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AtS Pre-Series: Wherever You're Going (Fred/Lindsey) FRT/PG-13
Title: Wherever You’re Going
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Fred/Lindsey
Word Count: 817
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG-13; angst, swearing
Setting: Pre-Series/AtS (probably classified as AU, but it could be canon.)
Summary: Fred and Lindsey are in an established relationship at a college somewhere in California.
Beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angelskuuipo. All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: Christian Kane’s song “Let Me Go” was the inspiration for this fic because I keep listening to it and it keeps making me wibble. I thought it would fit these two quite well.
There was something almost-Hollywood about lying on the soft plaid blanket in the back of Lindsey’s truck and watching the stars turn blurry as wisps of cigarette smoke ascended into the cool night air. In any case, it was certainly a step up from cramming for the Organic Chemistry test she had tomorrow. As far as Fred was concerned, Professor Harding would be better off changing her name to Satan given the 250 question tests she was known for making her students take. An hour-and-a-half was nowhere near long enough to get through that kind of insanity. Nowhere near.
“Babe?” Fred asked, feeling a crazy idea burn through her brain as she turned her head slightly to press a kiss against the hollow connecting his throat to his jaw. “What do you say we just get out of here? Just get in the car and drive? My mama and daddy are still in Texas. We could go visit or something.”
Lindsey gulped and squished the glowing ember tip of his Marlboro against the metal. It sizzled on contact but went out quickly. He’d known this moment was gonna come. Known that he was gonna have to pop their bubble by telling her that he was going off to Los Angeles tomorrow to start an internship at an up and coming law firm called Wolfram and Hart. He’d gotten an email a few weeks back from a man named Holland Manners and he knew he just had to grab the chance while it was still dangling in front of him. He also knew that this decision of his was going to break her heart, but there was no way he could justify letting her come with him no matter how hard she was probably going to beg when he told her.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Winnie,” Lindsey replied, choosing the smooth path of avoidance over the bumpy road of confession. “Don’t think your mama and daddy, as good as they are, would be too thrilled about their daughter showing up at home on Tuesday night when she’s supposed to be in school.”
Fred laughed a little, blowing bursts of warmth onto his neck. He was the only one in the world that called her Winnie. The only one she’d let call her that anyway. Anyone else who tried would feel the rough tread of her Skechers coming into contact with their ass. “I’m sure they won’t mind.”
“I’m sure they will,” Lindsey argued, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on a clenched fist. His girl was so impossible sometimes. “’Sides, that Chem test won’t take itself tomorrow.”
Wrinkles creased Fred’s forehead the moment Lindsey shifted away from her and she found herself pulling her body into a seated position. “I’m starting to guess there’s something you’re not telling me. What’s the probability that I’m wrong?”
“You’re not wrong,” Lindsey admitted, his eyes darkening. He didn’t mean to tell her this way, but he couldn’t think of any other to make the break cleaner. “I’m leaving tomorrow and I’m thinking it’s time we stop kidding around and start realizing that this isn’t going to work out.”
His words stung enough to bring a tear to the corner of her eye. “Are you kidding me? We’re breaking up?”
“I’m not good for you, Winnie. Never been. Hell, I’m keeping you from living up to that potential right now. ‘Sides, you know this world ain’t worth nothing if you don’t keep your grades up and you really ought to finish out your last year. I couldn’t stand the thought of making you lose out on that diploma.”
“I can transfer, you know,” Fred replied, frowning. “I’m betting wherever you’re heading has a college or something.”
Lindsey exhaled sharply, hating how hard this was, hating how much it was killing his heart to see the pain blossoming in her eyes. “Please, babe, just let me go. You’re gonna be better off, I promise.”
In that instant, Fred caught the look of regret flickering across his face and grabbed hold of it. “You’re so full of shit.”
Lindsey’s lips parted in shock, but she continued before he could say anything:
“I think you’re trying to be a tough guy and do the big, bad thing of saying goodbye. But really you’re just scared as hell and you don’t want to admit how much you love me or how much you need me. So take me with you. Wherever you’re going, we can go there together.”
He had to admit she was good. She’d somehow managed to reach into the recesses of his mind and find a man inside there that he wasn’t totally sure he could trust.
“Los Angeles it is, then.” Lindsey said softly, surrendering to her for what would undoubtedly not be the last time.
“Los Angeles it is,” Fred repeated with a smile.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series. I don’t.
Pairing: Fred/Lindsey
Word Count: 817
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG-13; angst, swearing
Setting: Pre-Series/AtS (probably classified as AU, but it could be canon.)
Summary: Fred and Lindsey are in an established relationship at a college somewhere in California.
Beta:
angelskuuipo. All other mistakes are mine.A/N: Christian Kane’s song “Let Me Go” was the inspiration for this fic because I keep listening to it and it keeps making me wibble. I thought it would fit these two quite well.
There was something almost-Hollywood about lying on the soft plaid blanket in the back of Lindsey’s truck and watching the stars turn blurry as wisps of cigarette smoke ascended into the cool night air. In any case, it was certainly a step up from cramming for the Organic Chemistry test she had tomorrow. As far as Fred was concerned, Professor Harding would be better off changing her name to Satan given the 250 question tests she was known for making her students take. An hour-and-a-half was nowhere near long enough to get through that kind of insanity. Nowhere near.
“Babe?” Fred asked, feeling a crazy idea burn through her brain as she turned her head slightly to press a kiss against the hollow connecting his throat to his jaw. “What do you say we just get out of here? Just get in the car and drive? My mama and daddy are still in Texas. We could go visit or something.”
Lindsey gulped and squished the glowing ember tip of his Marlboro against the metal. It sizzled on contact but went out quickly. He’d known this moment was gonna come. Known that he was gonna have to pop their bubble by telling her that he was going off to Los Angeles tomorrow to start an internship at an up and coming law firm called Wolfram and Hart. He’d gotten an email a few weeks back from a man named Holland Manners and he knew he just had to grab the chance while it was still dangling in front of him. He also knew that this decision of his was going to break her heart, but there was no way he could justify letting her come with him no matter how hard she was probably going to beg when he told her.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Winnie,” Lindsey replied, choosing the smooth path of avoidance over the bumpy road of confession. “Don’t think your mama and daddy, as good as they are, would be too thrilled about their daughter showing up at home on Tuesday night when she’s supposed to be in school.”
Fred laughed a little, blowing bursts of warmth onto his neck. He was the only one in the world that called her Winnie. The only one she’d let call her that anyway. Anyone else who tried would feel the rough tread of her Skechers coming into contact with their ass. “I’m sure they won’t mind.”
“I’m sure they will,” Lindsey argued, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on a clenched fist. His girl was so impossible sometimes. “’Sides, that Chem test won’t take itself tomorrow.”
Wrinkles creased Fred’s forehead the moment Lindsey shifted away from her and she found herself pulling her body into a seated position. “I’m starting to guess there’s something you’re not telling me. What’s the probability that I’m wrong?”
“You’re not wrong,” Lindsey admitted, his eyes darkening. He didn’t mean to tell her this way, but he couldn’t think of any other to make the break cleaner. “I’m leaving tomorrow and I’m thinking it’s time we stop kidding around and start realizing that this isn’t going to work out.”
His words stung enough to bring a tear to the corner of her eye. “Are you kidding me? We’re breaking up?”
“I’m not good for you, Winnie. Never been. Hell, I’m keeping you from living up to that potential right now. ‘Sides, you know this world ain’t worth nothing if you don’t keep your grades up and you really ought to finish out your last year. I couldn’t stand the thought of making you lose out on that diploma.”
“I can transfer, you know,” Fred replied, frowning. “I’m betting wherever you’re heading has a college or something.”
Lindsey exhaled sharply, hating how hard this was, hating how much it was killing his heart to see the pain blossoming in her eyes. “Please, babe, just let me go. You’re gonna be better off, I promise.”
In that instant, Fred caught the look of regret flickering across his face and grabbed hold of it. “You’re so full of shit.”
Lindsey’s lips parted in shock, but she continued before he could say anything:
“I think you’re trying to be a tough guy and do the big, bad thing of saying goodbye. But really you’re just scared as hell and you don’t want to admit how much you love me or how much you need me. So take me with you. Wherever you’re going, we can go there together.”
He had to admit she was good. She’d somehow managed to reach into the recesses of his mind and find a man inside there that he wasn’t totally sure he could trust.
“Los Angeles it is, then.” Lindsey said softly, surrendering to her for what would undoubtedly not be the last time.
“Los Angeles it is,” Fred repeated with a smile.
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Looks like you managed to get some writing done after all, ma'am!
Gabrielle
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As for writing, I think getting this out might have been the ticket I needed to get back on the HOO train.
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Gabrielle
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*beams happily* Lindsey & Fred are so cute together, and one of the few het pairing I like, so double bonus points for you my darling! :)
*kisses* xxx
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*squishes*
Thanks for reading.
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Love your header by the way. Hotness.
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This was wonderful. I liked it a lot.
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They're just so great together - and you know they must be, or why else would I like a HET pairing?!?! :P
So bittersweet, and I like what a pistol Fred is.
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I had a feeling I'd be able to entice you into reading this as I remember we've talked about the Fred/Lindsey love before.
I thought Fred fit the pistol role well. :)
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*hugs*
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