Sequel to 'Did I miss something?'. Well, sorta.
Pairing: A/C, duh. Die, Buffy...
Feedback: Damn straight. Or else.
Rating: PG13
A/N: Probably totally fluffy, but that's just me.
Rather AU. I've only seen every second episode of season one (damn NZ being behind you other countries in TV), so I don't know much.
Summary/Intro: 2 years after 'Did I miss something?'.
Angel shanshued, and the PTB have decided to make Angel and Cordy the proud parents of a blessed child, destined to do great things for the power of good (yada yada yada. Cordy stopped listening right after they said 'We're giving you a baby', coz she was so ecstatic). They've been invited to Sunnydale by Spike, the only one there who knows of the relationship (he attended the civil ceremony wedding). Spike claims it'll be a 'family' reunion, but Cordy knows he wants to mix things up in the Scoobies, and is all for it.
Chapter One: Hello, Hellmouth
"Aww, Angel," Cordy half-whined. "LA can live without us for a while. It's not like we'd be properly on holiday, anyhow. Sunnydale's the frickin' hellmouth!"
'Hellmouth'. Angel pounced on the word. "You want to take out unborn baby to the hellmouth?"
"I was born there." She said defiantly. "Bump'll be fine."
Wesley poked his head around the door. "You two really need to think of names. You can't call it--"
"Her." -Cordy.
"Him." -Angel.
"--'Bump' forever." Wesley finished.
"We need a last name, too." Cordy put in. "I can't be 'Mrs Angel'."
"I can't rember my last name." Angel mumbled.
His very-pregnant wife and seer sniggered. "How about using your old first name? Liam. Angel and Cordelia Liam." She said it almost wistfully.
"And Bump Liam." Wesley added.
Angel was outnumbered. Cordy could outnumber him all on her own. "Mr and Mrs--"
"Ms."
"Mr and Ms Liam, then."
The PTB had kindly made Cordy's visions pain-free, having decided that mind-numbing headaches could get in the way of parenting, or even indeirectly hurt baby ('Bump') in pregnancy. So when her vision struck, the only warning was "That is -ugly-" from aforementioned seer.
"What is it?" Angel asked her, hurrying into the kitchen.
"Big ass demon dude in Sunnydale. He was asking about us."
"So we are going, after all."
"You bet your unliving ass we are. And Wes."
"I'm going to bet Wes?"
"No, dumbass, he's coming too."
"Yes, dear."
"Hello, how can I help you?" the pleasant woman behind the counter at the hotel smiled at them.
"Reservations for 'Liam'. Two rooms." Cordy took charge.
"Yes, here are your keys. Have a nice day." The woman - namecard read 'Lizzie' - handed Cordy the keys.
The young seer handed one set to Wesley, and the other to Angel, who was picking up their luggage. Wes carried his own.
"Now, Wes wants some supplies - you know, light reading and recipe stuff - so you give me your credit card and I'll go down to the Magic Box. Might pick something up for me while I'm there." Cordy ordered.
Angel handed her his wallet without a thought.
"Cordelia!" Giles exclaimed when she walked in.
"Just picking some stuff up. The usual. You know how it is." She turned on the 100-watt smile. "Got a list here somewhere."
"You're pregnant." He stated.
Cordy wore a pale yellow sundress and matching sandals, Bump clearly visible.
"Married, too." She held up her hand, displaying a silver claddaugh ring on her wedding finger. "Just a little do, civil ceremony and all that."
"The proud husband?" he asked, scanning her 'shopping list'.
"Angel."
There was a long silence.
"What?" Buffy had overheard the last part as she walked in.
"So you're Ms Liam?" Buffy asked finally.
"Mmhmm." Cordy nodded.
"And this is...?" she gestured to Bump (I'm getting used to calling her/him that).
"Bump Liam. We haven't thought of names yet."
"You're going to be a mom."
"Mmhmm. Mommy Cora. Who'da thunkit?"
"Who, indeed." Giles muttered.
"Anyway, Angel's seriously overprotective, so unless I call him now, I better get my little self back to the hotel." She went to pick up the bags.
"Here, let me." Buffy gave her an impression of a smile. "Pregnant women not supposed to pick up heavy things."
"Erm, thanks." Cordy smiled.
"Buffy helped me carry them to the car." Cordy said off-handedly as she took books out of bags.
Angel stiffened. "Did she just?"
"Yup. Should have seen her face when I introduced myself to Tara as Cordy Liam. Willow looked a bit shocked, too." She remarked, then rethought her statement. "Not very diplomatic, huh?"
"Well," Angel started carefully, "You could have reworded that."
Hazel eyes studied him worriedly. Despite the fact it was her who he married, who was carrying his baby and who he stayed with when he shanshued, Buffy had been his 'soul mate' and 'written in the frickin' stars love', and that was intimidating. "We should probably stop by after we see Spike, then."
"Probably." He said evenly.
"I'll call Buffy?"
"You do that. I'll go talk to Wes."
"Right."
"Right."
"This promises to be an...interesting time." Wesley commented.
"Shut up, Wesley." Angel growled.
"Shutting up."
"Going to have dinner at the Summers, eh?" Spike looked speculatively at his guests. "That'll be worth seeing."
"Call Buffy, see if you can come." Cordy suggested. "Someone's bound to appreciate your style of 'moral support'."
"Cheerleader getting nervous?" the chipped-vampire suggested slyly.
There was a growl from Angel. It started low and just kept going. Spike coughed.
"Right, then. You meant that, Barbie?"
"Sure. I know I'm going to get bored." She shrugged.
Angel shot her a look, which she calmly ignored.
There was an uneasy silence at the table.
Well, there would have been, except Spike and Cordy were telling bad demon jokes at one end. All the Scoobies were there. Wes and Giles discussed watcher stuff, and the other Scoobies talked among themselves. Angel and Buffy were the silent ones.
"...and all that slime totally ruined my favorite shirt," Cordy was telling Spike.
"That was -my- shirt." Angel interrupted.
"But it was -my- favorite and -I- was wearing it." She said evenly.
Angel cast a 'why the hell me?' look at the ceiling.
"You wearing the poof's clothes?" Spike wrinkled his nose. "Bizarre."
"Yeah, and I've introduced him to this amazing new thing called 'colour'."
Buffy stared.
a/n: hey, not bad for a first chapter! I'm aware of how many other projects I have, but I tend to be writing a lot at a time...just don't expect anything to get finished soon. If you're one of my readers from A Summer of Secrets, I just haven't managed to get it uploaded yet, because I've lost it. But I do have the last three chapters, never fear. And to all reading this, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
Pairing: A/C, duh. Die, Buffy...
Feedback: Damn straight. Or else.
Rating: PG13
A/N: Probably totally fluffy, but that's just me.
Rather AU. I've only seen every second episode of season one (damn NZ being behind you other countries in TV), so I don't know much.
Summary/Intro: 2 years after 'Did I miss something?'.
Angel shanshued, and the PTB have decided to make Angel and Cordy the proud parents of a blessed child, destined to do great things for the power of good (yada yada yada. Cordy stopped listening right after they said 'We're giving you a baby', coz she was so ecstatic). They've been invited to Sunnydale by Spike, the only one there who knows of the relationship (he attended the civil ceremony wedding). Spike claims it'll be a 'family' reunion, but Cordy knows he wants to mix things up in the Scoobies, and is all for it.
Chapter One: Hello, Hellmouth
"Aww, Angel," Cordy half-whined. "LA can live without us for a while. It's not like we'd be properly on holiday, anyhow. Sunnydale's the frickin' hellmouth!"
'Hellmouth'. Angel pounced on the word. "You want to take out unborn baby to the hellmouth?"
"I was born there." She said defiantly. "Bump'll be fine."
Wesley poked his head around the door. "You two really need to think of names. You can't call it--"
"Her." -Cordy.
"Him." -Angel.
"--'Bump' forever." Wesley finished.
"We need a last name, too." Cordy put in. "I can't be 'Mrs Angel'."
"I can't rember my last name." Angel mumbled.
His very-pregnant wife and seer sniggered. "How about using your old first name? Liam. Angel and Cordelia Liam." She said it almost wistfully.
"And Bump Liam." Wesley added.
Angel was outnumbered. Cordy could outnumber him all on her own. "Mr and Mrs--"
"Ms."
"Mr and Ms Liam, then."
The PTB had kindly made Cordy's visions pain-free, having decided that mind-numbing headaches could get in the way of parenting, or even indeirectly hurt baby ('Bump') in pregnancy. So when her vision struck, the only warning was "That is -ugly-" from aforementioned seer.
"What is it?" Angel asked her, hurrying into the kitchen.
"Big ass demon dude in Sunnydale. He was asking about us."
"So we are going, after all."
"You bet your unliving ass we are. And Wes."
"I'm going to bet Wes?"
"No, dumbass, he's coming too."
"Yes, dear."
"Hello, how can I help you?" the pleasant woman behind the counter at the hotel smiled at them.
"Reservations for 'Liam'. Two rooms." Cordy took charge.
"Yes, here are your keys. Have a nice day." The woman - namecard read 'Lizzie' - handed Cordy the keys.
The young seer handed one set to Wesley, and the other to Angel, who was picking up their luggage. Wes carried his own.
"Now, Wes wants some supplies - you know, light reading and recipe stuff - so you give me your credit card and I'll go down to the Magic Box. Might pick something up for me while I'm there." Cordy ordered.
Angel handed her his wallet without a thought.
"Cordelia!" Giles exclaimed when she walked in.
"Just picking some stuff up. The usual. You know how it is." She turned on the 100-watt smile. "Got a list here somewhere."
"You're pregnant." He stated.
Cordy wore a pale yellow sundress and matching sandals, Bump clearly visible.
"Married, too." She held up her hand, displaying a silver claddaugh ring on her wedding finger. "Just a little do, civil ceremony and all that."
"The proud husband?" he asked, scanning her 'shopping list'.
"Angel."
There was a long silence.
"What?" Buffy had overheard the last part as she walked in.
"So you're Ms Liam?" Buffy asked finally.
"Mmhmm." Cordy nodded.
"And this is...?" she gestured to Bump (I'm getting used to calling her/him that).
"Bump Liam. We haven't thought of names yet."
"You're going to be a mom."
"Mmhmm. Mommy Cora. Who'da thunkit?"
"Who, indeed." Giles muttered.
"Anyway, Angel's seriously overprotective, so unless I call him now, I better get my little self back to the hotel." She went to pick up the bags.
"Here, let me." Buffy gave her an impression of a smile. "Pregnant women not supposed to pick up heavy things."
"Erm, thanks." Cordy smiled.
"Buffy helped me carry them to the car." Cordy said off-handedly as she took books out of bags.
Angel stiffened. "Did she just?"
"Yup. Should have seen her face when I introduced myself to Tara as Cordy Liam. Willow looked a bit shocked, too." She remarked, then rethought her statement. "Not very diplomatic, huh?"
"Well," Angel started carefully, "You could have reworded that."
Hazel eyes studied him worriedly. Despite the fact it was her who he married, who was carrying his baby and who he stayed with when he shanshued, Buffy had been his 'soul mate' and 'written in the frickin' stars love', and that was intimidating. "We should probably stop by after we see Spike, then."
"Probably." He said evenly.
"I'll call Buffy?"
"You do that. I'll go talk to Wes."
"Right."
"Right."
"This promises to be an...interesting time." Wesley commented.
"Shut up, Wesley." Angel growled.
"Shutting up."
"Going to have dinner at the Summers, eh?" Spike looked speculatively at his guests. "That'll be worth seeing."
"Call Buffy, see if you can come." Cordy suggested. "Someone's bound to appreciate your style of 'moral support'."
"Cheerleader getting nervous?" the chipped-vampire suggested slyly.
There was a growl from Angel. It started low and just kept going. Spike coughed.
"Right, then. You meant that, Barbie?"
"Sure. I know I'm going to get bored." She shrugged.
Angel shot her a look, which she calmly ignored.
There was an uneasy silence at the table.
Well, there would have been, except Spike and Cordy were telling bad demon jokes at one end. All the Scoobies were there. Wes and Giles discussed watcher stuff, and the other Scoobies talked among themselves. Angel and Buffy were the silent ones.
"...and all that slime totally ruined my favorite shirt," Cordy was telling Spike.
"That was -my- shirt." Angel interrupted.
"But it was -my- favorite and -I- was wearing it." She said evenly.
Angel cast a 'why the hell me?' look at the ceiling.
"You wearing the poof's clothes?" Spike wrinkled his nose. "Bizarre."
"Yeah, and I've introduced him to this amazing new thing called 'colour'."
Buffy stared.
a/n: hey, not bad for a first chapter! I'm aware of how many other projects I have, but I tend to be writing a lot at a time...just don't expect anything to get finished soon. If you're one of my readers from A Summer of Secrets, I just haven't managed to get it uploaded yet, because I've lost it. But I do have the last three chapters, never fear. And to all reading this, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!