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Chapter 90
Deja Vu
Pairing: Fred/Groo
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 16 January 2005
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 90
The river bank near Fred’s village - a year ago
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“You’re falling for him, aren’t you, Sweetie?” Lorne said as Fred took the last item of clothing off the makeshift washing line and dropped it into the basket Lorne was holding. It was more of a statement than a question.
Fred looked up at him and frowned.
“How can you tell?” she asked.
“I haven’t heard you sing in months,” Lorne said by way of explanation. “You’re afraid of what I’ll see…”
“Am I that obvious?” she asked, taking the basket from him and setting off toward the village.
“Well, no, Sweetie, you’re not,” Lorne said. “It took me a while to work it out… Does he know?”
“I haven’t said anything,” she said.
She looked away for a moment before continuing.
“Lorne, do you think he’s in love with me?”
Lorne was sure of it. He’d been hoping she wouldn’t notice…
“Yes, Sweetie, I do.”
… but he couldn’t lie to her.
“I’m not sure, Lorne,” she said, pausing in her tracks. “You don’t think he… you know… is still thinking of her when he sees me?”
“Oh, I don’t think he’s ever going to forget her, Pumpkin,” Lorne said with a sigh. “Or stop loving her… but that doesn’t mean he can’t have feelings for you as well…”
She nodded.
“… I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
“I think he’s finally come to accept she was never in love with him though,” Fred said, “don’t you?”
“He’s known that for a long while, Sweetie,” Lorne replied.
It was why he’d left when he did. Lorne wasn’t sure though whether he might be hoping things would be different one day. Of course, back in LA in 2004 the question would have been academic. Here, where it was still possible she could turn up at any time… alive and well… who knew what might happen if the two met up again?
Lorne had told Fred all about Angel and Spike’s relationship. Whatever feelings Angel had had for Cordelia he wasn’t in love with her… not in the true sense. There was only one person Angel had ever really loved and that was Spike. If they were ever all reunited one day - and that possibility was starting to look less and less likely - there was still a chance, given time, she might come round but did Groo realise that?
“But even if he does, what future is there for us?” Fred asked.
Fred still lived in the hope they’d be rescued one day. Lorne wasn’t so sure. He knew what she meant though. If they were rescued, Fred was convinced Groo wouldn’t be going with them. He had too many responsibilities here, especially since he’d been instrumental in overthrowing the Trombli regime last year. He wouldn’t desert his people not even for the woman he loved - he hadn’t before and he wouldn’t this time.
It was the only explanation. Why else would Groo be keeping his distance from her, feeling as he so obviously did? He knew she belonged in LA and she’d be returning there one day. He didn’t want to make leaving any harder for her than it had to be...
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“Ooo!” Fred squealed as they neared the village.
Lorne had heard the noise too: villagers shouting and cheering.
“The hunters are back,” Fred said. “I wonder what they’ve brought for the feast?”
As they rounded the corner by the village hall, Lorne could see two men carrying an animal tied to a pole the ends of which were balanced on their shoulders. They were approaching the dais in the middle of the square where a wooden frame had been set up above a trough. He knew what this meant…
“Mind if I sit this one out, Sweetie?”
It wouldn’t be so bad if they killed it first but festival tradition demanded they drain the animal’s blood while it was still alive. The sound last year’s offering made would haunt Lorne for the rest of his life.
“I’ve never seen such a large beast,” Fred said, her eyes fixed on the animal. “Not in the two years we’ve lived here…”
“You know how squeamish I am…” Lorne continued, “but you stay, if you want, Darling. I’ll just take the laundry…”
Fred handed him the basket without taking her eyes off the scene before them.
“I’ll have this lot folded and put away in no time,” he added. “Give me twenty minutes, Sweetie, and there’ll be a pot of tea brewing,” assuming the fire hadn’t gone out again.
“Thank you, Lorne,” Fred said. “You really do spoil me. I don’t deserve a friend like you…”
“Oh, nonsense, Sweetie.”
She deserved much better than this…
“I’m only offering to make tea… not slaughter that… whatever it is…”
He shivered and turned away from the scene which had Fred captivated.
“Use that herb we found the other day,” she called after him, “the one that tastes like camomile.”
Lorne glanced over his shoulder to reply and saw the source of her fascination. It wasn’t the beast but rather the man about to cut its throat: the Groosalugg.
He hadn’t thought of him all day but Wesley’s face suddenly popped into Lorne’s mind. He wondered where he was now and what he was doing. Whatever it was, he hoped he’d get his act together and get here soon. Lorne feared he might not be able to keep them apart much longer.
**************
Pairing: Fred/Groo
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 16 January 2005
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 90
The river bank near Fred’s village - a year ago
**************
“You’re falling for him, aren’t you, Sweetie?” Lorne said as Fred took the last item of clothing off the makeshift washing line and dropped it into the basket Lorne was holding. It was more of a statement than a question.
Fred looked up at him and frowned.
“How can you tell?” she asked.
“I haven’t heard you sing in months,” Lorne said by way of explanation. “You’re afraid of what I’ll see…”
“Am I that obvious?” she asked, taking the basket from him and setting off toward the village.
“Well, no, Sweetie, you’re not,” Lorne said. “It took me a while to work it out… Does he know?”
“I haven’t said anything,” she said.
She looked away for a moment before continuing.
“Lorne, do you think he’s in love with me?”
Lorne was sure of it. He’d been hoping she wouldn’t notice…
“Yes, Sweetie, I do.”
… but he couldn’t lie to her.
“I’m not sure, Lorne,” she said, pausing in her tracks. “You don’t think he… you know… is still thinking of her when he sees me?”
“Oh, I don’t think he’s ever going to forget her, Pumpkin,” Lorne said with a sigh. “Or stop loving her… but that doesn’t mean he can’t have feelings for you as well…”
She nodded.
“… I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
“I think he’s finally come to accept she was never in love with him though,” Fred said, “don’t you?”
“He’s known that for a long while, Sweetie,” Lorne replied.
It was why he’d left when he did. Lorne wasn’t sure though whether he might be hoping things would be different one day. Of course, back in LA in 2004 the question would have been academic. Here, where it was still possible she could turn up at any time… alive and well… who knew what might happen if the two met up again?
Lorne had told Fred all about Angel and Spike’s relationship. Whatever feelings Angel had had for Cordelia he wasn’t in love with her… not in the true sense. There was only one person Angel had ever really loved and that was Spike. If they were ever all reunited one day - and that possibility was starting to look less and less likely - there was still a chance, given time, she might come round but did Groo realise that?
“But even if he does, what future is there for us?” Fred asked.
Fred still lived in the hope they’d be rescued one day. Lorne wasn’t so sure. He knew what she meant though. If they were rescued, Fred was convinced Groo wouldn’t be going with them. He had too many responsibilities here, especially since he’d been instrumental in overthrowing the Trombli regime last year. He wouldn’t desert his people not even for the woman he loved - he hadn’t before and he wouldn’t this time.
It was the only explanation. Why else would Groo be keeping his distance from her, feeling as he so obviously did? He knew she belonged in LA and she’d be returning there one day. He didn’t want to make leaving any harder for her than it had to be...
***************
“Ooo!” Fred squealed as they neared the village.
Lorne had heard the noise too: villagers shouting and cheering.
“The hunters are back,” Fred said. “I wonder what they’ve brought for the feast?”
As they rounded the corner by the village hall, Lorne could see two men carrying an animal tied to a pole the ends of which were balanced on their shoulders. They were approaching the dais in the middle of the square where a wooden frame had been set up above a trough. He knew what this meant…
“Mind if I sit this one out, Sweetie?”
It wouldn’t be so bad if they killed it first but festival tradition demanded they drain the animal’s blood while it was still alive. The sound last year’s offering made would haunt Lorne for the rest of his life.
“I’ve never seen such a large beast,” Fred said, her eyes fixed on the animal. “Not in the two years we’ve lived here…”
“You know how squeamish I am…” Lorne continued, “but you stay, if you want, Darling. I’ll just take the laundry…”
Fred handed him the basket without taking her eyes off the scene before them.
“I’ll have this lot folded and put away in no time,” he added. “Give me twenty minutes, Sweetie, and there’ll be a pot of tea brewing,” assuming the fire hadn’t gone out again.
“Thank you, Lorne,” Fred said. “You really do spoil me. I don’t deserve a friend like you…”
“Oh, nonsense, Sweetie.”
She deserved much better than this…
“I’m only offering to make tea… not slaughter that… whatever it is…”
He shivered and turned away from the scene which had Fred captivated.
“Use that herb we found the other day,” she called after him, “the one that tastes like camomile.”
Lorne glanced over his shoulder to reply and saw the source of her fascination. It wasn’t the beast but rather the man about to cut its throat: the Groosalugg.
He hadn’t thought of him all day but Wesley’s face suddenly popped into Lorne’s mind. He wondered where he was now and what he was doing. Whatever it was, he hoped he’d get his act together and get here soon. Lorne feared he might not be able to keep them apart much longer.
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