Disclaimer: No, no and no! I don't own any of Angel's characters, Joss Whedon does. Maybe if I-- switched off and went into a daydream
Summary: Angel asks Wesley to help him use the computer, to check some chat rooms. Humor and OOC-ness.
Author's Notes: Hello there, guys! This is my first fic ever for Angel and the co., so try to be nice, please? Any effort is highly appreciated! This idea struck me while watching 'Supersymmetry', hope you'll like it! The characters might get a bit OOC, so be warned. And I'm breaking the barriers between Wesley and Angel, I'm sure you'll notice. Well, that's about it, ENJOY!
PROLOGUE
"Umm, Wesley?"
Wesley blinked as he was interrupted from his reading. He closed the book carefully and slowly straightened up in his chair, his mouth set into a frown. He knew what that tone meant, the man needed a big favor and when he said big, he meant big with troubles to follow.
"Yes, Angel." He turned around in his seat and faced the vampire, his mind working full-speed as it tried to figure out what his friend needed from him this time.
Angel was leaning against the doorframe, trying his best to stand in a casual manner. Failing, he stood up and crossed his arms against his chest and shifted his weight on his feet. "Umm, how are you doing?"
"Fine, thank you very much." He said slowly, fixing Angel with a questioning stare.
Angel squirmed under the scrutiny, "Aah, well. Glad to hear that, it's go-"
Wesley pinched the bridge of his nose with his index and forefinger, feeling his head start to pound. Angel's attempt of casuality always did that to him. Irritated, he cut the vampire off, "Just get to the point."
"I need your help." Said Angel at once.
"Tell me something I do not know already." He placed the book he was reading away, knowing that he wouldn't be able to read more of it now, and relaxed in his chair. He gave Angel his full attention.
"Well, umm," the young-looking vampire tried to smile but stopped when he saw Wesley roll his eyes heavenwards. "I wouldn't have bothered you, but Gunn's not here and neither is Fred. And I need to use the computer."
Wesley raised his eyebrow, his interset flaring. For now, it did not seem that Angel was going to ask him one of those favors which ends up with a disaster. He hoped it would stay that way. "And, may I inquire, what for?"
Angel dropped his head to avoid Wesley's eyes and jammed his hands in his pockets. Hitting the ground with the tip of his shoe, he mumbled something. When he heard no response, he lifted his head to find Wesley still looking at him questioningly. Clearing his throat, he repeated a little louder. "I want to check some chat rooms and forums."
Wesley's other eyebrow shot up.
AN: I know, it's short but I promise to update the next chapter soon. Hope this will be enough for now, and sorry if there's any typoes or grammar mistakes, I didn't have anybody beat-read it for me. Anyway, I'll be back soon!