Blue Moon Rising: Fanfic: "Hearts" by Hjmugillecuty

RATING: FRC [GF]

SUMMARY: Hearts don't get in the way.

SPOILERS: Up to and including "Sacrifice".

PAIRING: Wes/Fred

DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me; they belong to their original creators and I make no profit.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Archive permission granted as always to Whole New World and Blue Moon Rising. Enjoy.

Fred's POV:

Hearts don't get in the way. Hearts are what make the way worthwhile. We've been leaving hearts behind today. We ran from the hotel leaving Connor bruised, bloody and unconscious in the street. We completely forgot Cordelia, alone in her room, stuck in a coma. Angel was acting like we shouldn't care anymore. He's forgetting that it is the caring that makes us who we are.

We are fighting for our own lives but also for Connor and Cordelia, for Faith and Willow, for everyone, everywhere. We're fighting to save the world; you have to care about it in order to fight for it. Even if you only care about four or five people, it still matters. We made a choice, a painful choice, to leave Connor and Cordelia behind. Our child and our friend, left behind under Jasmine's control. Left behind, to save us. Because someone who know the truth has to live through this.

We got lucky today. The universe decided to hand us a break. Wesley was captured by the one creature that could help us destroy Jasmine. He picked up on how to open the portal and urged Angel through it. Then he took his place next to me against the door. At that point, I moved closer because if it is my time to die, I want to die beside Wesley. It's the same reason I stayed next to him in the car. If we were going to be killed, at least I'd die next to the man I love.

Hearts don't get in the way. They make life clearer. My heart learned that Charles will use violence to achieve his goals, even against a young boy. Meanwhile, Wesley will use words, his mind and especially, his heart.

We ran out without weapons. The first one Wesley got, the Club™, he handed to me. So that I could protect myself from the demons and people that might surround us. So that if he died, I wouldn't have to.

The door is about to collapse, Angel has entered the portal. It's time, as Charles said, "for the fight scene." Wesley reaches over and squeezes my hand. I look up into his deep blue eyes and nod. He pulls me away as the door falls, ready to protect me with his 'sword' (a piece of pipe) and his heart. The heart I love and adore. The heart that has always protected me. And please may it continue to do so.

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