CHAPTER SIX
A/N: Thanks to those who have PM'd me their reviews. Keep them coming guys, I just want to know if this story is any good or not. Lorne is such a fun character to write for.
Oh and to remind you, this takes place about a month or two after the episode "That Old Gang of Mine".
" What's that noise?" Abigail mumbled as she was woken to a loud buzzing noise. She opened her eyes and found herself in Lorne's bed…her head resting on his chest. Memories of last night returned…they hadn't slept together yet. There was plenty of time for that. They had spent most of the night talking and eventually fell asleep.
" Someone's at the door." Lorne glanced at his clock. It was nearly eight am. " I'll be back in a minute." He disappeared downstairs.
Ten minutes later, he reappeared, " Listen honey, I have to go-you'll be ok here?"
" Sure. I'll be going back home. Nothing happened there the other day," she grabbed her clothes.
" Are you sure?"
" Positive."
" I'll call you." He promised, " Angel needs me for something."
" Angel?" she frowned, " Whatever happened to the vow you made about not be so willing to help him?"
" He says its urgent." He explained and leaned down to give her a lingering kiss, " I'll see you tonight kitten." He grabbed his jacket and left. She sighed. This was supposed to be their time, but Angel once again wants Lorne to help out. Doesn't Angel care what Lorne is going through? If it hadn't been for him, Lorne would still have his beloved club. She snatched up her clothes and headed for the bathroom.
" We have a demon tied up and we needed a translator." Angel explained, " Wesley couldn't make out the demon language it spoke so we're hoping you can help."
" And why did you capture this demon?"
" We didn't…it came barging into the hotel and attacked Wes. We don't know why, it was unprovoked. Maybe it's a random attack or it has some kind of connection to the hotel…or it wants me. Who knows."
" What kind of demon is it?"
" You'll see for yourself." Angel said. They arrived at the hotel and they entered the lobby. Sure enough a demon was chained in a chair with Wesley pouring over his books while holding a handkerchief to a gash on his forehead.
" Hi Lorne," he greeted the Host.
" It's a Artias." Lorne said. " It only comes out at night. I have no idea why its out during the day."
The demon chattered in its language. Lorne only caught snatches of it. It was a language he was vaguely familiar with. " It says it was driven out of it's lair by vampires…it says they stole his home."
" So why did it attack Wes?"
" They can get pretty violent if scared." Lorne explained, " but when they are calm they can be as gentle as a kitten. They are also a rare species of demons…they are almost becoming extinct. They usually keep to themselves."
" Tell it if we get back it's lair from the vampires, never to come up surface again." Angel said and Lorne translated for the demon. It nodded, looking relieved.
" Are Gunn and Fred back yet?" Lorne asked Angel once they finished interrogating the Artias.
" No, they are coming back on Friday." Angel said, " Cordy's getting some food. You can have lunch with us if you want."
" How's Abigail?" Wesley asked Lorne suddenly, " She was pretty distraught about her bookstore going up in flames."
" She's better."
" Abigail?" Angel tried to recall Abigail.
" The owner of the occult bookstore. You've talked to her a few times."
" Oh yes, the pretty brunette." Angel nodded then went upstairs.
" How are things between you two?" Wesley asked Lorne.
" Fine now…she forgave me."
Wesley nodded and at that moment, Cordelia returned with food.
" Why is that still here?" she demanded, nodding at the Artias, " Hi Lorne."
She tried unlocking the door to her open only to realise it had never been locked. She opened the door and went to turn on a light when she heard soft footsteps behind her. She whirled and her heart leapt to her throat, " Jeffrey! What…why are you here?"
Jeffrey Templeman smiled, " Hello gorgeous. Long time no see."