Notes: Part two of love letters.
I really enjoyed writing this. And I thought I better
get down and write the second part while the first one is still fresh in my mind.
Previously on Love Letters
We cut to Wesley in the Hyperion.
Wesley takes his glasses off to clean the lens carefully.
"I'm in love with you? I've can't pretend.. I can't
hide my feelings? You don't understand the torment I go through when I see you
everyday?" His blue eyes sink back deeper into the letter, whispering to himself what
he could remember from Cordelia's letter. Her true feelings made him feel uneasy. It was
ok in Sunnydale. They were both attracted to each other. But things were different now. He
had to tell her that although she was a good friend they had to keep things strictly
professional.
He could hear the dying purr of an engine striking out. It
had to be Cordelia back with Angel. Panicking Wesley, sprang up onto his toes diving
straight for the letter.His Earl Grey tea swirled from his hand. Toppling it's contents
over the letter. She must not find him holding this. He thought to himself,
scrambling to put his glasses back on, his nimble fingers flapping the tea stained letter
back in its rightful place.
"I love you" He burbled trying to grasp fragments
he could remember for later. His eyes meeting with a new form that had entered the hotel.
"WHAT did you say English??" Gunn spun round to
look behind him. He had secretly hoped Wesley was talking to someone else.
"Nothing I was just singing a song... I looooooove
yoooou...I love you.. I love you...er..mummy?!..... It's a very well known song in
England. " said Wesley dancing back to his morning paper.
"Oh.... Never heard of it...." Gunn sniffed
looking around for the donut box, "Say... Where's Cordelia and Angel at?"
"Cordelia had to go pick up Angel because he got shot
by some imbeciles from Wolfram and Hart. They'll be back in a while." Lifting back
his head from the daily cartoon.
Gunn pursed his lips nodding to Wesley and then he plodded
over to his desk, flipping the memos to see if anything was required from him today,
"Looks like a nice easy day for me ..Wooooh!"
He let out a small yawn stretching his long arms out in
front of him. Closing his eyes with, his head resting on top of his arms he began to
snooze. However the pages from Wesley's newspaper kept him alert what with the crackling
and swooshing. Gunn shot him an icy glare. "MUSIC!! I need some MUSIC!!!"
he yelled.
He began rummaging through his desk. Grimacing with digust
as he felt a wet sensation at the end of his fingers. Pulling out from his drawer was a
sodden scrap of paper the ink running off the page.The brown substance smelt like tea.
Gunn looked up at Wesley. Shrugging his shoulders he started to translate what he
could from the letter.
"WESLEY!!!!" Gunn yelled.
Wesley jumped, "Yes...what??? What's wrong??"
Scrambling up to see what the commotion was.
"What the hell is this??? I mean... dude don't get me
wrong. I like you.. but I don't like you like you like you....you know?" Gunn flicked
the letter at Wesley's face.
"Oh... OH no.. that's not for you.. it's mine.. that's
my.." Wesley started to laugh, "You thought that was for you?? No no no.. that's
definately not for you" taking the letter from Gunn.
" I can't blame you really. I'm quite an attractive
guy!" Gunn smiles to himself. "But don't lie to me Wesley... If that
was'nt from you...who was it from? Why is it in my desk? YOU are the only person who
drinks tea that smells this bad......and I don't know if you should be saying stuff
like that to me." Gunn takes a couple of steps back from Wesley.
"What? that's your desk?" He always put Cordelia's
memo's on Gunn's desk. Cordelia had been trying to rearrange the office so that it was
good feng shui, " Gunn don't be an idiot.....Let's settle this.." Wesley says
gently.
"Settle?" Gunn steps forward with his fists up.
MEANWHILE OUTSIDE THE HYPERION.
"Cordelia what are you talking about?? I don't get it?
You're mad at me because I'm... what exactly??" Angel looks at Cordelia blankly as
she scurried quickly towards the door of the Hyperion.
She rustled the keys into the door, stopping to look at him.
"That letter you stuffed in my bag... It's sweet and everything but I just can't deal
with it. I mean you...are YOU..and it's me Cordelia. What about the whole curse
thing?...." She wrinkles her nose, "It's just too icky to think about me and you
in a relationship!"
"What? A relationship?.... You think I like you?"
Angel stifled a laugh.
"Hey." She smacked on the shoulder "..
no you don't like me.... you LOVE me..Yes YOU LOVE ME...." Pointing her
perfectly manicured nails at him.
"Cordelia... I don't... Did I ever give that impression
to you? Or did someone knock you over the head with something real heavy? " He said
seriously.
"Impression? Angel.. you declared it to me! You know
how uncomfortable it makes me feel?" Twisting the key into the lock, she pushed the
door open.
"I did'nt... I swear.. Cordelia I'm not... definately
no way am I in love with you! You're the last person...." They both stopped as they
caught scuffling through the hallway. Fimiliar cries were echoing off the walls.
"WESLEY!" Angel worriedly shouted
running along the corridor. He stopped aburptedly with Cordelia crashing in from behind.
He smirked. "Guys... come on...now... Stop it... Play
nice with each other"
Gunn had Wesley in a head lock, "Listen Wesley.. that
letter... just tell me the truth... and we're cool...... I'm ok with you being gay... just
not gay with me..?"
"I'm not gay..." Wesley squeaked, trying to pull
away Gunn's arm from his neck.
"Wesley's gay?" a shocked Cordelia looked at Gunn
then said to Angel, "I knew it... "
"What's going on?" Angel pulled Gunn's arm away
from Wesley laughing, "I mean why are you two fighting and saying Wesley's
gay?" He said gently, pouring himself a cup of hot coffee.
"This!!" Gunn handed over the letter to Angel,
"Wesley wrote this to me and put it in my desk!" passing it in front of
Cordelia's eyes.
"THAT'S MY LETTER!!" Angel and Cordelia said
together both reaching for it. They both turned to each other.
"NO THAT'S MY LETTER..." they said in unision.
"I believe that letter was meant for me!" Wesley
raised his voice snatching it from Cordelia.
Gunn snapped, "Nuh uh! That's my letter!!! Wesley wrote
it to ME.." Whipping the piece of paper from Wesley's hand.
"NO...Gunn.. Angel wrote me that letter.."
Cordelia squealed grasping the letter tightly . " I can't believe you went into my
desk and stole it!!" shrilled Cordelia to Gunn.
"ME??? I did'nt steal it... it was THERE in MY
desk!" hollored Gunn at the top of his voice.
"GUYS!!!!!!" Angel boomed, "SHUT UP! ...for a
minute ok?"
Lowering his hands like kindergarten cop. He took the letter
for closer inspection, "Yeah.." His voice trailed quietly, " this is my
letter.... to Buffy....I was'nt intending anyone to read this..I was'nt going to send
it... I just had to say some things... "
Gunn, Wesley and Cordelia turn their gaze to Angel.
He stands alone pocketing the measly little love letter into
his pocket.
"That would explain a hell of a lot..." Gunn
sighed with relief. "I mean no offence Wesley but I don't think I could handle being
an object of your affection!". Wesley smiles and playfully begins their friendly
handshake.
"I guess I owe you an apology too Angel... "
Cordelia smirked leaning back on her desk, "It's just you and me.. it sort of makes
me want to vomit."
"Uh... it's ok" Angel patted her on the shoulder
".. thank you?" Angel rubbed his tired shoulders, a shot of pain seered through
his muscles, "ARGH! I really could use someone to help me take these bullets
out!"
The group congregated around Angel with plasters, guazes and
bandages at the ready.
"I can't believe that happen...... It was..."
Wesley dabbed an antiseptic baby wipe on Angel.
"Surreal?" added Angel.
"Damn straight!'" Quipped Cordelia, "I mean
just imagine what kinda of chaos could have actually happened.... I mean what if we did'nt
find you and Gunn... You could be dead Wesley.!.."
"I think I could have stopped Gunn before anything
happened. to me.." He puffed.
Cordelia snorted and sniggered, "Yeah right Wes."
Sarcastically adding to herself, " Just imagine...we could bring our enemies down
with one love letter... Think about it.. We fax the letter to Wolfram and Hart. The letter
circulates the board. People get the wrong end of the stick.... People fight... Wolfram
and Hart will be in ruins!!!" Shaking her head with laughter as Wesley and Gunn join
in with the jokes.
"Don't you think it's funny
Angel?..........Angel??" Her smiles fades as she sees the look from his face.
Angel's face; now deep in thought, seriously considering this new evil plan which could be
the the demise for Wolfram and Hart.
"Angel.. I was SO kidding....Please.. come back to
reality...." Cordelia waves her hands on front of his face.
"Angel?"
END!
