Going Home

It was late when Fred finally finished packing, somewhere well into the earliest part of the a.m. She had pushed all the heavy curtains in her room wide open, the light from the night sky steady enough to be all Fred needed. At least as she kept her suitcase nestled in a chair just underneath the window. But it was one of the few things Fred had never fought against after...she liked, the peace and the safety that was mostly there. That sometimes a things's shadow was just a quick to let it be identified, and they could often be truer too.

And the shadows were...everywhere. Right now they were everywhere.

Fred was glad to be going home, and the heavier her suicase got as various nessecities made their way in it, the lighter she felt. She needed to be commited to something, she had needed that ever since she gave up on going home to Texas all that long ago, and Boston was what Fred had chosen. It was time to go back.


She left her main suicase open, ready to supply her last changes on clothes that would be needed, and placed everything else just underneath. Then with curtains still open Fred slipped from her borrowed room, and made her way silently through the house, listening as she went. Finally Fred heard what she was looking for, and the sliver of light from the almost-closed door confirmed things as much as she needed.

Lightly, Fred knocked on the door.


((Open to Wesley, and backdated to last WED like whoa! Whoa to that long of me working too...))

Home Sweet Apartment

Suitcases, samples, and carrier in hand, Fred turned the key in her door with just two fingers, and kicked it open with light satisfaction. She didn't travel all that much, but Fred didn't think she would ever get used to just how long days that involved it were. Of course part of the reason was what she still held in her hands, all her others bags already located on the floor. Placing the carrier on the kitchen counter, Fred paused to pat its lid with light reassurance before collecting the nessecery samples and storing them in her fridge. The files she had collected for Gavin went right into her briefcase, and suitcase somewhere in the general direction of Fred's bedroom...almost.

She wanted to get back to the carrier.

And to the reason her already promising long day had delivered at something just past that. Slowly opening the small door, Fred reached in to free a small, almost delicately-boned grey tabby, with the most perfectly rounded paws and the most knowing eyes Fred had ever seen. And she wasn't even just considering cats there. Fred had been shocked to find him sleeping in her suitcase just a half-day before she was supposed to leave. That was until she remembered Ben, and their conversation about cats, and his...whims? With Wesley and Ben both out of the house, and left alone with the Butler that never spoke, it was hard for Fred to confirm that exactly, but she didn't see how it could be anything else.

And Pi already felt like much more than just a whim. Holding him close for just a second longer, Fred curled her fingers and gently scratched beneath his chin before setting him down on the floor just next to the couch. Fred settled there herself, sinking into the green cushions abd kicking off her shoes. She was sure that getting all the nessecery papers and sometimes quarantines to bring Pi home were going to be complicated, but the miniute Fred had started to inquire over the phone, listing her business address for contact information, she had been assured she could travel today. All that was needed was a carrier and to arrive for her normally scheduled flight.

It seemed strange, but Fred accepted in it stride. She was tired, and ready to be home.

"So...what do you think?"


((Open to Pi, and backdated as well. Did I mention I am never going away that long again?))