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green_empathy (green_empathy) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-02-01 20:39:00

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fred burkle, lorne

WHO: Fred Burkle and Lorne
WHEN: Two days ago.
WHERE: Her apartment
WHAT: Hanging out, catching up. Lorne's missed his Freddikins.
Ratings: It's Lorne and Fred .... R. :-P PG
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

Lorne was so happy that Fred was here in Lawrence with him. Despite his first attempts to present himself as "the Host", seperate and away from the people that came to Cartitas even as he guided them, Angel and his ragtag band of heroes had managed to crawl themselves under his skin and situate themselves quite comfortably there. Which was one of the reasons why no matter how many time they destroyed his home and business he always had them back in. Why he was always there with an ear and an advice when they needed it. Even when they didn't think that they did. And although it was bad to pick favorites in this group that was good enough to include him in his family-and he wouldn't so much call it favorites as a deeper fondness-Lorne found himself with a softer spot for the two females in the group. They were certainly admirable. The two brightest spots in the rough and tumble land. Just as strong and as resiliant as the boys. At times much more so.

He enjoyed spending time with both women. They were so different but at the core of them, such Champions.

He had sent a cab to get Fred and had seen her for a short moment since her arrival but he was very saddened to say that he hadn't had quite a chance to spend time with her. He'd spent the time since then puzzling through her words. She had died? What was that about? He couldn't imagine any one of them letting something happen to Fred. And just the thought of her being hurt, let alone dead, brought a heavy weight to the air around him. Fred was a survivor in the truest sense of the word. It might seem ridiculous, but it was very difficult to imagine a situation that she couldn't weather.

Walking towards her apartment door, Lorne knocked. Because he wanted to know. Most of all. He just wanted to see her. Spend time with a very good friend.

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notjustageek
2010-02-04 12:36 am UTC (link)

In the short time she'd been in Lawrence, Fred had been hard at work making the apartment her own. It provided a welcome distraction from the few days previous and the circumstances that had led to her arrival. Once in a while, her hand would settle on her chest, feeling her heart beating reassuringly. She was alive and she was healthy. It seemed that changing dimensions had been a gift, not a curse this time.

But it didn't fix everything. Wesley. She remembered the look on his face as she'd fought to draw in a breath, her body racked with pain. If she was here, had she still died there? The last thing she wanted was to cause him, no, all of them, pain. Her boys. The ones she had come to love and trust with all her heart over the years. Angel with his hard headedness and stubborn determination to save the world, Charles' fierce loyalty to his friends, his family. Wesley's brilliance, Cordelia's warrior heart, and Lorne's passion for life. Even Spike, as a newcomer, she counted in that group. What she would do without them in her life, she wasn't sure.

And she was happy to see Lorne and Spike here, as well as Andrew, and Buffy and Xander, even though she only knew them from stories. Reassuring comforts in a strange place. A very, very, very strange place.

When the knock came at the door, she put her bookmark in its place and set the book on the couch. Getting to her feet, she crossed over to the door and pulled it open. A smile stretched from ear to ear as she saw who was standing behind the door. "Hey Lorne!" she greeted him cheerfully, pulling the door open wider for him to come in.

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green_empathy
2010-02-11 05:25 am UTC (link)

It was always good to see that bright smile. He'd come to miss it in the months that he had been around in this unusual version of Kansas. Lorne had dealt with weirder. You didn't hang out with Angel's crew and at least rub elbows with 'weirder' but this world was still a highly unusual world. It was a bit of a comfort that some things remained the same. But not by much. The people were friendly and he was coming to like them, but it was great to have Fred around. To have a little piece of home, that he was truly familiar with, around. A good piece at that.

He was relieved to see that she was up. "I hope I'm not interrupting." He said. However, he smiled when she opened the door. Looking around he could immediately see touches of Fred, which was how it should it be. Winifred Burkle was too vibrant for the staid white walls that the apartments came with. Besides, Lorne was a firm believer in making something your own. And what better place than the apartment you had to live in for, who knew how long? "Nice to see that you're sprucing up the place. I'm digging the touches of Fred." He said, giving her a wider smile, when turned to look at her.

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notjustageek
2010-02-11 06:40 pm UTC (link)

"Absolutely not!" There was not a single second of any day in which she didn't have time for Lorne. Fred had adored him the moment she'd realized that not every green demon was out to snap a collar around her neck and turn her into their pet human cow. If more of his clan had been like him, she would've looked a little more fondly on her time in Pylea. It would have been strange and terrifying at first, absolutely, but she would have grown used to it.

Like an interdimensional student exchange program. Even on the run, she'd picked up a little of the language and the culture. But that still didn't help settle her much. It had been horrible.

But Lorne, he was one of the best friends she had ever had. No one had ever been quite so supportive, understanding, and fun all at the same time. Forget why couldn't more Pyleans be like him. Why couldn't more human beings like him? The world would have been a better place.

"I couldn't just let it sit. A day after I got here, I decided something had to be done with it." It kept her busy, her mind occupied, and felt more comfortable instead of just a temporary home, which it may or may not have been, given how that seal worked. "I think I still need to touch it up a little bit more but it's better than blank walls." She'd even found a Dixie Chicks poster for a wall in the living room.

"Can I get you something to drink? I don't have the fixings for a sea breeze but I have a couple of juices, water, and milk."

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