Title: Got their back
Fandom: Angel the Series
Prompt: #72 - Crawl (tamingthemuse livejournal)
Word count: 553
Warnings: Spoilers for the last ever episode of Angel, un-beta'd
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Summary: The last events of Not Fade Away, but from anothers perspective.
Disclaimer: I own the laptop this was written on, nothing else that's connected to the characters. They are Joss Whedons' and I'm just playing in his shiny sandbox. I make no money from this, it is intended as fun only. The direct quote is from [hxxp://www. angeltran110. shtml Sue me and you'll get my debts, not money.
Just because I'm not one of Angels' do-gooders out fighting the good fight all the time and helping just about anybody that comes through their doors, doesn't mean that I'm not all for the killing of evil creatures and protecting the normal citizens of L.A. I am, but only when the evil's knocking on my door so to speak. I'm not out to save everybody like my father is; just protecting my Mom and Dad, the odd friend here and there. But you'd have to be blind to not have noticed the increase in weird and bizarre "animal attacks" that have been happening over the last month or so, or the other creepy shit that's been going down the last couple of days. All of that added together along with the largest "mutated Condor" ever seen and I find myself digging out the weapons I've got hidden 'round my room and running off towards Wolfram & Harts' L.A. branch. Something big is going down, I can feel it.
Wolfram & Harts' prestigious building is looming up ahead but before I get there I know that's not where the main fight is. It's not where my father and his team are. Stopping a few blocks before the street that the law firm dominates, I listen through the sounds of panicking civilians and late evening traffic and determine the direction of the main battle. Turning west I sprint off towards the clangs of metal and inhuman growls that indicate the centre of the Battle for Los Angeles.
I hear an English voice say something and a few beats later a strange female voice reply. I remember a bleach blond guy in a leather coat and a blue haired lady in a wood panelled room. It seems like at least some of the team is still alive then.
I'm just around the corner from the leather coat guy and whoever he was talking to when I see a group of four big scaly scorpion-like things scuttle out of the shadows and get ready to attack whoever was just around the corner. They never made it past the edge of the alley though. For all their size and claws, they put up a surprisingly pathetic fight. By this point I can't hear anything from around the corner apart from various snarling and the clanging of weapons. Just as I allow the fear that maybe, Father hadn't survived the various fights he would have had to go through to get here crawl up my spine, his voice filters through the din.
"Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon."
I looked round the corner of the alley, checking if I needed to be stealthy or not. The sight of thousands upon thousands of demons roaring and charging towards the four battered and bruised people stopped that thought in its tracks.
They'd all started in on the hordes of hell, Father charging through the masses of snarling growling creatures to reach the dragon – a dragon for Christ's sake! – whilst the blue-haired lady and the bleached blond fell in step with the brutally injured black guy. I caught up to them, nodded in silent affirmation that I had their backs to the blond when his eyes slid over to me, and the rest is as they say, history.