Title: Zev

Rating: PG-13

Summary: When a stray dog wonders into the Hyperion hotel strange events start to happen. Season 3, I was watching Air-Bud with Beethoven on another channel while cuddling with my dog when I came up with this.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Angel, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer (who's characters I am planning on having show up later,) all I own is the dog but you can use him if you want, I don't care.

"Angel duck!" yelled Charles Gunn as the Amos demon tried to cut off Angel's head yet luckily the vampire ducked just in time.

"Gunn, Cordy get down!" yelled Wesley as he shoot the rifle in his hands at the Amos demon sending it to the ground. Wesley struggled up from his position on the ground where the Amos demon had thrown him.

"Nice shootin there English."

"Thank you Charles." Wesley mumbled as Gunn caught him from falling face first into the ground. "Seem I have twisted my ankle." he muttered.

"Lets get back to the hotel." Angel stated as he looked at his boss's foot with worry.

"Here" Cordy said as she laid some ice down upon Wesley's barefoot gently, while Gunn and Angel sat in line for thier own injuries to be healed. "It should bring down the swelling." she said smiling sweetly.

"Thank you, but I think-" Wesley hissed, maybe their was more to this then a twisted ankle, yet he ignored it. "Angel needs more assistance then I." Cordy looked upon her best friend with worried eyes and nodded as she went to tend to Angel's wounds unaware of the big brownish goldish eyes watching them from the windowed door of the Hyperion.

Scratch scratch scratch was the noise that awoke Wesley up from his sleep upon the red couch in the Hyperion Lobby. Cordelia forced him to stay at the Hotel until his foot was better. The sun was up yet the curtains are drawn in the morning so Angel doesn't accidentally step into sunlight while he's half asleep.

"Hmmm?" he mumbled.

Scratch scratch scratch went the noise once more. Hoping up on one foot he hopped to the door, to inspect the noise. He opened the door and suddenly felt something rush past him sending him to the ground. Quickly he glanced at his attacker.

Golden Retriever was the breed it least he thought it was. It's eyes were large and a brownish yet had a sort of yellow tint to it. It's fur was long and brownish and golidish yet it was covered in mud, blood, and other stains. It's teeth glinted at Wesley as it growled.

"Easy their boy." he said nervously. Suddenly Wesley saw something he hadn't noticed before. The dogs ribs where clearly shown. The thing was starving.

Quickly diving into his coat pocket which he hadn't taken off he grabbed a bag of peanuts he was planning on eating eventually. Opening it and threw it on the floor in front of the dog who ate it quickly, licking the floor once it was done with it's meal. Then it sat patiently upon the Hyperion Lobby floor.

"uuuh hi boy." he muttered. The dog cocked it's head at an angle and it's ear propped forward. It was mooching, or looking cute hoping to get more food. Suddenly the door's the Hyperion Hotel opened flooding the room with morning sunlight.

"Morning" said Cordelia a bright smile on her face. The dog saw her and ran across the room and stood between her and Wesley. "Uuh Wes why is their a dog here? In the lobby?"

"Uuuh not sure yet really. Thing just sort of walked in."

"Wesley it's-"

"a stray I know, we'll have to find it's owner."

"No, it's"

"Starving as well, yes Cordelia I am not blind."

"No you moron! It's so cute!" she squealed as she ran over opening up her box of donuts and giving it to the dog who ate it greedily. A bakers dozen of jelly filled donuts. "You are cute aren't ya? oh yes you are, oh yes you are, awww he's got jelly on his nose. So cuuutte!" the dog was waging it's tail madly and panting enjoying the attention.

"Cordelia I am going to have to remind you, that neither of out apartments allow pets. "

"Uuh earth to Wesley, we can keep him here."

"Angel has a thing with pets remember? Fred wanted to keep that hamster and he got all mad at her. Fred didn't leave her room for 2 days. How do you think he is going to feel about a dog?" he asked arching a brow.

"Well it's currently 7, Angel doesn't get up until around 10, we have 3 hours to it least make an arguable case."

"Fine Cordelia." Wesley sighed knowing it was stupid to even bother fighting with her. They both glanced at the dog, as it tried to remove the jelly that was on the top of it's nose. Continually licking it's nose.

"This is going to be a long day." thought Wesley to himself.

Author's Note: Ok, maybe not one of the coolest idea's I have but I believe the universe was begging me to write it.

PS: I didn't have a beta for this, so please exuse my grammer, cause ya know, I don't use it.