Blue Moon Rising: Fanfic: "Changes" by Hjmugillecuty

RATING: FRC [GF]

SUMMARY: Two pieces cut from the same cloth.

SPOILERS: Up to and including "Spin the Bottle".

PAIRING: Wes/Fred

DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me; they belong to their original creators

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I laughed so hard during "Spin the Bottle", but I was touched too. Archive permission granted as always to Whole New World and Blue Moon Rising. Enjoy.

Fred's POV:

I'm confused. I was drawn to Wesley and rather ignored Charles during the whole `incident' tonight. `Incident,' that's a good way to put it. One minute I was me at seventeen, full of conspiracy theories and trying to figure out what was going on, what kind of bizarre experiment we had fallen into. The next, I was twenty-seven again and the weight of everything Wesley, Charles and I had done tonight hit me.

I realized tonight how much I've changed since high school. Conspiracy theories actually make more sense then Pylea and what we deal with everyday. The others have changed too. I didn't realize Cordelia had been such a brat back then. I knew she was popular but didn't know she could be that mean. I guess having the visions has really mellowed her. Angel has changed most obviously, a result of living over 200 years, I'm sure. Not to mention the whole vampire with a soul thing. As Liam he seemed so vulnerable, believing so strongly in the way he thought his father saw him.

Charles hasn't changed much. He's still stubborn, trying to take charge of the world. He's brusque, but back then he seemed more assured in a leadership role, one that he's only taken with me since. And then Wesley. Out of all of us, he's probably changed the most. He's more self-assured, more confident about his life. But, he still had the answers and that made the young me drawn to him. He was the one who could make logical sense out of what seemed to be happening to us.

Wesley has always been the one with the answers. Answers that I'm sure I needed when I returned from Pylea. If I had let him help me, once I realized it hadn't been a dream or a story, I wouldn't be falling apart now. If I hadn't been afraid of the answers, and then afraid of Wesley, he and I would be together now. I've always known I loved him. We are kindred souls, two pieces cut from the same yard of cloth, meant to be sewn together to make a whole. The seventeen-year old me could sense it too; and since she was without the burdens of vengeance, betrayal, and Billy; she could act on it. And she did. His reaction to the "alien probe" theory and the way he protected her from Liam was proof that he sensed it too. So now, the twenty-seven-year old me is unsure of what to do next because reality has caught up with us.

I need sleep to figure this out or there will be more equations on the wall tomorrow.

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