Love Sick Fred (Drop Dead Fred Fanfiction)

Chapter Six

Author's Note: I made a little homage to Rik Mayall's stand up in this, so if you don't get the Vanessa Redgrave joke then go look up his stand up poetry. Mwahahaha. 

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Lizzie sighed as she toweled herself dry after a nice, long bath. All she wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep for days. Her nap hadn't done much in helping her recover from earlier, but at least she'd managed to have a light meal and shave her legs, leaving her to feel a little more human. She just wished she could shake her anxieties, but defying the laws of physics and popping off into trees made that a hard thing to do. Thankfully, she had a glass of wine that would cover that.

Wiping away some of the moisture from the mirror, Lizzie stared at her foggy reflection. The bags under her eyes made her want to cringe. She hadn't slept well since Fred had gone out of her life, of course, she hadn't slept so well while he'd been in her life either...

God, she missed him. Natalie was one lucky little girl.

Lizzie straightened and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. "Get it together, Lizzie. You're jealous of a six year old."

She breathed deep, but her chest was pounding. Suddenly all she could think about was Fred and their last moments together, something she'd tried like hell to keep from her mind for days, but right now all she wanted was to crawl back into that moment and savor it. She wanted to wrap her arms around him once more, and hold onto him so tightly that this time it would pull him back to reality with her.

Lizzie shivered. She couldn't explain it, but something inside her felt like he was still with her even now. This strange, warm energy...

A feeling of lightheadedness suddenly overtook her and she held to the counter for balance, fingers curling over the tile as her breathing turned labored.

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With Nat Brat fast asleep, Drop Dead Fred was on his hurried way to find a map, presumably in Fartpants' desk drawer where he assumed such things were kept. He figured maps were how people got around when they wanted to find somebody and didn't have any magical powers. He'd seen lots of pirates do it in countless films, so why not him?

However, as Fred made his way for the stairs, a shockwave burst through his being, pinning him in place. Panicked, he struggled in vain to break free, until a familiar energy pulsated around him. Everything faded from view and an intangible force pulled him further into the darkness. In an instant the world reemerged, and Fred's jaw dropped when he saw what was waiting for him...

"Elizabeth?!" he exclaimed, voice pitching so high it cracked. His eyes did a double, a triple, and a forth take just to make sure this was real, and it was. Lizzie was standing right in front of him stark, fucking naked!

"Oh thank god," Lizzie breathed, as she felt the strange energy subside with her still conscious and standing within the privacy of her own bathroom. "Definitely gonna need two glasses of that wine now." She pushed herself back up and sighed, her breasts gently rising as she did.

Fred swore his eyes were about to pop out of his head, and if Lizzie hadn't so graciously taken his powers from him they very well might have! He was afraid to move, mildly afraid to stare, and extremely unable to look away. He didn't even think he could blink if he ever remembered how. He was nothing, but a doomed deer caught in Lizzie's high beams.

"Bloody hell, how long has she been hiding those?" he muttered, all rational thought out the window and hopping the train to the next universe.

Lizzie turned, unknowingly brushing past Fred as she hung her towel on the rack to dry. His eyes traced the contours of her naked body, taking full notice of her smooth-looking skin, her tiny waist, and round little bottom. He didn't know what was coming over him but felt like he'd die if he didn't return the same favor back to her. A noticeable ache started to build in his groin.