Celtic Dreams: My Own Fairy Tale
By PNS*
Summary: The LA Gang and the sunnydale Gang meet up in Ireland to stop The Fairy World from leaking into our own. Angel and Buffy don't know it but they are the key to stopping it. W/O, C/D and A/B pairings. Season 4ish.
Prologue
The years had passed. Some long, some short. Through them Cordelia had stuck By Angel's side. The unlikely duo had battled many a hell demon and had stopped a few apocalypses. Wesley was there for some of it. But towards the end he had been called back to England by the Watcher's council. So it was back to the 2.
Angel had seen Her a few times over the years. His Buffy. Each time he felt his love grow as she grew into one of the most beautiful women on the planet. Sometimes there was with a boy sometimes not. But he knew she still loved him as much as ever. That kept him alive. And in selfish moments he wondered if his love for her kept her alive because she was the longest living slayer ever.
Our story starts at Angel Investigations on a rather dull day. The old faded building that housed the business was a 1950's hotel. It had survived longer than the first Angel Investigations building. Cordelia Chase was sitting comfortably in a plush chair behind a desk while Angel paced near her avoiding a tiny path of light what came in through a high window.
"I still think you should take a vacation Angel. Oz invited you to come visit him in Tibet." Oz being a werewolf friend that they knew from the past who had on occasion visited LA.
"No. I feel something. Something's coming."
"You've been saying that for the last week." Cordelia rolled her eyes and tapped a few keys on her computer.
"I don't get this feeling very often." Angel persisted. Then Cordelia yelped and clawed at her head. Angel rushed around the desk to help her as she wobbled. After a moment she calmed down.
"Ireland." she moaned before going limp in his arms. He lifted her onto the desk and went to the refrigerator for an ice pack. A few minutes later she awoke. "Angel we have to go to Ireland."
"Why?" He was surprised. Her usual visions were of LA and things he could do there. Never had he had one for another country.
"The Druids need your help. The gateway to the fairy world has been opened. All the creatures are spilling out." she whispered painfully. He looked at her somewhat shocked.
"Oh wow." Angel wondered for a moment if Buffy would be called to help. "We're going to need to call the gatekeeper."
"That little boy? What can he do to help us?"
"He might be able to help me get to Ireland. I will probably need the ghost roads."
"Then maybe we should call Oz?" Cordelia asked not fully understanding the disaster that could result from fairies, centaurs, griffins, dragons and elves running around.
"Maybe." Angel gulped. It was one of those rare moments that he was afraid. Truly afraid.
By PNS*
Summary: The LA Gang and the sunnydale Gang meet up in Ireland to stop The Fairy World from leaking into our own. Angel and Buffy don't know it but they are the key to stopping it. W/O, C/D and A/B pairings. Season 4ish.
Prologue
The years had passed. Some long, some short. Through them Cordelia had stuck By Angel's side. The unlikely duo had battled many a hell demon and had stopped a few apocalypses. Wesley was there for some of it. But towards the end he had been called back to England by the Watcher's council. So it was back to the 2.
Angel had seen Her a few times over the years. His Buffy. Each time he felt his love grow as she grew into one of the most beautiful women on the planet. Sometimes there was with a boy sometimes not. But he knew she still loved him as much as ever. That kept him alive. And in selfish moments he wondered if his love for her kept her alive because she was the longest living slayer ever.
Our story starts at Angel Investigations on a rather dull day. The old faded building that housed the business was a 1950's hotel. It had survived longer than the first Angel Investigations building. Cordelia Chase was sitting comfortably in a plush chair behind a desk while Angel paced near her avoiding a tiny path of light what came in through a high window.
"I still think you should take a vacation Angel. Oz invited you to come visit him in Tibet." Oz being a werewolf friend that they knew from the past who had on occasion visited LA.
"No. I feel something. Something's coming."
"You've been saying that for the last week." Cordelia rolled her eyes and tapped a few keys on her computer.
"I don't get this feeling very often." Angel persisted. Then Cordelia yelped and clawed at her head. Angel rushed around the desk to help her as she wobbled. After a moment she calmed down.
"Ireland." she moaned before going limp in his arms. He lifted her onto the desk and went to the refrigerator for an ice pack. A few minutes later she awoke. "Angel we have to go to Ireland."
"Why?" He was surprised. Her usual visions were of LA and things he could do there. Never had he had one for another country.
"The Druids need your help. The gateway to the fairy world has been opened. All the creatures are spilling out." she whispered painfully. He looked at her somewhat shocked.
"Oh wow." Angel wondered for a moment if Buffy would be called to help. "We're going to need to call the gatekeeper."
"That little boy? What can he do to help us?"
"He might be able to help me get to Ireland. I will probably need the ghost roads."
"Then maybe we should call Oz?" Cordelia asked not fully understanding the disaster that could result from fairies, centaurs, griffins, dragons and elves running around.
"Maybe." Angel gulped. It was one of those rare moments that he was afraid. Truly afraid.