Disclaimer: Let's see. Broke. Still working for a living. Not famous. Name not Joss Whedon. So that must mean that I don't own any of the characters that people recognise. More's the pity. Ahh well.
Spoilers: This was written about half way through season one ATS, so anything prior to that.
Authors Note: No malice is intended towards those that are mentally and physically disabled. I'd been watching 12 Monkeys and Patch Adams when this idea came to me. I know that these illnesses are debilitating and serious. Okay, now that I've got that understood (I hope) please R&R.
Rating: Big surprise here, it's still PG

Chapter 7

"Well, people? What have we got?" Buffy asked, opening the office door.
"Two pepperoni, one meatlovers and a supreme. Drink's in the fridge." Xander said. Even after all this time, he was still pizza and doughnut man. Angel smelt the pizza from inside his office and exploded outside, sniffing the air like a dog.
"I smell supreme." He announced, then almost ran forward and dove into the pizza box, coming up with a big piece, dripping cheese and toppings. He was halfway through when he noticed a stunned silence from the room. He looked up to see the Slayer and her Slayerette's and Watcher all staring at him, stunned.
"I haven't eaten pizza in about 8 months. I missed it." He told them, around a mouthful of cheese.
"It's not that, Angel." Willow said, watching him. "We've never seen you eat...food before."
"You haven't have you? I forgot about that."
"That's okay. It's just.....different, that's all." Willow took a bite from her piece, watching him. He inhaled the first piece and then went for the meatlovers next.
"Different is not the word." Xander said, drinking some coke. "He eats like a ......"
"Child." Wesley supplied. "We've already had this discussion. We figured it was because he was so long without food, he just loves every bite, as though he was discovering it for the first time."
"And as I told you before, Wes, it is for me. When I ate solids, we ate potatoes, leeks. Mutton. Very bland, boring foods. You guys have so much flavour in your diet, you're very lucky. Is there any coke?" He asked, wiping his greasy mouth on a napkin.
"In fridge." Cordelia told him.
"Anyone else?" He asked, going over. Giles and Wesley replied. He tossed them both a can and cracked his own. "So, honing in on the reason we're all here, has anyone found anything out about the lovely Timothy and his little effort with the terrorist the other day?"
"Looks like a taking over the world kind of thing, again." Willow told him, reaching over to grab a book that was open on the floor. She gave it to him, and he squatted down, reading where she pointed.
"Dominion. Take three pure souls, separate, add the blood of five rubels and the head of one frog, stir thoroughly and leave to set. It sounds like a recipe for a really bad cake."
"Couldn't the 'dominion' bit be a bit more specific. Like how he will become dominant? And what are rubels?" Buffy asked, leaning back on the chair behind her.
"Rubels are ...kind of like messengers for our side. Almost like an angel, but lower down in the scheme of things." Giles told her, reading over Angel's shoulder.
"Why the frog?" Xander asked.
"No idea. But it may be a good idea to find out." Giles replied, and they all took the hint and dove for the books again.
"Got it!" Cordelia cried over an hour later. "Frogs are a sign of health and well being on earth. If there are frogs in your forest, the environment is in good shape. The book says the inclusion of a frog head binds the spell to the earth, and at the same time demonstrates the intentions of the spell-setter."
"So the frog bit is basically saying, I want dominion over this little planet here, called earth?" Xander clarified.
"That's the gist."
"Oh, good. Can we kill him now?"
"Why not?" Angel stood up and looked at Buffy, suddenly formal. "Mistress Summers, would you do me the honour of attending the slay of a certain Timothy Duvant?" He held his hand out, as if he was inviting her to dance. She looked at him in confusion, then saw the humour in his eyes, and smiled at him.
"It would be my honour, Master Angel." He put her hand in his, and he lifted her to her feet and they strode off to the weapons room.
"Ahhhhh....I hate to ask this, but....." Xander was the first to break the silence.
"I think....He's courting her." Oz said softly, staring after them.
"Courting? What the hell does that mean?" Cordelia asked.
"When he grew up, in the time that he grew up, men courted their women. Similar to how we do today, but much more formally. He's going after her in the way he knows, the way he grew up."
"They're starting again." Willow said softly. "Dates. Going out for picnics. Holding hands." She looked towards the weapons room, her eyes all soft and wispy. "That's soo sweet!"
"Willow." Oz said quietly. She waved a hand at him, and sniffed.
"Hormones. It's just hormones. I'll be okay in a minute." She wiped her eyes dry and watched the two warriors walking back towards them, loaded down with weapons.
"Willow?" Buffy asked, noticing the red eyes. Willow smiled slightly.
"It's hormones." Xander said knowledgeably. "She has hormones again."
"What do you mean, hormones?" Angel asked, dropping his load on the coffee table.
"Willow's pregnant. It kind of screws up her hormones a little, makes her weepy." Cordelia explained. Angel looked at Willow, delight across his face.
"You're carrying?"
"Twins!" She said proudly.
"How can you tell, you can't be that far along." Angel asked, looking at her stomach.
"I'm not, but I can feel them. Two little boys."
"Oh. That's good. Um...."
"Why don't you go find Timothy, Angel?" Willow asked with a smile.
"Yes, I think I will." He picked up his favourite weapon, the huge axe that he'd had for a few years now, and started up the stairs to go out. He heard someone clear their throat behind him and turned around. "What?"
"Ahh, hate to damped your enthusiasm, but don't we need to find out where he is before you go off all half cocked and ready to fire?" Cordelia asked him.
"Oh. Yes. Good idea, find out where he lives. Why didn't I think of that?"
"Hey, don't stress it, man." Oz said.
"Yeah, don't stress. You've been playing snap for the last six months, we kind of expected you to be off your game for a while." Xander grinned up at him.
"Hey!"