A/N: Kay, 1 new review, but it doesn't seem like anyone's reading my story,
but guess what? More is going up! I have absolutely *no* idea what is gonna
happen, so this is kinda a miracle. If you have any suggestions, put them
in the reviews. Hint hint. I looove feedback! Anyway, if there's a
continuity thing, tell me, but I think this is Okay, And I know this is
mainly fluff, but I wanted to be able to set up some stuff for later, and
an Angel friendship was required. Plus, no Dawn, be happy!
Angel and Cat stood in the mansion, waiting for Buffy and Connor to finish.
"So in your world, I'm on TV?"Angel asked, interested.
"Yeah. You and even Connor. Oh, the baby episodes were *so* sweet! But then they *had* to bring angst into it, so Cordy could be all meaningful, so they conveniently dropped through a portal so he could become the *teen* element in AI. Like we would drool over him, when Angel has been the gorgeous one we dream about since..."Cat began scornfully, then blushed.
"I. didn't.. just.say that, did I?" Angel nodded. He grinned.
"So I'm the cute factor in Buffy?" he asked. He'd picked up on her use of the term a while back.
"Nu uh, mister. You switched to *Angel*. Which is *almost* always more angsty, except for the baby Connor bits! Now Spike's the cute factor. And if it helps, I like Spike best, especially where he's definitely naked!" Cat looked down, and blushed again. "Oh crap."
"so you have a thing for Spike?' Angel teased.
"No, I *had* a thing for the character. Spike in the flesh is *so* not what I want to crush on, particularly after the stories *I've* read!" Cat shuddered at the memory of the Giles/Spike stuff she had read, in a moment of curiosity.
"Anyway, I'm loving the Cordy goodness, I loved her TV show, it was so cool, and I'm forgetting you didn't know about that.." Cat stared at Angel.
"Oh My God! I just remembered!" She slugged Angel hard in the gut.
"Ouch. What was that for?" he asked, frowning.
"How could you *do* that? You and Buff would've been fine. And the cuteness of you in human form, and the ice cream, I watched tha bit about a million times, my copy broke! " Angel's confusion cleared, and then his jaw dropped.
"So people *saw* that?" he asked, his voice squeaking.
"Yuh huh. *And* the table bit. Boy, when you want to sleep with the girl, you don't stop! "Cat giggled, and watched as Angel turned a deep, rosy red.
"How come you do that? Is it a just-eaten thing? Cos I would *love* to know. Then I can catch Spike in the nude in my latest story, and he can blush. I had to write it out, cos people pointed out he couldn't but you can, and so. just tell me already!" Cat demanded.
"You watch that show too much, " Angel said frowning.
"Hey! If I didn't I would have staked you by now! You're a vamp, remember? Only people that know it's a soul that's buzzing in your head wouldn't stake you when you subject them to *that* bad a rendition of 'Mandy'!" Cat poked him in the chest.
" It's pretty!" Angel defended himself with.
"Not when it's sung by you!" Cat retorted. She reached out, and thinking what all the stories suggested, attempted to tickle the big bad Angelus.
"NO! Stop! Please, don't do that! STOP!!!" Angel squirmed, and Cat watched in amazement as one of the best ideas played with came to life. A vamp turned into a kitten when you tickled them.
Angel lay on the ground, motionless. She bent down, and poked him, and he grabbed her, and tickled back.
"A tickle fight. How childish," Buffy commented, watching her ex and student roll around trying to crease the other up long enough to get away.
"Hey Buffy! Come play!" Cat called, and Buffy marched over. Starting to talk, two pairs of hands grabbed her and tickled fast and furious.
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"So what do you think he's doing there?" Fred mused, as she blew a kiss at Gunn. Gunn paused loading up his cross bow to blow one back, then said,
"It's Angel, right? And he's wih blondie. My guess is he's brooding."
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Willow and Oz walked back hand in hand.
If anyone sees us they'll think we're boyfriend and girlfriend, but we're not, well, we were, but we're not, and we coud be, and naughty Willow! Girls, not boys, remember? But Oz is so cute, with the little grin, and the hair, and the cute grin, and did I mention the sweet little way he smiles at me? asked her inner monolgue.
"Hey Will? Ice cream?" Oz pointed toward a large sign proclaiming the prospect of ice creamy goodness.
"Yeah," she sighed, then
*bad* Willow!
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Spike dressed, and today was one of the first in which his shirt didn't pull on the scars that crisscrossed his back. He smiled, and carried on dressing. Today, finality on a package he called "Slayer'. He was fed up with her spectre, laughing at him.
-you thought you had a chance. You, William the Bloody. Tried to get someone to get rid of the chip, and ended up without balls,let alone a dick!
She haunted his dreams, drifting in and out. She danced through his thoughts, his kills, and when he tried to make sense of the tangle of plotlines that Passions had changed to while he was away. Stupid bint!
He flung his duster over the top, and stormed out of the crypt.
"Bloody hell!" Correction. *Would* have stormed out, if that big ol' ball of burning gas hadn't smiled down on him.
He sulked.
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Connor sat on the couch, flicking thorugh the channels. Passions, a soap Cordy watched avidly was on. He slumped back, totally confused, but enjoying the peace. First, he'd sparred with not one, but *two* Slayers. So bruises everywhere. Then he'd hung with an insane girl who'd told him his mother was a ho. In the *literal* sense. Working gal. He needed time to prepare himself for the hurricane.
" Hey." Angel sat beside him.
"Hey." Angel fell back, and relaxed.
"That girl could talk over *Drusilla* !" his father commented, and Connor grinned.
"Yup. Maybe when she turns up, we set Cat on her. "
"Next time I see Dru, I will stake Miss Edith. She'll probably take more notice of *her*, " Cat commentedas she walked in, and slumped into an armchair.
"Hey guys ! Ready for training?" Willow sang out. Oz stepped in behind her. They greeted her with a chorus of groans.
"Guess not," Oz commented. Willow went into the kitchen, and began to prepare lunch. Oz sat down and stuck out his hand.
"Hey, I'm Oz. You're Cat." Cat looked at it, smiled, and shook it.
"Yeah, I know. How was the film?"
"Full of the funnies. How was training?"
"Kicked Connor's butt. Wacked Angel with a stick."
"Really?"
"Uh huh." "Cool." The others watched the exchange. Cat smiled.
"I always loved the way Oz talked, it was just, so , *Oz*, you know? And the hair thing, and the funny little comments, like the animal crackers thing. And Scott Evil is so not as cool," she said dreamily.
"Scott Evil? Something I should kill?" Buffy asked.
"No! It's a film, Austin Powers? "No comprehension registered.
"In it there's a spy, and it's basically a parody of James Bond. Scott Evil is the son of Dr Evil, and he's so gorgeous! And there's the whole, he's the only good one on the team, and then there's Dr Evil's clone,Minime, and ." she came to a stop. They looked slightly dizzy.
"Okay, I get it! I talk too much, but *you* try droppingb into a TV show sometime, and see how relaxed *you* are!" Cat said.
"No, I mean, you don't talk too much, but we're a little tired, okay?" Buffy said.
"Fine. I'm gonna go for a walk." Cat got up, and walked out of the house, toward the graveyard.
"Sleeping in progress?" Willow asked, walking in, and they all replied with a snore.
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Cat swung the door to the crypt open, and stepped inside. She had always wanted to be in here, here was where Dru shocked Buffy with electricity, and Spike sang.
Oooh, Spike singing, goooood memory! Bad Cat!
She walked in, touching the stake in her back pocket. She didn't think anyone was here, but vamps were like squatters, once one had lived there, if he moved on, they took over. She lifted the trapdoor easily, and clambered down. Her flashlight (to make the distinction between the flame things, and a lightbulb one, I'm using American) flickered up over the walls, and she caught sight of... Nsync??
"What the..?" she said, and Spike strode out from the shadows.
"Yeah, I'd say the same thin' "
Angel and Cat stood in the mansion, waiting for Buffy and Connor to finish.
"So in your world, I'm on TV?"Angel asked, interested.
"Yeah. You and even Connor. Oh, the baby episodes were *so* sweet! But then they *had* to bring angst into it, so Cordy could be all meaningful, so they conveniently dropped through a portal so he could become the *teen* element in AI. Like we would drool over him, when Angel has been the gorgeous one we dream about since..."Cat began scornfully, then blushed.
"I. didn't.. just.say that, did I?" Angel nodded. He grinned.
"So I'm the cute factor in Buffy?" he asked. He'd picked up on her use of the term a while back.
"Nu uh, mister. You switched to *Angel*. Which is *almost* always more angsty, except for the baby Connor bits! Now Spike's the cute factor. And if it helps, I like Spike best, especially where he's definitely naked!" Cat looked down, and blushed again. "Oh crap."
"so you have a thing for Spike?' Angel teased.
"No, I *had* a thing for the character. Spike in the flesh is *so* not what I want to crush on, particularly after the stories *I've* read!" Cat shuddered at the memory of the Giles/Spike stuff she had read, in a moment of curiosity.
"Anyway, I'm loving the Cordy goodness, I loved her TV show, it was so cool, and I'm forgetting you didn't know about that.." Cat stared at Angel.
"Oh My God! I just remembered!" She slugged Angel hard in the gut.
"Ouch. What was that for?" he asked, frowning.
"How could you *do* that? You and Buff would've been fine. And the cuteness of you in human form, and the ice cream, I watched tha bit about a million times, my copy broke! " Angel's confusion cleared, and then his jaw dropped.
"So people *saw* that?" he asked, his voice squeaking.
"Yuh huh. *And* the table bit. Boy, when you want to sleep with the girl, you don't stop! "Cat giggled, and watched as Angel turned a deep, rosy red.
"How come you do that? Is it a just-eaten thing? Cos I would *love* to know. Then I can catch Spike in the nude in my latest story, and he can blush. I had to write it out, cos people pointed out he couldn't but you can, and so. just tell me already!" Cat demanded.
"You watch that show too much, " Angel said frowning.
"Hey! If I didn't I would have staked you by now! You're a vamp, remember? Only people that know it's a soul that's buzzing in your head wouldn't stake you when you subject them to *that* bad a rendition of 'Mandy'!" Cat poked him in the chest.
" It's pretty!" Angel defended himself with.
"Not when it's sung by you!" Cat retorted. She reached out, and thinking what all the stories suggested, attempted to tickle the big bad Angelus.
"NO! Stop! Please, don't do that! STOP!!!" Angel squirmed, and Cat watched in amazement as one of the best ideas played with came to life. A vamp turned into a kitten when you tickled them.
Angel lay on the ground, motionless. She bent down, and poked him, and he grabbed her, and tickled back.
"A tickle fight. How childish," Buffy commented, watching her ex and student roll around trying to crease the other up long enough to get away.
"Hey Buffy! Come play!" Cat called, and Buffy marched over. Starting to talk, two pairs of hands grabbed her and tickled fast and furious.
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"So what do you think he's doing there?" Fred mused, as she blew a kiss at Gunn. Gunn paused loading up his cross bow to blow one back, then said,
"It's Angel, right? And he's wih blondie. My guess is he's brooding."
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Willow and Oz walked back hand in hand.
If anyone sees us they'll think we're boyfriend and girlfriend, but we're not, well, we were, but we're not, and we coud be, and naughty Willow! Girls, not boys, remember? But Oz is so cute, with the little grin, and the hair, and the cute grin, and did I mention the sweet little way he smiles at me? asked her inner monolgue.
"Hey Will? Ice cream?" Oz pointed toward a large sign proclaiming the prospect of ice creamy goodness.
"Yeah," she sighed, then
*bad* Willow!
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Spike dressed, and today was one of the first in which his shirt didn't pull on the scars that crisscrossed his back. He smiled, and carried on dressing. Today, finality on a package he called "Slayer'. He was fed up with her spectre, laughing at him.
-you thought you had a chance. You, William the Bloody. Tried to get someone to get rid of the chip, and ended up without balls,let alone a dick!
She haunted his dreams, drifting in and out. She danced through his thoughts, his kills, and when he tried to make sense of the tangle of plotlines that Passions had changed to while he was away. Stupid bint!
He flung his duster over the top, and stormed out of the crypt.
"Bloody hell!" Correction. *Would* have stormed out, if that big ol' ball of burning gas hadn't smiled down on him.
He sulked.
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Connor sat on the couch, flicking thorugh the channels. Passions, a soap Cordy watched avidly was on. He slumped back, totally confused, but enjoying the peace. First, he'd sparred with not one, but *two* Slayers. So bruises everywhere. Then he'd hung with an insane girl who'd told him his mother was a ho. In the *literal* sense. Working gal. He needed time to prepare himself for the hurricane.
" Hey." Angel sat beside him.
"Hey." Angel fell back, and relaxed.
"That girl could talk over *Drusilla* !" his father commented, and Connor grinned.
"Yup. Maybe when she turns up, we set Cat on her. "
"Next time I see Dru, I will stake Miss Edith. She'll probably take more notice of *her*, " Cat commentedas she walked in, and slumped into an armchair.
"Hey guys ! Ready for training?" Willow sang out. Oz stepped in behind her. They greeted her with a chorus of groans.
"Guess not," Oz commented. Willow went into the kitchen, and began to prepare lunch. Oz sat down and stuck out his hand.
"Hey, I'm Oz. You're Cat." Cat looked at it, smiled, and shook it.
"Yeah, I know. How was the film?"
"Full of the funnies. How was training?"
"Kicked Connor's butt. Wacked Angel with a stick."
"Really?"
"Uh huh." "Cool." The others watched the exchange. Cat smiled.
"I always loved the way Oz talked, it was just, so , *Oz*, you know? And the hair thing, and the funny little comments, like the animal crackers thing. And Scott Evil is so not as cool," she said dreamily.
"Scott Evil? Something I should kill?" Buffy asked.
"No! It's a film, Austin Powers? "No comprehension registered.
"In it there's a spy, and it's basically a parody of James Bond. Scott Evil is the son of Dr Evil, and he's so gorgeous! And there's the whole, he's the only good one on the team, and then there's Dr Evil's clone,Minime, and ." she came to a stop. They looked slightly dizzy.
"Okay, I get it! I talk too much, but *you* try droppingb into a TV show sometime, and see how relaxed *you* are!" Cat said.
"No, I mean, you don't talk too much, but we're a little tired, okay?" Buffy said.
"Fine. I'm gonna go for a walk." Cat got up, and walked out of the house, toward the graveyard.
"Sleeping in progress?" Willow asked, walking in, and they all replied with a snore.
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Cat swung the door to the crypt open, and stepped inside. She had always wanted to be in here, here was where Dru shocked Buffy with electricity, and Spike sang.
Oooh, Spike singing, goooood memory! Bad Cat!
She walked in, touching the stake in her back pocket. She didn't think anyone was here, but vamps were like squatters, once one had lived there, if he moved on, they took over. She lifted the trapdoor easily, and clambered down. Her flashlight (to make the distinction between the flame things, and a lightbulb one, I'm using American) flickered up over the walls, and she caught sight of... Nsync??
"What the..?" she said, and Spike strode out from the shadows.
"Yeah, I'd say the same thin' "