed Spike; they'd been getting close before she died. And Wesley, Fred tried so hard not to think about him because every time that she did, she could feel herself break a little more inside. They'd never gotten their fair chance, they'd only had moments together...and if Fred had known that they would be the final moments the two would share...she would have done something sooner. It didn't seem fair, Wesley being gone and her being back like this. It just wasn't right.
Fred had to remind herself that life wasn't fair, and that everything happened for a reason. She could not fall apart and let down Angel and the team. She just could not do that. Angel had saved her in Pylea, and Fred had never, and would never forget that. That didn't mean though, that the little Texan didn't need some time to herself now and then, so she'd gone out for a walk, alone. Well she had a taser and a small dagger, but for the most part she was alone.
She wasn't going far, just to the local Taco Bell, because she was craving a grilled stuff burrito, and maybe some nachos, and probably a quesadilla too. Fred might be thin as a toothpick but she sure didn't eat like she was. That girl could put away more food than Cartman from South Park and not even gain a pound. As she walked, she wondered if she should have asked everyone else what they wanted. It was so weird at AI now, the team was bigger, and there were all sorts of people that were working for them. It had been different when she was alive before, and sometimes made her feel like they didn't need her. But that was just the fear talking, and Fred could not listen.
She remembered some of her final moments with Wesley, before Illyria had taken over.
"I walk with heroes, think about that."
"You are one." Wesley had said.
"Superhero." Fred corrected. "And this is my power, to never let them take me. Not me."
She was holding true to those words now, for although she'd been dead before, here she was very much alive. She'd been given another chance. Still, the circumstances surrounding her resurrection were a mystery, and the fact that both times she'd come back...she'd woken up in the lab in Wolfram and Hart, it was very...troubling. She wasn't sure what to think about it. Had Wolfram and Hart brought her back? If so, to what purpose? Fred wanted to find out what was going on, but there was so much else that they had to focus on. She could not be selfish and try and figure out why she was back, or how she was back, or if Wolfram and Hart had brought her back and what their motive for doing so would be, although she desperately needed to know. Fred's needs had to be put on hold right now, and she had to think about the needs of the team, instead.
That didn't mean that she couldn't go for a quick lunch run though, everyone had to eat.