Author: N-Dawg
no pairing
Summary: Gwen goes upside Fred's head
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�Thanks for turning me... off.�
Gwen always winced when she remembered saying those words. They were just so... pathetic. So unlike her.
Although, she still maintained that Gunn should�ve responded with �thanks for turning me on.�
But he hadn�t.
They�d just kissed.
And screwed.
Yada yada.
And although she didn�t want anything from that one night, it was pretty funny to see Fred�s face when she showed up at Hyperion.
It was as though her head was going to spin into another dimension.
Hopefully back to Pylea.
�What are you doing here?� Fred asked, folding her arms across her chest.
�Good to see you too, sweet-pea,� Gwen replied sarcastically. �I�m here to see Angel, if it�s any of your business.�
�Well he doesn�t want to see you,� Fred said.
�Oh I doubt that. I have information on our impending apocalypse. Much more than you�ve found out. So, looks like I win again. Speaking of winning, hey Gunn.�
Gunn sketched a salute and plonked himself down on the couch in the lobby.
�What�s up, Electro Gwen? Or not so Electro,� he greeted.
�Not much, just here to see his broodiness. Except stick figure here is having a real problem with it.�
Gunn stifled a laugh.
�Angel�s out hunting. He�ll be back soon, but you can wait here, if you like.�
�Thanks Gunn. I might just take you up on that offer.�
Gwen grinned to herself as she joined Gunn on the couch.
�Charles!� Fred hissed. �Can I speak to you?�
�Sure,� Gunn replied easily.
�Privately?�
�Oh, don�t mind me, love, I don�t listen to you much anyway,� Gwen told her.
�Charles!�
�Alright, alright.�
Gunn got up and followed Fred into Angel�s office.
Gwen craned her neck and listened as best she could.
�Make her go away!�
�And how do you propose I do this, Fred? If she wanted, she could kill me. You too, now that I think about it. More likely to kill you actually, with the way you treat her.�
�Is there something going on between you two?� Fred asked, her expression suddenly suspicious.
�Nope.�
�I don�t believe you.�
�Apart from the night of hot sex, nothing is going on,� Gwen called, looking somewhat smug.
Fred�s eyes widened.
�Excuse me?�
�You�re excused,� Gwen replied, leaning back against the couch.
Well, her work was done.
�I wasn�t talking to you!� Fred exclaimed, storming out of the office and standing in front of Gwen, pointing at her. �You, you...�
�Me, me, what?� Gwen asked, standing up.
�Bitch,� Fred spat.
�Oh, she talks big. But can your mouth cash the cheques that your ass is writing?� Gwen raised an eyebrow and slowly slid a glove off her hand.
Maybe LISA breaking down had been a good thing.
�Ok, guys, calm down,� Gunn said, walking out of the office. �We don�t want a fight.�
�Don�t we?� Fred asked. �How could you, Charles? I thought that we - �
�Had something special? Well, you did, but then, you cooled it off, didn�t you, Winifred?� Gwen cut in.
�I wasn�t - �
�Talking to me, I know, I know.�
Gwen rolled her eyes and sat back down.
�Look, I�m gonna go and see how Cordy is, ok? You guys just... calm down.�
Gunn gave them both warning looks and headed upstairs.
�Yeah, calm down, Fred.�
�I�ve had enough of you!�
�Oh really?�
Gwen stood up again and nodded.
�So, what did you want to do about it?�
Fred backed off slightly.
�I... I... can�t... uh.�
�Finish a sentence?�
Gwen took a step towards her, cracking her knuckles.
�You couldn�t take me.� Fred�s jaw jutted out slightly.
�Playing in the big league, are we? Want to see if I can?�
�Take your best shot.�
�Well, if you insist.� Gwen shrugged, then kicked Fred�s legs out from under her.
Fred fell to the ground with a thud and glared at Gwen.
�Bitch!� she cried again, slowly getting to her feet.
�I know you are, but what am I?� Gwen said, proceeding to open a can of whoop ass on Fred�s tiny little lollipop body.
She was just finishing up, as Angel walked in, brandishing a sword.
�Oh, hey Gwen,� he said, nodding. �Uh, Fred? What are you doing?�
Fred got up from the ground, rubbing her cut cheek.
�Angel, she attacked me!�
Gwen turned to Angel, shrugging.
�She�s delusional. I have some information on the Sunnydale kaboom thing. Feel like a chat?�
Angel�s ears pricked up and he nodded.
�Uh, Fred, could you clean up in here? Come on, Gwen.�
Gwen smirked and followed Angel into his office.
�Thanks Fred. You�re a pal.�