The Universe's Mixer

Fred decided she was going to ask Wesley to the Ballet; there was one in town, well, in the City, and seeing as they hadn't gotten a chance to see it the first time round, or she really hadn't gotten the chance to see it even though Wesley had, she was going to try and go see it this time. She'd thought that with that thought in mind the City might have given her the same dress that Cordy had helped her pick out, but no such luck. Nope, she was going to have to go shopping on her own, which was sort of daunting.

She hadn't see the Doctor since the whole waffle incident, which was unfortunate - she liked the Doctor and it'd put her off of waffles somewhat. She knew eventually she'd get her waffle loving ways back; it wasn't like she'd gone totally off ice cream the time the Durslar demon got all wonky and stuff. She would the first to recognize eating ice cream in the sewers probably wasn't the best way to enjoy it, but she'd been with Angel at the time, so it made it all okay.

Now, she wasn't in an okay place at all. Fred stood in front of one of those fancy clothing boutiques and wondered how was she going to pick the right thing to wear. Then again, she wasn't even sure she could afford it, or worse, she wasn't sure Wesley would even want to go. She supposed she'd have to ask him eventually, but right now, she guessed she'd face the current unknown - fancy dress buying. With that decision in mind, she headed in - she could do this, she knew she could.

There they were on an all too open field; they were being fired on yet again, and it had passed the time to find a new hiding place. People were yelling, screaming, dying, and they were all doing what they could to stay alive. She felt the stinging heat of the shot and fired back; she'd assess the blood loss later. Somewhere someone was demanding that someone else pull them back, get them better cover, any ruttin' thing that'd keep them from losing every-nothing. She didn't hear anything else; it was all lost in an explosion she knew she'd die in....

Zoe jerked up from the awkward position she'd found to be the most comfortable to sleep in while sitting in a chair at bedside. She lowered her head to the bed, resting against it as she focused on the here and now, which was just as confusing if not more so than the battlefield. When people died, they stayed dead, yet she was sitting there beside her husband, the man she thought she'd lost. Simon had kept Wash in the Hospital too long for either Washburne's liking and had been strongly encouraged to release them. The Hospital was probably going to run out of jello and willing orderlies soon if Mr. Washburne wasn't released, so, once both were awake, they could go.

Zoe was now awake, and she soon looked up to see if Wash was. Her mind was already working on a plan to keep him from going back to the Serenity. It wasn't that she didn't want go back, so much as she wasn't sure she was ready to fly in it again. Anytime she thought of the Serenity in conjunction with her husband, she flashed through some wonderful times, but always ended up with that one image - his lifeless body skewered...

"Wash? Are you awake?"

Selina had a tendency to wander the streets of The City. Hell, she’d run into enough people just wandering, but she was fascinated with the way the place changed. The changes weren’t fast or slow, just totally random, and most of the time, the natives didn’t even notice. She’d never been in a place that was so weird. Gotham was weird, but the streets and buildings didn’t move – so her vote was that The City was probably the weirdest place she’d ever been.

She didn’t pay attention to where she was going, so she was a little surprised to find herself in a part of town she didn’t know. That seemed strange to her, so she turned around to go back the way she came, but the street seemed to have changed. Selina stood on the sidewalk totally confused. The City liked to throw new things her way, but getting her lost was totally new.