Realisations 3: Eureka!

By Kyizi, the Diva of Darkness

By: Kyizi, the Diva of Darkness, First Nutter of the Apocalypse ;) (gets longer every time huh?!)

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, story is ;)

Notes: Yes, apparently it doesn't snow in LA…so I edited the last part a little! Use your imaginations for crying out loud! ;) Thanks to the people who were nice enough to point it out! (I live in Scotland, how the hell should I know the weather in LA?…if anyone wants to buy me a ticket to LA, feel free! ;) saves me asking next time! ;) )

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He was watching her. She could feel his eyes travelling over her body and finally resting on her hands. She tapped the pen faster increasing the gentle patter against the page, knowing that it was being magnified due to his vampiric senses. She smirked to herself, payback was a bitch.

She still couldn't believe he'd done it. Not only had he made her sing in Caritas, left her in a freak snowstorm on Christmas Eve and almost kissed her. But he had growled. He had actually growled at her. She had walked into the hotel this morning, minding her own business and he had grabbed her and growled. He could blame it on that demon of his all he liked, *but they're your vocal chords buster*

Okay, so she'd had coffee with a neighbour this morning…a male neighbour…that she'd deliberately hugged so that he'd smell him on her. But that still didn't give him the right to growl at her all sexy like that when he had no intention of doing anything about it. Curse shmurse. If he wasn't going to act then grr to him…*oh wait, that's what I'm mad about, huh?* Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…

"Cordy, do you mind?"

"Nope." There was a low growl from the other side of the room and she was mad. That was twice…okay so she went all tingly when he did it. Still mad. *Damn that sexy vampire for making me fall in love with him* She dropped her pen. But for the height that her eyebrows shot up to, she could have dropped her eyes as well. *No! No, no, no, no, NO!* Feelings? Yes. Love? Nope. She wasn't in love with Angel, she'd stopped analysing a long time ago. There was nothing to analyse anymore. Nope, nu uh. Not in love with the vampire boss man.

"Cordy? You okay?"

"Fine. Yup, uh hu. I'm fine, why wouldn't I be fine?"

He frowned, "No reason." She nodded at him and turned away, "Except that your eyebrows almost shot off your forehead, you dropped your pen, you sat up straight, you spilled your coffee, your heart rate increased, your blood pressure…"

"Okay, stop!" Damn, she'd spilled her coffee.

"Well?" he asked, sitting forward expectantly.

"It's nothing. I was just thinking, I'm allowed to think amn't I?" He opened his mouth and she cut him off before he could speak, "Watch how you answer this one, buster, you're on thin ice already."

"Well you should know all about being on thin ice, huh?" Cordy turned to Gunn and glared as he leaned against the doorframe, grinning.

"Where are Wesley and Fred?" Angel asked, quickly changing the subject.

"English took her to some show. Think he's putting the moves on her." Gunn answered, moving to sit on Cordelia's desk.

"You mean she finally stopped drooling over Angel? Or has Wesley suddenly got a lot of confidence in his manhood?"

"Drooling?" Angel asked looking back and forth between them.

"Nah, I think she stopped drooling when she figured she had competition." He wagged his eyebrows at her and she scowled.

"Drooling?"

"I don't think she'd have much competition, what with the state of the brooding and all." Cordelia replied, hoping she wasn't blushing.

" 'at's true." Gunn picked up a large file from her desk.

"Fred was drooling?" Angel frowned.

"Do you mind?" Cordelia snatched the file from Gunn and threw it in a drawer, "That's private."

"Wait a minute, competition?"

"Do I even want to know why you have a 300 page file of 'Eligible Bachelors'?" Gunn asked raising his eyebrows.

Cordelia scowled, "I was clearing out. Besides…there's only 284 pages."

"Clearin' out. Right, tha'd be why you put it back in the drawer." She narrowed her eyes at him, "Wind changes it'll stay like that…"

"Thanks Grandma."

"…might be an improvement." She smacked his arm as he jumped back off the desk.

Angel frowned, "Just a min…eligible bachelors?"

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He didn't understand the logic. He'd been around for over 200 years and his health, as far as being dead went, was in pretty good shape. And, yet, despite his vampiric speed, he seemed to be moving in slow motion.

*Fred? Drooling? Competition? Eligible Bachelors? Cordy hugging her male neighbours?* He quickly looked up…yup she'd heard the growl…again. He cleared his throat and looked away from her. He pondered it over and over. Brooding was more of an art form for him and he was currently giving Monet a run for his money. It all seemed to point to one thing…Cordelia was trying to make him jealous…but why?

*She couldn't be…no* he decided, she wasn't in love with him. That was impossible. That meant that there had to be another reason and he was determined to figure it out. He'd be miles ahead of Van Gough before he knew it…he'd also be as dead as him. Okay, so he was already dead. He'd simply be dead...er. And at least he'd still have his ear. *I mean what was all that about, anyway? He'd known Van Gough was a bit weird but the ear? That was a bit much. I mean, what about infections? And just think of all the blood.* His stomach grumbled. *Okay, so don't think about all the blood. Think about Cordelia…* .He'd figure it out.

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Wesley rubbed his temples. He thought he'd had it. That 'Eureka!' moment had flashed before his eyes, only to wander off into the clutter of his mind. Worse, it had shown itself right at the end of 'Maria' and it had been all he could do not to yell out as the 'Jets' entered the stage. Thankfully, all that had manifested had been a sharp squeak that had simply earned him a few smiles from audience members thinking his excitement was overcoming him.

His embarrassment had been minimal and Fred's giggle had allowed him to laugh as well. At least she wasn't embarrassed to be seen with him. Although, she might be by now. He had wriggled in his seat since the start of Act 2 and now had begun to scribble on his programme in Ancient Gla'h'kri. The moment had gone and he wondered if it had even been there at all.

It was all in the scroll, one problem with that being that he was ready to work now and the scroll was under lock and key in his apartment. And the other, more important, one being that it had had to happen during one of the best performances of 'West Side Story' that he'd ever seen. Only now, he was so busy scribbling in a now redundant demon language in his nice shiny programme, that he was barely listening to the melody of voices ringing around him.

"Tonight!"

His eyes widened as the word echoed throughout the theatre, *Eureka!*

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END PART 3

What started out as pure fluff has kind of a plot now, well, a kinda plot...wonder how that happened! ;) There will be a sequel to this, probably only one more though