Funnier in Latin
Summary: Willow's thoughts of Fred during Orpheus.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS and Angel belong to Joss Whedon.
Author's Note: My response to the 200 Word Uber-Quickie Challenge at WitchsLoveFanfic@yahoogroups.com.
When Fred and I talked on the phone, it was all business; details and
specifics describing her research approach on how to re-soul a vampire who had
misplaced theirs in a mystical mason jar. I had been impressed and was sure
she had covered all the bases, not even positive I would have much to
contribute. Whoever this girl was, Angel had found a top notch researcher.
And here she is, in front of me, all babbling and adorable in her Texas twang.
That should be the last thing on my mind. Angel is soulless, Faith is dying
upstairs, and yet another apocalypse is approaching. Not too mention, I’m not
to sure how I feel about Kennedy in my still slightly painful post Tara
existence. I should be too busy to even allow myself to wonder about someone I
had just met a couple hours ago. But it feels like Fred and I were separated
at birth. We speak the same language, cursed with a tongue that can run as
fast as our brains.
Perhaps if we make it through all of the upcoming "end of the world" events, a
summer visit ought to be in order. ‘Cause you can never have too many friends.
Cute or otherwise.