Dream Fiction
by Minion

RATING: FRT [V] [AU]

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well, here ya go. A bit of knightly stuff. Some smoochies and lots of other stuff. Giles is in this, and he has a new woman. This one ain't gonna die or run away. So sorry everyone. Other than that, I hope y'all like it. Away we go.

DISCLAIMER: No Wes and Fred and Giles are not mine, and I didn't create them, but I am taking them out of the toybox for awhile and such. Lois, however, is mine.

"I thought we'd start off with something a little less difficult and esoteric," Giles told her, turning the book around so she could read the title.

The Complete Works of the Brothers Grimm.

"I do believe that this is Fred's book, but I don't think that she'll mind us borrowing it for tonight. After all, we do have clues to search for." He flipped the book open. "So where should we start?"

"How 'bout once upon a time...." Lois snuggled into Giles' embrace as he chuckled, flipping thru the pages.

"Once upon a time..." she heard rumble thru his chest as her fingers danced over his stomach for a moment. Then the story began, fitting considering where they had just been. Giles' voice lowered for his audience of one. Lois' eyes drifted shut, and as he spoke, the world dissolved, and she entered her imgination.

*****

Wesley stared at the moving curtains for a moment, picturing their wedding. It was the last thought as his mind slipped into the first peaceful sleep in weeks, Fred having already fallen into a dream state over an hour earlier. He just hoped it was as pleasant as his was going to hopefully be.

*****

He stood battle worn and weary on a dirt road some miles from the nearest town. The castle which he had to report to many miles away. His legs growing unstable, he stepped away from the main road, sliding down the trunk of a tree until his light armor clanged as he sat. Promising himself just a brief respite, he closed his eyes feeling the sunlight warm his face, the only sound being that of excited birds calling back and forth as he nodded off.

"I am not going with you!"

"The hell you're not!"

"Unhand me, you braggart!"

"BRAGGART?!"

He snapped out of his sleep, rubbing at his eyes. Not too far away from him, he noticed a horse, next to it a man and woman. She was not pleased from her posture. He was agitated, by the looks of him.

"If you had not insisted on leaving the castle walls, then we wouldn't be having this problem now, would we?" he asked and got smacked heavily for it.

Pushing off the ground, his bones creaked as bad as his armor.

"When we return, I am going to see to it that you never do another royal escort again," she puffed.

"That would be a blessing in disguise," he snarled before noticing that they were not alone. "Forgive me for interrupting your slumber."

"No appology necessary. I had not meant to slumber for so long," the older man spoke.

"Wesley Wyndam-Pryce," the young man said, extending his hand. "This would be Princess Winifred." He tilted his head in Fred's direction before shaking hands with the older gentleman.

"Rupert de Montefort Giles." He nodded in the direction of the princess. There was faint talk about battle and the castle before they decided that if they were heading in the same direction, they may has well travel together.

"You may place your armor on the horse if you wish. I am through arguing with the princess about at least riding part of the way back to the castle."

Giles was more than happy to get rid of the heavy burden while explaining briefly what had lead him to now. As the trio walked, flanked by the burdened horse, the sky turned crimson. The magic battles had begun again. They would need shelter quickly. There was no telling what would occur when the magicians warred.

There was a well worn path that lead into the woods. Deciding that it was their only option, they made their way to thru the forest, happening upon a small cottage. Rapping on the door, there was no answer, and the sky began to crackle. Hating to intrude but having no other choice, Wesley ushered Winifred indoors as Giles saw to the horse.

"What are we going to do now? Go back there? Never," Winifred said slumping down into a nearby chair.

"What would you have me do? Defy the council? Your life was not meant to run, Winifred. You are heir to the throne. It is your duty. Mine leads me on another path. They will continue to look for you. They will send others who are not as understanding as I." He sat across from her, placing his sword down on the table between them. "If there were anything I could do, I would. You know that. You have known that for awhile."

"There is something you can do. Something that I can not ask. It is foolish and selfish of me to even think it." Her face fell, and her hair then blocked her from his questioning gaze.

"Winifred....we may not see eye to eye on matters, but I do only have two callings. One to the church, and the other is to you." She would not return her gaze to him. Silence fell between them as the sky cracked with thunder.

A slight rain almost like mist came from above. The horse was calm, and the armor was covered with a heavy blanket.

"S'cuse me," he heard from behind him. Turning, he noticed a woman with drenched hair and a parcel of some sort clutched to her chest. He explained quickly what had occurred. "Please, all of you may stay here. It is just no one ever comes out here. Forgive my manners. My name is Lois." She wiped her hand across her dress, trying to alleviate the precepitation.

"Giles." He extended his hand to her and brought it to his lips for a kiss before gently returning her hand to her side. "Is there some way I might assist you?"

She grinned up and held her package out to him. "Could you carry this for me? I feel like a drowned rat."

"Certainly." He took her package and walked with her into the home. Wesley was on his feet instantly. "Wesley, Winifred, may I introduce our hostess, Lois."

The door closed behind them. Wesley offered a greeting followed shortly by Fred. "Why don't I show all of you to a room you could use to change into something that hasn't been soaked through before I make something for all of us to eat." They all thanked her each in turn. Lois took them up the short stairs to the guest room.

After showing them where they could clean up, she walked downstairs. Her package was nothing fancy, just some meat from the nearest peddler. Once in awhile, she wanted to have something special out here in the sticks. Tonight, it seemed appropriate. She had knights to entertain. Dashing off to the kitchen, she set about to make her guests feel at home while they freshened up.

It did not take long for Giles to reapear. She almost dropped way too much seasoning into the pot when she saw him. His green shirt matching the tint of his eyes, the pants...well that was just not the place a proper woman should be gazing at. Turning away, she blushed but not before making note that his spikey messed up hair was just irresistable.

He came up behind her and asked if there was some way that he may help. She showed him the cutting board, and he went over, happily chopping away at everything she needed. Upstairs, an entirely different situation was unfolding.

"Wesley, I need help. Without your help, I can't get this thing off. Come on. I know you won't peak too much." She chuckled.

"Not bloody funny, Winifred." Wesley tossed his armor down in the corner and tugged off his wet shirt, replacing it with another before making his way to stand behind her. "Are you certain?" he asked, his breath floating down the nape of her neck. She simply nodded, holding still as his fingers traced down her neck a moment before finding the tiny buttons with his fingers. "Why do they make this so complicated?" he asked working away.

"Because it keeps men from taking advanatage." She could feel him staring at her. "Well, it does. It takes awhile to get everything undone. By then most men would be passed out or had given up. It's a long standing defense mechanism."

Wesley chortled. "Fashionable and functional. Brilliant."

Downstairs, the kitchen was a disaster. From steam, the smell of cooking vegetables and meat simmering on the stove. The real disaster coming from a frustrated duo of flour-covered bakers. The dough treating them unfairly, they had resorted to taking out their frustration on each other. Now a flour-covered hostess and an equally floured gentleman laughed uncontrollably from opposite sides of the table where the finally relenting dough sat. Lois pushed it into the oven and shook her head.

"And you just changed. I appologize for getting carried away." Lois wiped at the flour on her arm as he came around the edge of the table. Before she could ask what he was staring at, she felt his hand come up to rest against her cheek, his thumb obviously trying to rub away the stains of flour that had to be across her face. She reached up hesitantly and ruffled his hair, watching the white dust drift out of his hair.

Outside, the war raged between the Nightsisters and the Warlocks. The sky a blood red, the rain taking on the color of congealed blood as the creatures of the forest scampered about frantically in fear. This had been a pattern for the last month. Ever since the King had mysteriously fallen ill. With no one to police the normal goings on, the more powerful members of the realm were now flexing their muscles for superiority. Mainly, the normal citizens returned to their homes to ride it out. Those unlucky enough to be knights of the realm actually attempted to put a stop to the insanity.

Inside the house, Wesley held his breath and tried to ignore the fact that he was now staring at the almost entirely bare back of Winifred. A few buttons remaining, her dress began to slip down her shoulders. He reached up quickly, clamping the dress to her bare shoulders. "I think that shall do it, my lady. If I am no longer needed, I will assist downstairs." He stepped back as her hands replaced his. She turned and kissed his cheek. Three shades of red, Wesley bowed slightly and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Counting to ten before walking downstairs.

Inside, Winifred giggled, stepping from her dress and looking about the room in search for something to wear, her eyes settling on the one thing she wanted to give a whirl.

Giles reached up covering her hand with his. He brought them down to rest against his chest. His eyes burning into her, and hers returning the favor. "May I?" he asked. She nodded nervously. He leaned down to her, trapping their hands as he rubbed her cheek one final time as their lips met.

They were startled apart by the approaching voice of Wesley, which was quickly drowned out by the roar of crackling above them.

"This is getting worse," Lois commented as Giles looked toward the door Wesley was now stepping thru.

"We should check the security of the house. You can never be overly cautious when one of these spats arises," Giles told the younger man.

With a nod, Wesley slipped out of the kitchen, heading towards the front door. Lois ran her fingers through Giles' hair one last time. "Go do the knightly protector thing. Dinner should be ready when you return."

He reached down for her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss before he exited the kitchen, leaving Lois to clean up the disaster and stir the pot. A few moments later, Winifred made her way down into the kitchen to find Lois, now changed into something new which seemed to suit her more than a billowy dress and cloak.

Winifred had opted to borrow one of Wesley's shirts and pants that tied together at the waist. It was excessively baggy, and the women laughed sitting down together.

"They went to check the outside of the house." Lois poured a glass of wine.

"If they find anything, don't worry. My Wesley is an excellent swordsman."

Lois sipped at her tea. "Your Wesley?"

Winifred blushed. "Not really my Wes. He's my guard, but well, I mean... he's just Wes, and well, he is here, and not yours, and well....you know what I mean."

Lois moved to remove the now done bread out of the oven. "I think I do. If I am thinking what you were thinking, I might be able to understand what you were trying to say with what little you said."

Outside, the house seemed secure. The sky shifted into a blazing orange color that continued to crackle with power. Wesley wiped his face, realizing he was now stained red as well as Giles. They looked like they had killed a dragon by gutting it.

"Do you see anything?" Giles called out.

"Not a thing. Should we head back inside?" Wesley roared back over the clashes. Noticing Giles now unmoving gaze, Wes turned around to see a sea of creatures heading their way rapidly.

"Back to the house!" Giles roared as the noise from above became deafening. They slammed the door shut behind them. Giles leaned up against the door, breathing heavily, as Wesley pulled a trunk in front of it. Then more furniture until he and Giles slid down to the floor, listening to the creatures howl and bash against the door. With a look to each other, they vaulted up heading for the kitchen, hoping all was at least well there.

"I wonder what all the commotion is?" Winifred asked, getting to her feet. She was about to open the door when it swung open quickly, startling both women. Their hands leapt to cover their now frantically beating hearts, their eyes wide with shock at the men's appearance.

"It's not safe here. We may have to leave," Giles mentioned.

"Sir Giles is right. This is not like before. Something has changed." Wesley walked towards the table.

The women moved together and stared at them. Giles' eyes peered downward and noticed the mess that he was in. Wesley opting for the same choice and noticing that he too looked repulsive. "The rain is like blood. Or it least it was before the sky changed color."

Winifred walked over finding the apron and started wiping the blood off of his face. "What color is it now? It better be blue with big puffy white clouds."

He rested his hand on her hip. "No, sorry. It's a nice tinge of orange."

"Orange?" Lois asked, wanting to look outside and see for herself.

Giles' arm came to block her from opening the window. "That would not be wise. There are monsters outside the house, something that neither I nor Sir Wesley have ever encountered before."

"All right. Why don't we go get the two of you cleaned up? Dinner can wait for a few minutes at least."

Reluctantly, they agreed as the women pushed them up the stairs and into separate rooms. Meeting out in the hall, Winifred and Lois shared winks. They had them right where they wanted them, and with any luck, a lot of curiosity was about to be answered; with an orange sky and beasties on the doorstep, it just seemed like another day in the woods.

Knocking on the door to her own room, Lois laughed. Stepping inside, she found Giles still standing in the spot he had stood when she left. "Giles, your going to have to sit down. You're too tall for me."

He looked at her embarrassed. "I can not. I would ruin the furniture." He insisted.

"Well, I suppose you will just have to get rid of your clothing. I promise to mind my manners."

Wesley stood on the far side of the room with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. "I am more than capable of washing this...stuff. Off of my own body, might I add."

Winifred shoved him in the chest until he sat in the window ledge. "I let you take off my dress. Quit being a big baby."

"I am not," he insisted.

"You are. Now let me help, or you can go talk to the things outside."

Rolling his eyes, he lifted his shirt over his head.

Outside, the sky changed to black, the creatures outside howling with delight as their claws embedded themselves in the thick wood door of the home. It was then that their attention was shifting to another more appealing pursuit.

"How did this happen?" Lois asked, having cleared off the blood from his face and neck, he having taken care of his hands in the basin.

"Those things...claws..." he commented, bringing up quite the vivid picture of their snarling faces and crimson-covered claws. "We barely made it indoors."

Lois' face sank in that moment. "They ruined dinner. Great timing for another one of those stupid fights. When will it ever end, Giles? When?" she asked gently, wiping at the long scratches across his chest as he gasped. "I don't know. Without the King, there is no order."

She touched a tender spot, and he winced in pain. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault. You didn't cause this."

"No, but I am not doing much better at making you feel better." Lois felt his hand cup her cheek, and she turned into it.

"You are. If not for the fact that the world may end any moment I would suggest that maybe you and I might have a walk sometime. If you are interested, that is."

Lois kissed the wrist of the hand her face was cuddled against. "I would like that very much, Sir Giles."

"Hold still!" She commanded. Wesley froze, squirming now having fled him at the sound of her anger-filled voice. "Thank you." Her brow now revealing her concentration. Having gotten his face clean and his arms, his hands had been the worst. After all of the fighting that had been done in the last year, his hands had become rough and calloused. The blood needing to be scrubbed out of his skin. That is what had started his squirming.

Normally, he had on thick black gloves, but they had not expected a fight. With a heavy sigh, she released his hands. "All right, what are we going to do now?" she asked.

"We are going to do nothing." He stood. She tossed him a glare. "I am going to find something respectable to wear, and you are going to tell me why you are sporting my favorite jerkin."

Winifred crossed her arms and leaned back. "Not a chance."

Wesley shook his head and rooted through his things, finding a shirt and then his last remaining pants.

"Come on. Don't get all shy on me. I just was treated to your very smashing chest, but I am curious as to what you've got hidden under there." She pointed at his soaked pants.

His jaw fell slack. "This is not entirely fair. You are a princess, destined to marry a King and, here you are teasing me about my rather nakedness. Or what little there is left before I am entirely."

She giggled. "Come on, Wes. We've known each other forever. I'd kind of like to see what I am suppose to see eons from now."

Wide-eyed, he turned to face her. "It's not right."

"What's not right," she began, pushing off the ledge, "is that I have to return to a life that is not mine. A life I want nothing to do with. I don't want to marry that man. I don't want maids and money and all of the junk when I would rather give it to people who really need it. Give, well..." She walked over and stood before him, tossing his shirt behind him along with the pants. "Myself, to someone who doesn't really want me. Doesn't really love me."

Wesley stopped the hands that were now freely roaming his chest. "No, you can't. We can't."

"Why not? If the king never recovers, then who really cares?" she pouted, her dark brown eyes making him feel as if he were sinking into an abyss.

"THe King will awaken, then where would we both be?" She noticed his change of thinking. Noticed what she had thought was between them a long time ago now bubbling to the surface. "We would both be hung."

"So what?" she asked, her hand breaking free and resting on his neck rubbing gently. "I don't want to live every day of my life knowing that I am married to a man who isn't you."

There was a God awful noise that drifted over the already brimming chaos. Wesley and Winifred leapt apart, Wesley struggling to get into clothing as she ran to the window. Looking down, she stumbled backward with a horror-stricken face. Not paying attention, she bowled Wesley over, and they fell onto the bed.

"Winifred?" he asked as she shivered. He tried to snap her out of it. She pointed toward the window in silence. Getting up, pulling his shirt over his head, he gazed out of the window and took a step back himself. "The horse."

Giles was out in the hall when he overheard Wesley's comment from behind the door. He and Lois entered and looked over Wesley and out to the ground. "We need to leave here," Giles insisted, moving away from the window to gather the weapons that they had in the house, anything that they could take with them. He turned, noticing that the others were staring out of the window. "We have to leave here, at once."

They turned around. "How?" they all asked at the same time.

"My horse is dinner," Wesley snarled. Winifred clung to his arm, looking mortified.

"The roof. We will have to make a run for it. If we stay here, we are desert." Giles tossed Wesley his things.

"You are right." Wesley caught the bag and began pulling on the light armor and attaching weapons. He handed a dagger to Winifred, who busily pulled her hair back.

Giles waved Lois over. He handed her some of his things. "It's us or them, luv."

"Them," she decided easily. Holding onto the dagger and tossing the bag over her neck, she was ready. When all four of them were ready, they headed towards the ladder that would lead them out onto the patchwork roof. From there, they would have to remain silent, look for an opening and the leap down to the ground before making a mad sprint for their lives.

When Winfred and Wesley helped each other stand on the roof, Giles took Lois' hand, stopping her for a moment. "I am sorry that you have been brought into this."

Lois laughed, shaking her head. "Ok, if you weren't here, I'd already be beastie food. Having you here is a good thing, remember? Besides, you owe me a walk, and I am going to cash in later." Kissing his cheek, she reached up for Wesley's hand as he hauled her up to her feet.

Giles was the last to arrive roofside. Once on the roof, they took a look around, finding that the forest seemed to be moving. That meant only one thing, more of those things.

"There is one thing. It may not work. It is all we have left," Wesley insisted. Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulled out a roughly cut ruby stone. He held it in his palm, a soft glow began to ebb like a pulse. They watched as the creatures whined and slashed below, some hopping up and getting their claws stomped on by the brutal foot of Giles.

"It's useless. Either he is dead or can not come here."

"He who?" Winfred asked.

"Gaheris." Wesley looked skyward and then down in defeat. "Stay behind us. We will try to keep them away as long as we can."

Wesley and Giles stood before them and unsheathed their swords. With a look at each other, they glanced backward. The women came up and rested their cheeks against their backs until they heard a blood curdling roar from above.

Out of the darkened sky, a streak of fire singed the ground before the house. In a span of a few short moments, the creatures wailed in pain. The forest seemed to still, the only sounds were the crackling and popping of the fire. Giles held his sword in front of him as he was faced with a dragon. There were supposedly none left; the last had long been killed in the battle of Aragon.

"Everyone, Gaheris. Gaheris, everyone," Wesley introduced as the dragon snorted fire below. "Come on. It's safe," Wesley insisted.

He lifted the women onto the back of the dragon. Then he hopped up, extending his hand to a shocked and speechless Giles. Once everyone was on board, they clung to each other and the dragon. With an enormous flap from its wings, they went skyward into darkness.

Below them, they watched the hoards cover the once peaceful land of their home. Buildings destroyed, people running in fear, corpses scattered like a domino effect across the plains. Winifred held fiercly to Wesley as the dragon climbed higher to avoid the trees that were ahead.

"Where are we going?" Giles asked, taking hold of Lois' wrist as she slipped slightly. She clutched her arms around his waist afraid to fall back down to ground zero.

"I think a visit to the Nightsisters is in order."

Before them stood Mount Aragon. Once home to the dragons, abandoned for years after their death, now the home to the waging war. Sparks shot out in all directions, the land looking like a barren wasteland. Gaheris set down in what appeared to be the only spot untouched by disaster. Everyone slid off the scaley back to gather themselves. Their eyes cast upward as a woman's body shot through the air and was enveloped in flames. Wesley rubbed Gaheris' neck before the dragon settled at their feet.

"Pet?" Winifred asked.

"Not likely," Wesley smirked.

"Why in the world were we riding a horse when we could have gone dragon?"

That gathered a laugh, but as the battle waged on, they began their long trip up the side of the mountain, dodging ocassional stray shots, falling ash, even at one point some form of candy sprinkled from the skies.

When they reached the main hall, they had no plan. How were they going to stop a band of sadistic witches and warlocks? They were only mortal. The Knights turned and faced their friends.

"Stay here, even if something happens to either or us, or both. There is no where safe below," Giles insisted. They were going to protest, but they all knew he was right. "Don't worry. I have an engagement I can not be late for." Giles pulled Lois into his arms.

"And I must finish a previous conversation, which was rudely interrupted." Wesley took Winifred's hand in his, and with a deep breath, his eyes locked with hers. "I know, and I agree." Her eyes lit up, and he smiled before giving her an infinitely sweet kiss that unfortunatley was interrupted by the rumbling of the ground beneath them. With a glance over, their shoulders they knew it was time.

"Stay here." Giles kissed Lois gently.

"Not moving," she said sadly, caressing his cheek.

"Winifred..." Wesley began.

She rested a finger to his parted lips. "I know. Always have."

Giles and Wesley stepped into the room. The battling continued as they went unnoticed. Walking further into the room, they took stock of the damage. Many of the people lay unconcious or near dead. For what? Land? Title? It made no sense. Then again, power trips never did. There were two left, both noticing the mortals in their wake.

"Apparently now they have something in common." Wesley brought his sword in front of him.

"Us." Giles understood.

The witch and the warlock cast spells in their direction. Wesley hacked at vines that sprouted from the floor, threatening to over take him. He slashed and cut until his arms grew heavy, the vines continuing to come. Giles found himself standing in front of a razor beast, its teeth covered in thick mucous that dripped from its drooling mouth. It charged and scraped at Giles, who tried to outmaneuver it. The witch and the warlock began sizing each other up again.

With a fierce kick to the ribs, the razor beast whined in pain, slumping down with its last breath. Giles turned and hacked his way to Wesley, pulling the young man out of the green prison. Now breathless, sweaty and highly agitated, the two knights of the realm squared off against the magicians.

The vines continued to grow at an alarming rate, the sky continued to crackle with power as Lois and Winifred clung to each other, cringing every time Giles or Wes barely moved out of the way before something disasterous occcured. The last near miss would have had Wesley burned alive. The witch and the warlock appeared to be tiring, a sign of good at least. The witch sent forth a flurry of birds that attempted to peck away at Wesley. With a satisfied smile, she relaxed, her mistake.

While Giles pulled himself out of a pit that had opened up beneath his feet, the warlock had been waiting for his opening. Now that he had it, he unleashed a bolt of lighting that sizzled the Nightsister into thin air. Overjoyed, he roared with delight before something snatched onto his leg. Looking down, he noticed that the vines had ensnared him. His spells not countering the vine, he was being dragged towards the pit.

The birds continued to peck at Wesley while Giles managed to haul himself out of the pit, his chest now resting on solid ground. The warlock begged for help as he felt the ground giving way beneath him. Giles pulled himself out finally, laying flat against the floor. He reached for the warlock, but it was too late. The vine whipped the warlock in the air like a rag doll and let him go over the pit to fall to his death. The pit closed; the vine fell limp with a thud. The birds flew out of the hole in the wall, and Wesley collapsed to his knees as the sky turned a brilliant shade of blue with the sunrise.

Winifred and Lois took a moment to look about them, then, casting aside their uncertainty, they dashed to where Giles and Wesley lay. Showering both men with kisses, they ended up laying on the stone floor, gazing up thru the hole in the room as the laughing quartet was bathed in sunlight.

*****

A harsh light brought Wesley's arm up to cover his eyes. He really did detest morning. Or at least the part in which the sunlight crept in thru the curtains. Fred stirred against his chest.

"Good morning," he whispered to her. She smiled and mumbled that it was still sleep time. Not wanting to argue with his fiance, he settled down again, feeling her fingers idly brushing against his chest.

"Would you believe that I dreamt we were stuck in that Hitchcock film? The Birds?" Fred asked gazing, up at him.

"I had one much worse. You remember that horror film where the house came alive, and inside the garden, the vines became posessed and started to kill the people within the home?" Wesley asked, and she nodded with a shudder. "Did we live?"

"What makes you think you were in it?" she asked, masking her amusement.

"Only hoping. After all, our wedding is mere days away."

With beaming smiles, they leaned together for a good morning kiss that seemed to stretch out for hours.

*****

Down the hall, Lois mumbled and accidently knocked the book onto the floor. Peasant girl, good looking knight. Dragon limo service. All in a good book, Lois thought, snuggling up to her Giles.

Witches and Warlocks. Why could I have not stuck with the latin dictionary? he asked himself but felt Lois stir against him. "Sorry about not finishing the story, luv. Must have been far more lethargic than I had assumed."

Lois propped herself up with her elbow. "That's all right. I finished the story myself."

"How did it end?" he asked curiously.

"You and I, well...we ended up snogging in a forest somewhere on a long walk, and well, Wesley and Fred lived happily ever after."

© June 2002

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