Sugar, Spice, Flamethrowers & Science
Title: Sugar, Spice, Flamethrowers & Science
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
Her dreams always ended in blue.
She hated the color blue.
The dreams were of a girl who grew up to be a woman. Strong and smart. Who had so many friends and fought with all she had for good. Fought monsters with science and sometimes flamethrowers.
And died anyway.
Please Wesley, why can’t I stay?
“Let me stay!” she gasped as her world flashed blue she woke up in bed not Winifred Burkle, but Winifred Sola Lovegood.
She slipped out of bed and wandered down the hall into her mother’s room. She stared at her mother’s sleeping form for a moment before poking her gently.
“Mommy,” she whispered.
Luna opened her eyes instantly and held out her arms. Fred crawled into the warm bed with her.
“Did you dream again, my little sunbeam?” she questioned gently.
“Yes,” she whispered back her voice breaking as she remembered how this one had ended. The memory of the pain had faded but whenever she closed her eyes Fred feared she would be swallowed by blue.
“Please, tell me the story again,” she whispered looking up at her Mommy; her only safe place, the only one who could make all the blue go away.
“Of course,” she said smiling and stroking her hair soothingly. Luna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Mommy always closed her eyes when she told the story of the other Fred. “Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived all alone in a horrible cave - so far from home that it made her chest hurt. And every day in that horrible cave, the girl tried to figure out a way to escape. None of her plans ever succeeded of course and she'd almost given up hopin' when one day, just like in a fairy tale, a handsome man rode up on a horse and saved her……”
Fred felt something deep inside her seem to both fill up and relax at the same time as she heard the familiar words. This was the beginning part. The other Winifred had many stories but this is where it began - not really because she had been a kid once too like Fred and everyone else and Fred liked those stories as well. But her favorites adventures were about after she had been rescued by the handsome man (who wasn’t only a man) and found friends who fought monsters together.
Fought the good fight. With a flamethrower. And science.
With those thoughts she smiled and finally drifted back off to sleep.
A/N: In case you were wondering the story of Fred is quoted from the Angel episode Fredless.