Holes

[_fredless]

I was sitting at her desk, and her chair, in his hotel, in what had become our lobby through the sheer being of friendship and time. But all my pronouns were running away from us and we weren't any closer to finding Angel and Cordy so that everything could right itself again. Sometimes space was nothing than but that, but somtimes it was more. And

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[_gunn_charles_]

We’re gonna meet down at point dume, he’d said. How long ago what that? I’d stopped checkin’ my watch…days ago, I think. Got no idea where they went, but I’m kina hopin’ they’re off somewhere together. Except, that aint them. Not the ‘goin’ off somewhere together’. No, they’d do that. But the not telling us

[_fredless]

I was tracing the lines of the desk, following the faded marks there as if one of them might be a clue, or the road that would lead me back to where we were...back where it started. I couldn't seem to keep my hands from moving. What had Cordy last touched here? Or Angel?

For me it'd been a book. Completely unknown and unplanned I'd touched a book and that had changed everything. I would be lying to myself to say a similar line of thinking hadn't been occuring to me lately. That so much of this was too sudden to be anything else. What had Angel and Cordy touched then? What might have changed things in the forever way for them. I wanted it to be them. That they had simply found one another, and that had been that

[_gunn_charles_]

Was getting kinda worried. Not just ‘bout Angel and Cordy, but ‘bout Fred too. She seems to take this harder then I thought. And I dunno where to look no more. We’re takin’ care of Connor, if he’s around. And I so need to talk to him ‘bout all that sudden disappearing he does. Since Angel aint here it’s up to me and Fred to look after the boy. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna loose him like Wes did

[_fredless]

"Truth telling," I whispered, not wanting to continue with the words. "It could be longer. I don't think I've seen him since last night, and that's thing, because that's when we always go running off it seems. Get into..."

Trouble. We get into trouble. Of course me not saying it didn't keep Charles from hearing it any less. One look at Charles told me that. It was something to love about it, just part of the whole, and at the same time...

Not that running from my own thoughts was an option right now. Even as high and sound as the walls were, the hotel was falling apart around us, and it was becoming clearer and clearer that there was only Charles and I left to do something about it.

Right? Was that it? Or were there other thoughts worth considering?

"We should talk to him," I agreed after all that. "Course, we have to find him first, and know that the words might not go so well right from the beginning