Title- "Deep Down"
Authors- Vicky Mills and Kelsey Nagel
E-Mail- Stargoddess109@aol.com and pisces748@excite.com
rating- PG-13... some language.. plus FLUFF
Disclaimer- I don't own them. If I (Vicky) did... Xander would have his own
show and wear nothing but leather. If I (Kelsey) did... Angel would have his
own show and wear nothing but leather... oh wait he does! Muwhahahah! Well
basically we don't own any "Angel" or "BtVS" characters. And if we DID...
we wouldn't put them through the HELL that Satan (a.k.a. Joss Whedon) has
put them through!
Summary- Xander travels to LA to get Angel to help Buffy. But something
happens that will change everything (So we sound like an announcer guy...
SUE US!... but don't really. We have nothing. You can have my extensive
collection of thimbles.) ((That's if I had any))
Spoilers- NONE! HAHA... oh.. no Anya, or Spike.. or Riley, or KATE! HAHAHAH
DIE ALL OF YOU! except for Anya or Spike... they're cool
Distribution- USE IT! JUST ASK US FIRST! USE IT EVERYWHERE!
Author's notes- It's cool. this fic was finished at 12;00 at night. GIVE US
A BREAK. There isn't really any angst, but it's chock full of FLUFF (( OK...
that "real Slim Shady song came on the radio for the 80th time tonight. and
we MEAN 80th. we COUNTED! DAMN DJ'S! WE HAVE IT FRICKING MEMORIZED!))
Feedback- DOES THIS QUESTION EVEN HAVE TO BE HERE?!?!?!
HERE IT GOES......
Deep Down
(Xander P.O.V.) Why am I on my way to LA. in Oz's stinky old van? No one
would believe me if I told them. Well… maybe they would. Being as we live on
the Hellmouth and all, they might consider it.
I DO have some pretty cool friends though. Buffy is the Slayer, A very
GOOD one I might say. Then there's Willow who has recently become a very
powerful witch. I think it's all those times that we used to play Indians in
my front yard mixing flowers together with water or, maybe it's because of
Ms. Calendar's death. I still like to think it was "moi". Then there's
Willow's boyfriend Oz. Oz is a werewolf, who plays bass guitar in a band.
PSH! A band, that won't pay the bills! And then there's that certain
vampire. I don't consider him my friend. So… here I am on a deserted
highway, in my best friend's boyfriend's van, on the way to LA to visit
Deadboy. How much does MY life suck?
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(Cordy P.O.V.) God my nails need to have a manicure. If Angel Investigations
actually had PAYING customers maybe I'd have a job where I actually GET
money. But… it's not really that bad. I mean, I get coffee and doughnuts…
and if I get in trouble I can call on my boss to kick their ass. And
there's the pint little Irish man. He's not bad looking… but he's weird. He
get "visions". Where he can see and smell all these nasty things and then he
tells Angel where to go so he can go fix it. ** thought Cordy**
Cordy- Angel?
Angel- Yeah?
He was calling from downstairs. That means he's brooding again. He tried to
call HER last night but chickened out. Man… that girl has this emotional
leash on him that spans the whole state. ** Cordy thought**
Cordy- We're all out of… staples.
Angel- I'll pick some up tonight
Cordy- Where are you going tonight?
Angel- Doyle had a vision about a niofecal demon.
Cordy- That sounds…. Gross
Angel- Most demons are.
Cordy- Well… HAVE FUN!" FREEDOM!
*She grabs her purse and coat and rushes out the door bumping into Doyle*
Cordy- What are you doing out here?
Doyle- Well I do work here you know.
Cordy- Well… I was just leaving…
Doyle- So soon? I thought Angel had this… paper for you to do or something.
Cordy- No. Me doing a paper? *laughs*
Doyle- Oh… sorry to confuse you with an employee.
*Cordy stares after the man for a little while then waltzes out the door to
her car. After getting in the car she drives home for the night.*
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(Angel's POV)
**Angel sat at the kitchen table with the phone in his hand. He sighed as he
once again hung up the phone after only getting to the 4th digit of 'her'
phone number. He still couldn't get up the nerve to call.**
Angel- Come on. It's just Buffy.
Angel- Yeah, the same Buffy that you broke up with and haven't seen or
talked for 3 months.
Angel- God I miss her.
** He tried again to make his hand push that 7 digit number that would
connect him to his love. Maybe it wasn't that his hand didn't want to dial,
maybe it was his heart. **
Angel- I shouldn't call her! She's probably moved on, getting relaxed into
her new college life. A call from me would just upset her. But what if she
misses me like I miss her. No, why would she miss me? * Me *?
**He sighed again as he put the receiver back in it's holder and stood up to
go get ready to go out.**
"Hey man. How are ya?" **Doyle asked as he jogged down the stairs.**
"Hey Doyle." **Angel said grabbing his black duster.**
Doyle- Ready to go?
Angel- Yeah, just about. Did Cordy leave?
Doyle- Yeah, she bailed. I don't think she like them late night demon hunts
to much. She's more the desk sitting type.
Angel- Yeah. She is. Let's get out of here.
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**Xander knocked on the door half-heartedly. He looked and snickered at the
angel and the words "Angel Investigations" on the door. He walked in to the
room a little bit**
Xander- Hello? Deadboy… you here?
**He walked farther into the room and saw that there were 2 rooms. Both had
a desk in them. He looked at the mini-fridge.**
Xander- Don't mind if I do..
**He walked over to the fridge and looked inside.**
Xander- MMMM… applesauce.
**As he bent over to get the cup of apple goodness, he heard voices and the
screeching of a rusted elevator. He quickly put the applesauce back into the
fridge and stood next to the door. He saw a heavy looking book next to him
and picked it up. He held it above his head and brought it down on the first
head that came through the door.**
Doyle- Ow! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!
Xander- AHH! DEMON! DEMON!
Doyle- What's you point, man?
Xander- DIE!
**Xander picks up the book again and raises it above his head. A hand grabs
his wrist and pries the book out of his grasp.**
Xander- HEY!
**He spins around and looks into the face of Angel**
Angel- Xander?
Xander- DEADBOY! Nice to see you! Ok… that's a lie but you know how I feel.
Doyle- Ok… WHO ARE YOU?!?!
Xander- Oh… an old friend of Angel's here. I wouldn't really say we were
friends… we had a mutual acquaintance, Buffy
Doyle- Oh… This Buffy chick sure does get around.
Angel and Xander- HEY!
Doyle- Sorry…
**Doyle casually went behind Cordy's desk and sat down in her chair.**
Angel- What do you want Xander?
Xander- World peace. But we all know your not the one to come to for that
one. Buffy needs help on the home-front. Seems some big nasty smelly demon
has decided that he wants to eat all of our town's residence, and since
that's bad we need more help.
Angel- And they sent you? Oh… everyone else had more important things to do.
So they stuck you with the easy job.
**Xander glares at him** "Since when did you get a sense of humor Deadboy?"
Angel- Since I got away from the Hellmouth. And how many times do I have to
tell you to stop calling me that?
Xander- I know you don't like it. Hence me saying it all the time…. Deadboy
**Angel growls and walks over to Doyle**
Angel- So… where's this niofecal demon? And when are we leaving?
**Xander looks baffled and his jaw drops**
Xander- Ok… Angel… see we're going to get into the big van in front of the
building and go to Sunnydale. So you can save the day. Because Buffy thinks
you're cute. So come help her.
Angel- No.. You guys can handle it. I have to go kill this thing.
Xander- But Buffy needs you. WE **makes a gesturing motion** need you
**Angel Smirks**
Angel- I just wanted to hear you say it.
**Xander makes a fake smile and looks at Doyle**
Xander- Is the little man coming too?
Doyle- 'Ey! It just so happens that I am a direct link to the Powers That
Be. Where ever Angel goes… I go.
Xander- Well then we make it a party. **rubs Hands together** So go get your
little knives or swords.. or whatever you need and lets blow this pop-stand.
From what I've seen so far LA sucks!
Angel- There's a lot of that going around.
Xander- Wow… Deadboy made a joke! Did you hurt yourself? Do you need to lie
down?
Angel- Yeah… then I'll go get in my coffin and make sure my pet bats
protecting me.
**Xander smiles**
Xander- Hey. That was actually almost funny!
**Doyle looks troubled**
"Angel… you're forgetting your other employee. You know… the one who talks
too much of mascara?"
Angel- Oh. Well… go call her. See if she wants to come along. She has family
there.
** Xander looks confused and raises his hand**
Xander- Ok… having trouble understanding Private-Eye talk. Who's this
"mascara obsessed woman"? It is a woman right? Wait.. it'd have to be….
Nevermind…
**Angel looks at Xander then at Doyle.**
Angel - "This should be interesting."
Xander - "What? How? Why? Huh?" **Still confused as ever.**
Doyle - "I - What he said."
Angel - "REALLY interesting."
Xander - "Okay, now that you've thoroughly confused me, can we leave?"
Doyle - "Yeah, but I've still got to call 'Delia."
Xander - "Oh… Hey Deadboy, you got some foreign chic workin for you? Where's
she from? Sweden? I here those chics are HOT!"
**Angel just shakes his head and rubs his forehead**
Doyle - "She may not be from Sweden, but you've got one part right."
Xander **raises his eyebrows, and shrugs** - "Fine with me. Hey… having a
thought… Oh man… lost it… OH there it is! um… 'Delia… 'Delia. CORDELIA!?!?!"
Angel - "Oh no."
Doyle - "Yeah, but did you have to scream?"
Xander - "CORDELIA!"
Angel - "Yeah, that's her."
**Xanders eyes get big and his mouth opens wide as Doyle calls her.**
Cordelia - "Hello?"
Doyle - "Hey 'Delia. Angel and I are gonna go back to Sunnydale, with some
guy here named-"
**Angel quickly grabs the phone from him, while Xander just gawks at them**
Angel - "Hey Cordy, how are you?"
Cordy - "What's this about Sunnydale?"
Angel - "Oh, well there's some trouble and me and Doyle were going to go
back there. But you should probably stay and take care of the office."
**Cordy gets slightly suspicious**
Cordy - "No, I think I'll come back. I haven't had a chance to see any of
them. Although, there are some I'd rather NOT see. If you know what I mean."
**Angel looks up from the desk at Xander**
Angel - "Yeah, I know what you mean."
Cordy - "So when are we leaving?"
Angel - "We were gonna leave tonight. You know, avoid the sun. And I think
it's kind of urgent that we get there."
Cordy - "So you gonna come pick me up? And, uh… who's this guy that's taking
us? Did Oz come back?"
Angel - "Oh geeze, look at the time. Hurry up and get ready we'll be there
in a few."
Cordy - "Bu-"
Angel - "Bye."
**Angel quickly hung up the phone before she could say anything else. He let
out an unneeded breath and sat down next to Doyle**
Xander - "Okay, now before I decide to go back alone, and tell them you
weren't here. Let's leave."
**Xander walks out the door to the van, after going to the fridge and
getting the applesauce, and a spoon**
Doyle - "What's HIS problem?"
**Angel walks out with Doyle trailing him.**
Angel - "I have a feeling this is going to be a LONG trip."
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(Cordy's P.O.V.)
Cordy sat on her couch with her bag full of clothes. She tapped her feet to
the music that was in her head and hummed to the song she had heard on the
way home. She got up one for time and looked around to make sure she hadn't
forgotten anything. A Ghostly force threw her keys into the air and they
landed on the table in front of her.
Cordy- 'Thanks Dennis. What would I do without you?"
**Just then the door bell rang.**
Cordy- ONE SECOND!
**Cordy grabbed her bag and headed to the door. She opened it and looked
down. Doyle was smiling up at her.**
Doyle- Ready to go Princess?
**Cordy Smiled**
Cordy- As ready as I'll ever be!
**They both headed out the the van… Angel was in the driver's seat and
Xander was seated in the back. He was asleep. Angel guessed that the trip
had been a long one. Doyle and Angel had covered him up with a blanket. The
last thing they wanted was for Xander and Cordy to get in a fight.**
**Cordy entered into the van into the passenger's seat.**
Cordy- Hi Angel.
**Angel looked at her and gave her a weak smile.**
**Cordy looked in the back at the hump of blankets**
Cordy- Did Oz get tired out or something?
Angel- Something like that.
**Doyle opened the side door, threw Cordy's stuff in, then closed the door.
He got settled and they were on the road.**
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(Xander's P.O.V.)
**Xander weakly opened his eyes and looked around. The van had stopped
moving and no one else was in the van. He threw off the covers and stood up,
bumping his head on the roof. He rubbed his head and looked up at the
roof.**
Xander- Damn roof. Who needs ya!
**Xander threw open the side door and looked around. They were back in
Sunnydale.**
Guess I'm too minor to think of WAKING UP! **Xander thought**
**Xander stretched then tried to recognize where he was. He finally figured
out that he was in front of Giles' house. He walked to the front door and
walked in**
Xander- Hey everyone… forget about me why don't you!
Cordy- OK!
**Giles comes out of the kitchen carrying two cups of tea and sets them on
the desk. He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose**
Xander- Ok… that's not a good sign. That's "the world is about to end" nose
rub!
Giles- Well… yes… it very well may end soon.
Xander- If I got a Twinkie every time you said that I'd be fat.
Cordy- too late.
**Xander glares at Cordy and makes a face at her as he flops on the couch.**
Xander- So… where is everyone? Where's the hunting squad?
Giles- out… hunting….
Xander- well… I could have guessed that.
Giles- **says harshly** Well then why did you ask?
Xander- whoa… G-man… Chill out. The end of the world happens every week to
us, us and the people on Soup operas.
Cordy- Oh… did you see the one last week where Timmy tried to save Charity
from the witch-y women?
**Xander looks at Cordy confused and raises an eyebrow**
Cordy- oh shut-up.
**Cordy stands and goes into the kitchen and gets a glass of water.**
**Xander sits up on the couch and looks at Giles**
Xander- so where did our hunters go to… hunt?
Giles- they went to the park. Doyle… I think that was his name… had a
premonition that the beast would be there. And I sure hope he's never wrong.
**Cordy says from the kitchen**
Cordy- He's not. He just gets really gross looking and has to sit down. He's
never been wrong though.
**Xander looks at Giles then at Cordy**
Xander- you're just a wealth of useful information now aren't you?
Cordy- and you want it all… since you have none!
**Xander stands and walks over to her, but Giles stands in between them**
Giles- you are acting like children!
Xander- SHE IS A CHILD!
Cordy- That's not what you said last year
Xander- well I've grown!
Cordy- I highly doubt that.
**Xander makes a face and sits back on the couch**
Xander- Giles… so what do we do now?
Giles- we wait for the hunters to return…
Authors- Vicky Mills and Kelsey Nagel
E-Mail- Stargoddess109@aol.com and pisces748@excite.com
rating- PG-13... some language.. plus FLUFF
Disclaimer- I don't own them. If I (Vicky) did... Xander would have his own
show and wear nothing but leather. If I (Kelsey) did... Angel would have his
own show and wear nothing but leather... oh wait he does! Muwhahahah! Well
basically we don't own any "Angel" or "BtVS" characters. And if we DID...
we wouldn't put them through the HELL that Satan (a.k.a. Joss Whedon) has
put them through!
Summary- Xander travels to LA to get Angel to help Buffy. But something
happens that will change everything (So we sound like an announcer guy...
SUE US!... but don't really. We have nothing. You can have my extensive
collection of thimbles.) ((That's if I had any))
Spoilers- NONE! HAHA... oh.. no Anya, or Spike.. or Riley, or KATE! HAHAHAH
DIE ALL OF YOU! except for Anya or Spike... they're cool
Distribution- USE IT! JUST ASK US FIRST! USE IT EVERYWHERE!
Author's notes- It's cool. this fic was finished at 12;00 at night. GIVE US
A BREAK. There isn't really any angst, but it's chock full of FLUFF (( OK...
that "real Slim Shady song came on the radio for the 80th time tonight. and
we MEAN 80th. we COUNTED! DAMN DJ'S! WE HAVE IT FRICKING MEMORIZED!))
Feedback- DOES THIS QUESTION EVEN HAVE TO BE HERE?!?!?!
HERE IT GOES......
Deep Down
(Xander P.O.V.) Why am I on my way to LA. in Oz's stinky old van? No one
would believe me if I told them. Well… maybe they would. Being as we live on
the Hellmouth and all, they might consider it.
I DO have some pretty cool friends though. Buffy is the Slayer, A very
GOOD one I might say. Then there's Willow who has recently become a very
powerful witch. I think it's all those times that we used to play Indians in
my front yard mixing flowers together with water or, maybe it's because of
Ms. Calendar's death. I still like to think it was "moi". Then there's
Willow's boyfriend Oz. Oz is a werewolf, who plays bass guitar in a band.
PSH! A band, that won't pay the bills! And then there's that certain
vampire. I don't consider him my friend. So… here I am on a deserted
highway, in my best friend's boyfriend's van, on the way to LA to visit
Deadboy. How much does MY life suck?
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(Cordy P.O.V.) God my nails need to have a manicure. If Angel Investigations
actually had PAYING customers maybe I'd have a job where I actually GET
money. But… it's not really that bad. I mean, I get coffee and doughnuts…
and if I get in trouble I can call on my boss to kick their ass. And
there's the pint little Irish man. He's not bad looking… but he's weird. He
get "visions". Where he can see and smell all these nasty things and then he
tells Angel where to go so he can go fix it. ** thought Cordy**
Cordy- Angel?
Angel- Yeah?
He was calling from downstairs. That means he's brooding again. He tried to
call HER last night but chickened out. Man… that girl has this emotional
leash on him that spans the whole state. ** Cordy thought**
Cordy- We're all out of… staples.
Angel- I'll pick some up tonight
Cordy- Where are you going tonight?
Angel- Doyle had a vision about a niofecal demon.
Cordy- That sounds…. Gross
Angel- Most demons are.
Cordy- Well… HAVE FUN!" FREEDOM!
*She grabs her purse and coat and rushes out the door bumping into Doyle*
Cordy- What are you doing out here?
Doyle- Well I do work here you know.
Cordy- Well… I was just leaving…
Doyle- So soon? I thought Angel had this… paper for you to do or something.
Cordy- No. Me doing a paper? *laughs*
Doyle- Oh… sorry to confuse you with an employee.
*Cordy stares after the man for a little while then waltzes out the door to
her car. After getting in the car she drives home for the night.*
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(Angel's POV)
**Angel sat at the kitchen table with the phone in his hand. He sighed as he
once again hung up the phone after only getting to the 4th digit of 'her'
phone number. He still couldn't get up the nerve to call.**
Angel- Come on. It's just Buffy.
Angel- Yeah, the same Buffy that you broke up with and haven't seen or
talked for 3 months.
Angel- God I miss her.
** He tried again to make his hand push that 7 digit number that would
connect him to his love. Maybe it wasn't that his hand didn't want to dial,
maybe it was his heart. **
Angel- I shouldn't call her! She's probably moved on, getting relaxed into
her new college life. A call from me would just upset her. But what if she
misses me like I miss her. No, why would she miss me? * Me *?
**He sighed again as he put the receiver back in it's holder and stood up to
go get ready to go out.**
"Hey man. How are ya?" **Doyle asked as he jogged down the stairs.**
"Hey Doyle." **Angel said grabbing his black duster.**
Doyle- Ready to go?
Angel- Yeah, just about. Did Cordy leave?
Doyle- Yeah, she bailed. I don't think she like them late night demon hunts
to much. She's more the desk sitting type.
Angel- Yeah. She is. Let's get out of here.
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**Xander knocked on the door half-heartedly. He looked and snickered at the
angel and the words "Angel Investigations" on the door. He walked in to the
room a little bit**
Xander- Hello? Deadboy… you here?
**He walked farther into the room and saw that there were 2 rooms. Both had
a desk in them. He looked at the mini-fridge.**
Xander- Don't mind if I do..
**He walked over to the fridge and looked inside.**
Xander- MMMM… applesauce.
**As he bent over to get the cup of apple goodness, he heard voices and the
screeching of a rusted elevator. He quickly put the applesauce back into the
fridge and stood next to the door. He saw a heavy looking book next to him
and picked it up. He held it above his head and brought it down on the first
head that came through the door.**
Doyle- Ow! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!
Xander- AHH! DEMON! DEMON!
Doyle- What's you point, man?
Xander- DIE!
**Xander picks up the book again and raises it above his head. A hand grabs
his wrist and pries the book out of his grasp.**
Xander- HEY!
**He spins around and looks into the face of Angel**
Angel- Xander?
Xander- DEADBOY! Nice to see you! Ok… that's a lie but you know how I feel.
Doyle- Ok… WHO ARE YOU?!?!
Xander- Oh… an old friend of Angel's here. I wouldn't really say we were
friends… we had a mutual acquaintance, Buffy
Doyle- Oh… This Buffy chick sure does get around.
Angel and Xander- HEY!
Doyle- Sorry…
**Doyle casually went behind Cordy's desk and sat down in her chair.**
Angel- What do you want Xander?
Xander- World peace. But we all know your not the one to come to for that
one. Buffy needs help on the home-front. Seems some big nasty smelly demon
has decided that he wants to eat all of our town's residence, and since
that's bad we need more help.
Angel- And they sent you? Oh… everyone else had more important things to do.
So they stuck you with the easy job.
**Xander glares at him** "Since when did you get a sense of humor Deadboy?"
Angel- Since I got away from the Hellmouth. And how many times do I have to
tell you to stop calling me that?
Xander- I know you don't like it. Hence me saying it all the time…. Deadboy
**Angel growls and walks over to Doyle**
Angel- So… where's this niofecal demon? And when are we leaving?
**Xander looks baffled and his jaw drops**
Xander- Ok… Angel… see we're going to get into the big van in front of the
building and go to Sunnydale. So you can save the day. Because Buffy thinks
you're cute. So come help her.
Angel- No.. You guys can handle it. I have to go kill this thing.
Xander- But Buffy needs you. WE **makes a gesturing motion** need you
**Angel Smirks**
Angel- I just wanted to hear you say it.
**Xander makes a fake smile and looks at Doyle**
Xander- Is the little man coming too?
Doyle- 'Ey! It just so happens that I am a direct link to the Powers That
Be. Where ever Angel goes… I go.
Xander- Well then we make it a party. **rubs Hands together** So go get your
little knives or swords.. or whatever you need and lets blow this pop-stand.
From what I've seen so far LA sucks!
Angel- There's a lot of that going around.
Xander- Wow… Deadboy made a joke! Did you hurt yourself? Do you need to lie
down?
Angel- Yeah… then I'll go get in my coffin and make sure my pet bats
protecting me.
**Xander smiles**
Xander- Hey. That was actually almost funny!
**Doyle looks troubled**
"Angel… you're forgetting your other employee. You know… the one who talks
too much of mascara?"
Angel- Oh. Well… go call her. See if she wants to come along. She has family
there.
** Xander looks confused and raises his hand**
Xander- Ok… having trouble understanding Private-Eye talk. Who's this
"mascara obsessed woman"? It is a woman right? Wait.. it'd have to be….
Nevermind…
**Angel looks at Xander then at Doyle.**
Angel - "This should be interesting."
Xander - "What? How? Why? Huh?" **Still confused as ever.**
Doyle - "I - What he said."
Angel - "REALLY interesting."
Xander - "Okay, now that you've thoroughly confused me, can we leave?"
Doyle - "Yeah, but I've still got to call 'Delia."
Xander - "Oh… Hey Deadboy, you got some foreign chic workin for you? Where's
she from? Sweden? I here those chics are HOT!"
**Angel just shakes his head and rubs his forehead**
Doyle - "She may not be from Sweden, but you've got one part right."
Xander **raises his eyebrows, and shrugs** - "Fine with me. Hey… having a
thought… Oh man… lost it… OH there it is! um… 'Delia… 'Delia. CORDELIA!?!?!"
Angel - "Oh no."
Doyle - "Yeah, but did you have to scream?"
Xander - "CORDELIA!"
Angel - "Yeah, that's her."
**Xanders eyes get big and his mouth opens wide as Doyle calls her.**
Cordelia - "Hello?"
Doyle - "Hey 'Delia. Angel and I are gonna go back to Sunnydale, with some
guy here named-"
**Angel quickly grabs the phone from him, while Xander just gawks at them**
Angel - "Hey Cordy, how are you?"
Cordy - "What's this about Sunnydale?"
Angel - "Oh, well there's some trouble and me and Doyle were going to go
back there. But you should probably stay and take care of the office."
**Cordy gets slightly suspicious**
Cordy - "No, I think I'll come back. I haven't had a chance to see any of
them. Although, there are some I'd rather NOT see. If you know what I mean."
**Angel looks up from the desk at Xander**
Angel - "Yeah, I know what you mean."
Cordy - "So when are we leaving?"
Angel - "We were gonna leave tonight. You know, avoid the sun. And I think
it's kind of urgent that we get there."
Cordy - "So you gonna come pick me up? And, uh… who's this guy that's taking
us? Did Oz come back?"
Angel - "Oh geeze, look at the time. Hurry up and get ready we'll be there
in a few."
Cordy - "Bu-"
Angel - "Bye."
**Angel quickly hung up the phone before she could say anything else. He let
out an unneeded breath and sat down next to Doyle**
Xander - "Okay, now before I decide to go back alone, and tell them you
weren't here. Let's leave."
**Xander walks out the door to the van, after going to the fridge and
getting the applesauce, and a spoon**
Doyle - "What's HIS problem?"
**Angel walks out with Doyle trailing him.**
Angel - "I have a feeling this is going to be a LONG trip."
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(Cordy's P.O.V.)
Cordy sat on her couch with her bag full of clothes. She tapped her feet to
the music that was in her head and hummed to the song she had heard on the
way home. She got up one for time and looked around to make sure she hadn't
forgotten anything. A Ghostly force threw her keys into the air and they
landed on the table in front of her.
Cordy- 'Thanks Dennis. What would I do without you?"
**Just then the door bell rang.**
Cordy- ONE SECOND!
**Cordy grabbed her bag and headed to the door. She opened it and looked
down. Doyle was smiling up at her.**
Doyle- Ready to go Princess?
**Cordy Smiled**
Cordy- As ready as I'll ever be!
**They both headed out the the van… Angel was in the driver's seat and
Xander was seated in the back. He was asleep. Angel guessed that the trip
had been a long one. Doyle and Angel had covered him up with a blanket. The
last thing they wanted was for Xander and Cordy to get in a fight.**
**Cordy entered into the van into the passenger's seat.**
Cordy- Hi Angel.
**Angel looked at her and gave her a weak smile.**
**Cordy looked in the back at the hump of blankets**
Cordy- Did Oz get tired out or something?
Angel- Something like that.
**Doyle opened the side door, threw Cordy's stuff in, then closed the door.
He got settled and they were on the road.**
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(Xander's P.O.V.)
**Xander weakly opened his eyes and looked around. The van had stopped
moving and no one else was in the van. He threw off the covers and stood up,
bumping his head on the roof. He rubbed his head and looked up at the
roof.**
Xander- Damn roof. Who needs ya!
**Xander threw open the side door and looked around. They were back in
Sunnydale.**
Guess I'm too minor to think of WAKING UP! **Xander thought**
**Xander stretched then tried to recognize where he was. He finally figured
out that he was in front of Giles' house. He walked to the front door and
walked in**
Xander- Hey everyone… forget about me why don't you!
Cordy- OK!
**Giles comes out of the kitchen carrying two cups of tea and sets them on
the desk. He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose**
Xander- Ok… that's not a good sign. That's "the world is about to end" nose
rub!
Giles- Well… yes… it very well may end soon.
Xander- If I got a Twinkie every time you said that I'd be fat.
Cordy- too late.
**Xander glares at Cordy and makes a face at her as he flops on the couch.**
Xander- So… where is everyone? Where's the hunting squad?
Giles- out… hunting….
Xander- well… I could have guessed that.
Giles- **says harshly** Well then why did you ask?
Xander- whoa… G-man… Chill out. The end of the world happens every week to
us, us and the people on Soup operas.
Cordy- Oh… did you see the one last week where Timmy tried to save Charity
from the witch-y women?
**Xander looks at Cordy confused and raises an eyebrow**
Cordy- oh shut-up.
**Cordy stands and goes into the kitchen and gets a glass of water.**
**Xander sits up on the couch and looks at Giles**
Xander- so where did our hunters go to… hunt?
Giles- they went to the park. Doyle… I think that was his name… had a
premonition that the beast would be there. And I sure hope he's never wrong.
**Cordy says from the kitchen**
Cordy- He's not. He just gets really gross looking and has to sit down. He's
never been wrong though.
**Xander looks at Giles then at Cordy**
Xander- you're just a wealth of useful information now aren't you?
Cordy- and you want it all… since you have none!
**Xander stands and walks over to her, but Giles stands in between them**
Giles- you are acting like children!
Xander- SHE IS A CHILD!
Cordy- That's not what you said last year
Xander- well I've grown!
Cordy- I highly doubt that.
**Xander makes a face and sits back on the couch**
Xander- Giles… so what do we do now?
Giles- we wait for the hunters to return…