Title: Gyógyító
Author: Ailie McFarland
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: AtS
Timeline: Post "Disharmony"
Archive: http://www.geocities.com/aixla/fanfic.html
Distribution: Oh! Well, if it helps at all, I'm gonna say yes.
Disclaimer: Angel and his gang are the brain child of the Man, otherwise known as Joss Whedon. Marie is mine!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this has taken so long ... I think I started this in April or something. I am renewed and reinvested, though. I'm gonna try for the ole' chapter a day ... kick my ass if I slack off again, please.
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Chapter One: Spring Cleaning
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"Someone explain to me again why I'm the one who's gotta wash the windows?"
Cordelia sighed as she turned to Gunn. "Funny thing about windows, they tend to let sunlight in. So asking Angel is out unless you want to scoop him up in the dust pan later. And I don't want to spend the day in the emergency room because Wesley overdid it and pulled his stitches again. That leaves you."
Gunn started to hand the Windex and rag to her "Your arms broken?"
"Cordelia is re-organizing the file system." Wesley emerged from his office. "Everything is still in a shambles from the move, and it's imperative that we have things in order as quickly as possible."
"My job description says demon killer, not maid," Gunn muttered as he headed for the first dirty pane of glass.
"So Wesley," Cordelia leaned back in her chair. "Do you want the good news or the bad?"
Wesley sighed and eased himself into a chair of his own, wincing slightly as he did so. Getting shot in the stomach was *not* one of the most pleasant things he'd ever experienced. "I suppose we should start with the bad, since things can only get better from there."
"Good philosophy! Ok, so the bad is ... no repair shop is willing to tackle a blood soaked keyboard." She smiled a little, trying to look apologetic. After all, it was her ex-friend who had made the mess.
"And the good?"
"David Navid stopped by this morning, just to check in or something. You know how lonely he gets. Anyway, when he saw what happened he offered to donate a brand new Pentium IV, to be delivered straight to our door later this afternoon!"
Wesley's jaw almost hit the floor. "My word! That is considerably generous of him. But we couldn't possibly ..."
"Don't you dare say we can't accept it!" Cordelia practically shouted. "You said yourself, we need to have this place up and running again ASAP. And in case you haven't noticed, computers are pretty much vital to the research mode."
"I'm just glad you understand them." Angel came lumbering sleepily down the stairs, carefully avoiding both Gunn and the sunlight streaming through the windows. "I mean, I can get around on one, but the stuff you and Willow do is just beyond me."
"Can't teach an old vampire new tricks." Gunn called from his place at the window.
Angel nodded and headed straight for the coffee. "Something like that."
"As long as you're up, get me some?" Cordelia turned back to her desk and the pile of papers that was waiting for her.
Angel smiled slightly to himself as he poured Cordelia's coffee. She may have forgiven him for his fall from grace, but she still wasn't above making him do some of the scutt work around the office. As he handed the mug to Cordelia, her face suddenly contorted.
"Vision!" Angel called as he caught the mug with one hand and kept his friend from falling off her chair with the other.
Cordelia neither heard Angel's voice nor felt his hands supporting her. The vision bombarded her senses, tearing her away from this reality and throwing her into another. There was a dark alley, damp from the day's rain and reeking of rotten garbage. A young girl with a horrified expression, and a hooded creature chasing her. Cordelia could feel the creatures hot breath on her neck, hear the sobs and pleads of the child, and was forced to watch as he plunged his blade deep into the girl's chest.
"Alley, girl ... monster," she managed to gasp as the familiar surroundings of the office began to become clear again. She was on the floor, as usual, with her three male companions kneeling beside her. "Don't know what it was ... hood or mask or something covered it's face. But it killed her ... she's just a kid!"
That was all Angel needed to hear. He was on his feet and headed toward the door when Wesley stopped him. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Um, to rescue the girl?"
"First, we don't know where she is. And second," Wesley sighed and pointed toward the window. "Have you looked outside lately?"
Although late in the afternoon, sun was still pouring through the windows. "Oh yeah."
"It's okay, we have time." With Gunn's help, Cordelia managed to get back behind her desk and was searching through the drawers for some sort of pain killer. "Sunset isn't for an hour, and this was most definitely a night time attack. Besides, I think I have an idea of where we need to be."
"Alright," Wesley took charge. "Gunn, you will accompany myself and Cordelia. We will attempt to track down this alley."
"Um, what about me?" Angel asked.
Wesley thought for a moment. "Watch the office, answer the phone, and if you get the chance, sweep the floor?"
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Wesley didn't answer, simply walked out the door with Cordelia and Gunn in tow.
"He's enjoying it."
Author: Ailie McFarland
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: AtS
Timeline: Post "Disharmony"
Archive: http://www.geocities.com/aixla/fanfic.html
Distribution: Oh! Well, if it helps at all, I'm gonna say yes.
Disclaimer: Angel and his gang are the brain child of the Man, otherwise known as Joss Whedon. Marie is mine!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this has taken so long ... I think I started this in April or something. I am renewed and reinvested, though. I'm gonna try for the ole' chapter a day ... kick my ass if I slack off again, please.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter One: Spring Cleaning
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Someone explain to me again why I'm the one who's gotta wash the windows?"
Cordelia sighed as she turned to Gunn. "Funny thing about windows, they tend to let sunlight in. So asking Angel is out unless you want to scoop him up in the dust pan later. And I don't want to spend the day in the emergency room because Wesley overdid it and pulled his stitches again. That leaves you."
Gunn started to hand the Windex and rag to her "Your arms broken?"
"Cordelia is re-organizing the file system." Wesley emerged from his office. "Everything is still in a shambles from the move, and it's imperative that we have things in order as quickly as possible."
"My job description says demon killer, not maid," Gunn muttered as he headed for the first dirty pane of glass.
"So Wesley," Cordelia leaned back in her chair. "Do you want the good news or the bad?"
Wesley sighed and eased himself into a chair of his own, wincing slightly as he did so. Getting shot in the stomach was *not* one of the most pleasant things he'd ever experienced. "I suppose we should start with the bad, since things can only get better from there."
"Good philosophy! Ok, so the bad is ... no repair shop is willing to tackle a blood soaked keyboard." She smiled a little, trying to look apologetic. After all, it was her ex-friend who had made the mess.
"And the good?"
"David Navid stopped by this morning, just to check in or something. You know how lonely he gets. Anyway, when he saw what happened he offered to donate a brand new Pentium IV, to be delivered straight to our door later this afternoon!"
Wesley's jaw almost hit the floor. "My word! That is considerably generous of him. But we couldn't possibly ..."
"Don't you dare say we can't accept it!" Cordelia practically shouted. "You said yourself, we need to have this place up and running again ASAP. And in case you haven't noticed, computers are pretty much vital to the research mode."
"I'm just glad you understand them." Angel came lumbering sleepily down the stairs, carefully avoiding both Gunn and the sunlight streaming through the windows. "I mean, I can get around on one, but the stuff you and Willow do is just beyond me."
"Can't teach an old vampire new tricks." Gunn called from his place at the window.
Angel nodded and headed straight for the coffee. "Something like that."
"As long as you're up, get me some?" Cordelia turned back to her desk and the pile of papers that was waiting for her.
Angel smiled slightly to himself as he poured Cordelia's coffee. She may have forgiven him for his fall from grace, but she still wasn't above making him do some of the scutt work around the office. As he handed the mug to Cordelia, her face suddenly contorted.
"Vision!" Angel called as he caught the mug with one hand and kept his friend from falling off her chair with the other.
Cordelia neither heard Angel's voice nor felt his hands supporting her. The vision bombarded her senses, tearing her away from this reality and throwing her into another. There was a dark alley, damp from the day's rain and reeking of rotten garbage. A young girl with a horrified expression, and a hooded creature chasing her. Cordelia could feel the creatures hot breath on her neck, hear the sobs and pleads of the child, and was forced to watch as he plunged his blade deep into the girl's chest.
"Alley, girl ... monster," she managed to gasp as the familiar surroundings of the office began to become clear again. She was on the floor, as usual, with her three male companions kneeling beside her. "Don't know what it was ... hood or mask or something covered it's face. But it killed her ... she's just a kid!"
That was all Angel needed to hear. He was on his feet and headed toward the door when Wesley stopped him. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Um, to rescue the girl?"
"First, we don't know where she is. And second," Wesley sighed and pointed toward the window. "Have you looked outside lately?"
Although late in the afternoon, sun was still pouring through the windows. "Oh yeah."
"It's okay, we have time." With Gunn's help, Cordelia managed to get back behind her desk and was searching through the drawers for some sort of pain killer. "Sunset isn't for an hour, and this was most definitely a night time attack. Besides, I think I have an idea of where we need to be."
"Alright," Wesley took charge. "Gunn, you will accompany myself and Cordelia. We will attempt to track down this alley."
"Um, what about me?" Angel asked.
Wesley thought for a moment. "Watch the office, answer the phone, and if you get the chance, sweep the floor?"
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Wesley didn't answer, simply walked out the door with Cordelia and Gunn in tow.
"He's enjoying it."