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Aug. 28th, 2005
Putting it all Together
Aug. 28th, 2005 11:41 pmThe Boston Museum of Science glowed under the slightly overcast Boston night sky, each and every hall and exhibit still lit and shining, until in Fred's mind it became the brightest spot in the whole of the city. For weeks she had been working on making this evening a success, Fred's first project since accepting her new position at Wolfram and Hart. And she knew that most people, at least the few she knew, still didn't understand her reasons for standing where she stood, saying what she was said, and believing what she believed. But as Fred made her way to her car, a single, bright yellow folder in hand? For all of those eighty two steps, she was ok with that.
The Museum had been hers all night, a generous donation by Wolfram and Hart to their Educational Fund giving something that almost went free reign. The Planitarium had ben especially lovely, the lights soft and warm as she welcomed each and every family, then stood in that perfect circle to explain a project she had already come to believe so passionately in. Yes, the brochures had in the end been published with photographs of models, because in the end Fred had come to respect that each and every girl should keep her journies and travels hardships private if they wanted to. It only meant that she had to speak that much more for them. Fred had poured her heart and her beliefs into each and every word they read, each and every paper carried through those doors.
This was Fred helping people. It hadn't been what she left home to do. But it was what she left her life to do, all those years ago. And even with everything that had happened, she still felt how this life fit so her so much more. That was how Fred spoke, and when she did that the words just came that much easier. She smiled and connected with each and every girl first, and then with the families after. She answered questions with ease because there had already been all the thought and concern before. There had already been so much worked through, because to be here Fred needed to believe.
And she did. So very, very much.
The museum was such a natural space too, the exhibits understood and comforting. It was easy for Fred to slip from room to room, talking with all of the guests privately, and answering any questions that still lingered. If it was needed a translator was always nearby, quietly waiting, but only if needed. But it was all still personal, still Fred's. She meant each smile, each touch, and each concern. And when Fred promised she looked forward to meeting them, she meant it. Because this was goinf to be more than just a museum. The museum was just a lovely place to start.
Fred dropped the file into the passanger seat. Twenty three letters of intent out of a total of thirty five girls. A lovely start and a real begining. And as Fred drove through Boston she finally felt welcomed by it, a delayed hello finally settling about her shoulders. After stopping by the office to leave the folder and a quick note on Gavin's desk, Fred made her way home...
Curled up in her bed.
Smiled.
And slept.
The Museum had been hers all night, a generous donation by Wolfram and Hart to their Educational Fund giving something that almost went free reign. The Planitarium had ben especially lovely, the lights soft and warm as she welcomed each and every family, then stood in that perfect circle to explain a project she had already come to believe so passionately in. Yes, the brochures had in the end been published with photographs of models, because in the end Fred had come to respect that each and every girl should keep her journies and travels hardships private if they wanted to. It only meant that she had to speak that much more for them. Fred had poured her heart and her beliefs into each and every word they read, each and every paper carried through those doors.
This was Fred helping people. It hadn't been what she left home to do. But it was what she left her life to do, all those years ago. And even with everything that had happened, she still felt how this life fit so her so much more. That was how Fred spoke, and when she did that the words just came that much easier. She smiled and connected with each and every girl first, and then with the families after. She answered questions with ease because there had already been all the thought and concern before. There had already been so much worked through, because to be here Fred needed to believe.
And she did. So very, very much.
The museum was such a natural space too, the exhibits understood and comforting. It was easy for Fred to slip from room to room, talking with all of the guests privately, and answering any questions that still lingered. If it was needed a translator was always nearby, quietly waiting, but only if needed. But it was all still personal, still Fred's. She meant each smile, each touch, and each concern. And when Fred promised she looked forward to meeting them, she meant it. Because this was goinf to be more than just a museum. The museum was just a lovely place to start.
Fred dropped the file into the passanger seat. Twenty three letters of intent out of a total of thirty five girls. A lovely start and a real begining. And as Fred drove through Boston she finally felt welcomed by it, a delayed hello finally settling about her shoulders. After stopping by the office to leave the folder and a quick note on Gavin's desk, Fred made her way home...
Curled up in her bed.
Smiled.
And slept.