Something New
by AlienPred18
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. They all belong to Joss.
Notes: See part 1
"What do you mean nothing?" Cordelia hissed at Wesley. She had no idea that she had just echoed Lilah's exact words from the previous night. She probably wouldn't have cared either. It was two days after her talk with the Powers That Be and they still had no idea what the hell was the difference between universal and reality portals.
"Well, the only time any phenomenon even resembling this happened was back in Sunnydale," he explained to her. There simply wasn't anything written about this type of situation. They were in completely uncharted territory.
It was at that moment that David Nesbitt came whooshing in the hotel. "Sorry my demon fighting friends," he said in his superhero voice, then he looked at them sheepishly, "I got tied up in Europe with a hostile takeover. I'm here now and ready to fight. What kind of demon are we up against?" he asked enthusiastically.
"Actually, we were wondering if you knew anything about portals?" Angel asked him.
"Portals? Well... I only know a few..." whatever David was going to say was interupted by the Host barging in.
"Drop whatever you're doing big guy, because it definitely doesn't compare to this," he said walking to Angel. David was stunned for a second at the sight the Host, then made himself known.
"Get back demon. I summon Pynos, strike this demon for trying to attack my friends," he said, in what was supposed to be a threatening voice.
The Host just looked at David for a second in utter confusion. "Yeah. As I was saying," he said focusing back on Angel, "We got trouble. And when I say trouble, I mean apocalyptic trouble. You got to get on this right away. I mean..."
"Lord Pynos, I summon thee forth from the swamps of..."
"Angel, who this guy and what is he..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody," Angel said, holding up his hands, stop them from talking. He, then, looked at David, "David, this is the Host. He's a friend of ours." He then looked at the Host, "This is David Nesbitt, a friend. Now, David was going to tell us about what portals he knew about."
"Portals? Big guy did you hear a word I..." the Host would've continued if it wasn't for the look Angel gave him.
"David?" Angel asked.
"Well, I was just going to say that I only knew a few portals to some demon dimensions," David finished.
"How nice. Now that the non-life threatening news is over, can I talk now?" he asked Angel sarcastically. To think, Angel had made his news of the Earth's destruction wait for demensional portals.
Angel glared at him, but gestured that he should talk. "Well, you remember a while back when I was knocked out by that physists?" Angel remembering the incident very well, told him to continue. "Well, the same thing happened last night, except this guy didn't have to sing. I just looked at him and the next thing I know I waking up feeling like I just went ten rounds against a Santif."
"What's that?' Cordelia asked, having been quiet up til now.
"Think of an horse. Now add spikes, tentacles and fangs, and you're still not even close. Trust me you don't want to know."
While this was going on, Wesley's mind was whirling. "Angel, do you think this could be our guy?"
Angel understanding, asked the Host, "Were there lawyers from Wolfram and Hart with him?"
"As a matter of fact there were. Lindsey McDonald and two others I didn't recognize," he informed them, then added reminiscent, "Ah, that Lindsey. He used to come by all the time with his guitar. He sung with such passion, but then some jerk cut off his hand."
"Hey, I had to stop him from burning the scroll," Angel defended.
Wesley taking charge, said sternly, "The point is, we're talking about the same guy. We now know what he looks like. All we have to do is get him away from Wolfram and Hart."
"How are we supposed to do that? They're going to spot us coming a mile away." Cordelia pointed out.
"Yes, not to mention we have no way of knowing where they'll be hiding him," Wesley added thoughtfully. He, then, looked up, "Angel, where are going?"
Angel replied without looking back, "Seeing a man about a glove." Then he disappeared into the night.
by AlienPred18
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. They all belong to Joss.
Notes: See part 1
"What do you mean nothing?" Cordelia hissed at Wesley. She had no idea that she had just echoed Lilah's exact words from the previous night. She probably wouldn't have cared either. It was two days after her talk with the Powers That Be and they still had no idea what the hell was the difference between universal and reality portals.
"Well, the only time any phenomenon even resembling this happened was back in Sunnydale," he explained to her. There simply wasn't anything written about this type of situation. They were in completely uncharted territory.
It was at that moment that David Nesbitt came whooshing in the hotel. "Sorry my demon fighting friends," he said in his superhero voice, then he looked at them sheepishly, "I got tied up in Europe with a hostile takeover. I'm here now and ready to fight. What kind of demon are we up against?" he asked enthusiastically.
"Actually, we were wondering if you knew anything about portals?" Angel asked him.
"Portals? Well... I only know a few..." whatever David was going to say was interupted by the Host barging in.
"Drop whatever you're doing big guy, because it definitely doesn't compare to this," he said walking to Angel. David was stunned for a second at the sight the Host, then made himself known.
"Get back demon. I summon Pynos, strike this demon for trying to attack my friends," he said, in what was supposed to be a threatening voice.
The Host just looked at David for a second in utter confusion. "Yeah. As I was saying," he said focusing back on Angel, "We got trouble. And when I say trouble, I mean apocalyptic trouble. You got to get on this right away. I mean..."
"Lord Pynos, I summon thee forth from the swamps of..."
"Angel, who this guy and what is he..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody," Angel said, holding up his hands, stop them from talking. He, then, looked at David, "David, this is the Host. He's a friend of ours." He then looked at the Host, "This is David Nesbitt, a friend. Now, David was going to tell us about what portals he knew about."
"Portals? Big guy did you hear a word I..." the Host would've continued if it wasn't for the look Angel gave him.
"David?" Angel asked.
"Well, I was just going to say that I only knew a few portals to some demon dimensions," David finished.
"How nice. Now that the non-life threatening news is over, can I talk now?" he asked Angel sarcastically. To think, Angel had made his news of the Earth's destruction wait for demensional portals.
Angel glared at him, but gestured that he should talk. "Well, you remember a while back when I was knocked out by that physists?" Angel remembering the incident very well, told him to continue. "Well, the same thing happened last night, except this guy didn't have to sing. I just looked at him and the next thing I know I waking up feeling like I just went ten rounds against a Santif."
"What's that?' Cordelia asked, having been quiet up til now.
"Think of an horse. Now add spikes, tentacles and fangs, and you're still not even close. Trust me you don't want to know."
While this was going on, Wesley's mind was whirling. "Angel, do you think this could be our guy?"
Angel understanding, asked the Host, "Were there lawyers from Wolfram and Hart with him?"
"As a matter of fact there were. Lindsey McDonald and two others I didn't recognize," he informed them, then added reminiscent, "Ah, that Lindsey. He used to come by all the time with his guitar. He sung with such passion, but then some jerk cut off his hand."
"Hey, I had to stop him from burning the scroll," Angel defended.
Wesley taking charge, said sternly, "The point is, we're talking about the same guy. We now know what he looks like. All we have to do is get him away from Wolfram and Hart."
"How are we supposed to do that? They're going to spot us coming a mile away." Cordelia pointed out.
"Yes, not to mention we have no way of knowing where they'll be hiding him," Wesley added thoughtfully. He, then, looked up, "Angel, where are going?"
Angel replied without looking back, "Seeing a man about a glove." Then he disappeared into the night.