paradisalost | What Dreams May Come

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What Dreams May Come

WHO Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and various people (Ray Stantz)
WHAT Visits to the sleeping Fred.
WHERE Hyperion Tower. Fred's room, other rooms too if people want?
WHEN Anytime during the ten days that Fred's on her loss.
NOTES Treat it as an open party post, create your own subthreads if wanted. I just figured some people might like to check on Fred, catch up with other friends of hers. Mill around, stop the jigglypuff from drawing faces on Fred or making more people fall asleep or whatever. XD Prose or action spam is welcome.
WARNINGS G, I presume.

Wes sighed and rubbed at his eyes, placing a bookmark in the copy of Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov that he'd been reading. He glanced over at Fred's sleeping form, then sighed softly. Even though he knew it wasn't anyone's fault, that it was just another temporary castle loss, there was still that nagging regret that he'd gone a whole day without talking to her. Hadn't noticed or sensed that anything might be wrong. Perhaps that was why he was now spending so much time keeping a vigil. Wanting to be there when she finally woke up again. To apologise. To reassure himself that she was going to be fine. He missed her. As did a great deal other people. Even though she wasn't gone, he could feel the lack of her. No doubt the others did too.

He stood up, then bent over the bed to straighten the covers again, even though they didn't really need adjusting. A kiss to the forehead for his sleepy beauty. Stifling a yawn he considered going to fetch a cup of coffee. A faint rustling noise caused him to glance off to the side. It was that strange creature again. Sometimes it floated in mid air, sometimes it started singing. He wasn't quite sure what to make if it. Some might find it cute, but Wes found it a bit on the annoying side, to be honest. Still, it was apparently a parting gift from Lorne for Fred and thus was allowed to stay in her room. Right now it was inching closer to him, humming softly.

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Ray had only briefly talked to Harmony, but he knew that if anyone would have figured out what had happened to Fred, it would be Wes ... so after getting some lunch, he turned his steps toward their tower. He checked Wes' room first, and found it empty, so he tried the next logical conclusion - hunting down Fred's door and knocking, politely.

Wes tucked his book under his arm and turned to see who it was. It was Ray, who'd presumably come to check on Fred.

"Hello. I'm afraid there's been no change yet."

"At least no news is good news, and she's not sick or anything?" Ever the optimist, Ray shrugs apologetically as he wanders in. "D'you need me to take a turn watching her so you can go get some food, or something?"

"She doesn't seem to be. I suppose in some ways it's much like those enchantments in the fairy tales." He glanced back at Fred for a moment, clearly reluctant to leave her, but he had to admit he could do with a break. He nodded, giving Ray a grateful smile.

"Alright, I was hoping to grab another coffee. I'll just be gone for a few minutes."

"Okay. Take your time, yeah? I won't let anything happen." Ray folded his arms and leaned next to the doorway, the perfect picture of a friend standing guard.

If this was anyone else Elektra might have chalked it up to a loss to avoid thinking about it. This wasn't anyone else. This was her student and if she were ever honest with herself; a dear friend. Elektra was worried. She rarely ever worried or so she told herself. A large part of her was tempted to stop at the clinic to drag along a doctor with her. It was times like these she wished Lilith was still around. She never felt uncomfortable turning to her for help.

But for now she would hold off. Checking in would have to be enough until she was certain Fred really needed the help. Elektra didn't want to overstep when she knew people who had been friends with the other woman for years were involved. She thinks Wesley at least would be every bit as concerned as her. Maybe he had called someone already.

Speaking of him...

Elektra cleared her throat once she started getting closer. She knew she often forgot to make noise and the last thing she wanted to do was scare him. No doubt he would be the one constantly at her side. Elektra thinks that's one constant about the man; she would always find him hovering near her. "How is she?"

Well, Gunn wasn't Wesley, but he was following in shortly after Elektra, hands shoved deep into his pockets. She wasn't the only one worried - it was written sharply into his face, his shoulders set into a heavy, square line.

"Yeah. What's the word?"

It stood to reason that both Elektra and Gunn would come to see how she was. He nodded to both in greeting.

"Her vital signs are good. She's stable, at least. So there's no point in moving her to the clinic. I've asked Willow to come and double check that it's not an enchantment of some kind. Although I can't think of anyone who would have a motive to put her to sleep like this. Fred's not the sort to make enemies." He knew that the two of them would agree with that sentiment. Fred was the sort of person who made everyone care about her. It was effortless, really, how easily she made friends. He secretly envied her for that.

Elektra nods in agreement. She would have no enemies. Even if somehow was foolish enough they'd have too many people to get through to get to her anyways. No one in their right or wrong mind would go through the hassle.

"So it's just another unexplained phenomena around here with no sign of ending?" Elektra sounds mildly frustrated by that.

"As long as someone's keeping an eye on her. I don't want her to be alone when she wakes up. Who knows if she's just asleep and dreamin' or if something else is going on."

He was clearly, clearly unhappy, unable to tear his eyes from Fred's face.

"Unfortunately that seems to be exactly what it is. Unexplained. Probably castle related." Wes gave Elektra an apologetic look. It was always harder when a cause couldn't be found and there was no telling when Fred would be free of whatever was causing her unnatural sleep. Then he turned to face Gunn, his expression solemn.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure there's always someone here watching over her. Just in case."

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"I agree." Elektra glances between the two. It wasn't hard to see they both clearly cared a great deal about her. She hadn't forgotten what little she gleaned from Fred about their relationship. Whether it was her place or not, she'd have to stay on top of this situation just to be safe. Fighting probably wouldn't help her and these two had a history of it.

"I know the three of us aren't the only ones who will be interested in keeping an eye on her." She gave Wesley her full attention. "So don't overdo it. If she wakes up and you haven't taken care of yourself it will only upset her." It goes without saying she'll step in if she feels he is ignoring her advice.

A different day, Wes is in the kitchen, fixing himself a cup of tea and some crackers. He's off shift for a little while, allowing one of Fred's many friends to keep an eye on her, but he still doesn't like to be too far away from Fred. Not until he's certain she's safe and well again.

Elektra isn't surprised to see him still hovering around even while he's not service when she enters the kitchen. She knows this is her cue to scold him even if she's here for about the same reasons. She's concerned and ready to jump head first into the situation if only there were something to fight. Alas there's not so she goes easy on him for now out of sympathy. They both stuck here being useless to someone they both cared about after all.

"Are crackers really going to be enough?"

"They'll do. I don't like to wish for things." Wes murmured, as if that were an adequate explanation for his meal being more of a light snack.

"Would you like some tea?" There was enough water in the kettle to make her a mug as well. Of course, it wasn't anything like the pots of tea he could make at his own residence. Loose leaf always tasted so much better.

"I can't say I do either." Elektra sets down her bag on the floor and takes a seat. "Good thing we're in a kitchen. You might not get a real meal otherwise," she retorts casually. "And I'll take some tea. Thank you."

"It's one of the reasons I prefer living in town. Less temptation to allow convenience to reign over necessity. I still don't trust the process behind wishing and we still have no way of knowing just what price it costs to have things summoned for us."

He moved to fetch a cup and pour her some. "How do you like it? Plain or with milk or sugar? There might even be some honey in the cupboards somewhere..."

"Honey." Elektra says automatically. She waits a moment before continuing. "Do you know what else is in there? I feel like making something while I'm here."

Wes hunts down the honey for her and shakes his head. "Vaguely. I was locked in here with the others for a week, but...well I've never been much of a cook. The vegetables should be in the fridge. I think there's pasta and other non-perishables in the pantry over there."

Elektra sits up. "Alright. Let's see what I can do with that." She's heading for the cabinets. "Worst case scenario I poison us and we find a healer."

She's exaggerating. She knew how to cook. That didn't mean Wesley had to know that.

"The last time I tried to make pasta was a bit of a disaster." He admitted ruefully, but nevertheless he moved to where she was now investigating what was on hand. "However, I'm still willing to help in the preparation. I can chop, slice or dice without making a complete fool of myself at least."

Elektra smiles at him as she pulls out the first box she can find. "Consider yourself hired then. I'll make sure the pasta stays disaster free."

"Don't forget to drink your tea, though. Before it cools," he points out. He can see that she's already starting to focus on preparing the meal.

"I haven't forgotten." She completely forgot about it. Elektra makes up for it by grabbing the cup and taking a quick sip before getting back on task.

"It's good."

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