Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns BtVS and Ats
Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cordelia deals with more (funny) consequences from becoming a demon, while Spike makes a visit to L.A. A/C
A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside * are what the characters are thinking, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you to everyone for reviewing!!! For those who haven't, plz R&R....or just Review.... hehe :)
Chapter Two: Shopping and Spike
"Can we go now?" Gunn asked, annoyed. Wesley was getting to spend some quality alone time with Fred.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," Spike said, devouring another hotdog.
"I don't wear 'knickers'," Gunn stated. "I wear boxers."
"Thanks for sharing," Spike replied, licking his fingers. "All right then, all done."
* * *
"So...Fred," Wesley said. "I was wondering if..." He looked at her, forgetting what he was saying.
"Wondering what?" Fred asked, updating the Angel Investigations web site.
"Well, I mean...would you like to accompany me to the movies?" Wesley asked. "This Friday?"
"Oh um...sure," Fred grinned at him.
"Splendid," Wesley said. "Good."
* * *
"Do you got any blood?" Spike asked from the back of Angel's car. He sat next to Gunn, who was drumming his fingers anxiously on the side of the car.
"In my body and you ain't having any," Gunn answered.
"In the fridge at the hotel," Angel said after a moment.
"How after those four hotdogs are you STILL hungry?" Cordelia asked.
"How after only two of those are you NOT still hungry?" Spike countered.
"Big boy," Cordelia muttered.
"Anorexic much?" Spike asked.
"Angel, how after spending all those years with him did you actually have food to eat?" Cordelia asked.
"People never run out," Spike informed her.
"Angel come on! My grandma dives faster than you! Put your foot on it!" Gunn urged. He didn't trust Wesley at all...He probably was already putting a move on Fred.
* * *
"Oh Wesley!" Fred exclaimed.
"Hmm?" Wesley asked from the couch. He walked over to the counter where Fred was working on the computer.
"Look what I found! The Wolfram and Hart site," She stated, as he walked up behind her to see.
"They're offering to get rid of paranormal problems," He stated. "For free..."
"That would basically put us out of business I'm guessing?" Fred asked. "I mean what's cheaper than free?"
"This does put us at a bit of a disadvantage," Wesley sat next to her. "Fred, can you hack into their system?" He asked suddenly.
"Yea, it should take me a few minutes," She said, her hands flying over the keyboard.
* * *
Gunn practically ran through the door, to see Wesley and Fred at the computer screen.
"Gunn!" Fred called. "Hey, how'd it go?"
"How'd what go?" He asked.
"The fight...did we win?" She asked.
"Oh we won alright, in fact we won a hungry over-bleached vampire," Gunn informed her. Fred giggled.
"What are you talking about?" Wesley asked him.
"Hey, Gunn, please tell me you guys got food!" Lorne called. "I think I just ate the last of the baby food and I'm not about to try the blood."
"Gunn, why'd you run off so quickly?" Cordelia asked, coming in.
"Weren't we racing?" Gunn asked, giving Cordelia a look. "I won!"
"Oh yeah...racing, us...you win!" She said, and then laughed.
"So you still have the tail?" Fred asked.
Cordelia wiggled her tail, showing that she did. "Unfortunately," She remarked.
Angel came in, followed by Spike.
"What's he doing here?" Wesley asked sharply.
"He's here to see Conner," Spike answered. "And he would like to know if there's any blood left in the fridge."
"It's all yours," Lorne said, pointing towards the fridge.
"Thanks," Spike got out a jar, gulping the stuff down. The entire group stared at him, as he downed the entire jar. "That hit the spot," he purred, rubbing his stomach. "So, where's the bit?"
"He's right here," Fred said, holding Conner protectively. Angel nodded at her, and she gave him to Spike.
"Aren't we the cutest little bit ever!" Spike cooed at the baby. "Yes we are, yes we are!" Conner giggled at Spike's vampire face. "He likes his Uncle Spike!" Spike kissed the top of Conner's head. "Let Uncle Spike tell you a story, about a girl named Goldilocks..."
Spike went off, telling Conner a fairy tale story, while the Fang Gang stared at him in amazement.
"Who is that?" Fred asked.
"Spike, Drusilla's childe, Angel's grandchilde," Wesley informed her.
"He's chipped, can't hurt humans," Gunn assured Fred.
"So what about us non-humans," Lorne asked. "If I'm correct there are three of us."
"Three?" Gunn asked. "You and Angel, who's the third?"
"Me," Cordelia reminded him. "Have you not been paying attention?"
"I just forgot is all," Gunn defended.
"So he could hurt Cordelia?" Fred asked.
Angel narrowed his eyes. "If he tries, he's dust."
"Aren't we Mr. Protective," Lorne remarked. "Do I come with that same garentee?"
Conner giggled at Spike again. "And then the baby bear said, "Someone's been sleeping in my bed, and they're still in it!"
"You have to admit, it's kind of...cute," Fred remarked, causing Wesley and Gunn to stare at her. "I mean Angel's family being here...not trying to kill us. Kind of peaceful."
Wesley and Gunn sighed in relief.
* * *
Cordelia walked home, throwing herself on her bed. She was tired, and yet her mind was racing. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw that her tail had made a hole in her jeans.
"Great, I loved these things," She muttered. She began searching her closet for clothes she could wear to hide her tail. Lorne had told her that it seemed like she would probably have it for the rest of her life. "Damn tail!" She said, as she tried on another pair of jeans and it broke through.
"Dennis!" She called. "Can you help me fix my clothes?"
Dennis held up a pair of scissors.
* * *
A few hours later, Cordelia had successfully fixed all her pants, shorts, ans mini-skirts so her tail could come through. At work she wouldn't have to hide it, but she didn't have that many clothes that would.
"Looks like shopping tomorrow," Cordelia muttered, climbing into bed. "Night Dennis."
* * *
Cordelia had dragged Fred with her in her shopping expedition. Wearing baggy pants that hid her tail, Cordelia was ready to shop, armed with all her credit cards.
Cordelia tried on numerous skirts, but they were either too tight, or resembled a poodle skirt. "Fred, this is getting hopeless for me, why don't we shop for you?"
"For me?" She seemed shocked. "I'm okay..." She replied, looking nervous.
"Don't be ridiculous...we're going to get you a few new things, it'll make Gunn and Wesley go wild," She grinned.
"This has a potentially bad feeling to it," Fred remarked.
* * *
Fred entered the Hyperion with Cordelia feeling like she was going to throw up. She was wearing an outfit Cordelia had picked out, jeans and a halter top...showing off her slim figure.
Gunn whistled, while Wesley did a double take. Fred relaxed. "I really look okay?" She asked.
"You look great!" Gunn and Wesley were drooling.
"It was Cordelia's idea," Fred protested.
"Cordelia's a genius," Gunn said.
"I am, if I do say so myself," Cordelia remarked, still wearing the baggy pants.
"Einstein cleans up nicely," Spike remarked.
"You're not going to give all of us nicknames are you?" Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"It's easier to remember people by. How many people do you know called Dawn? Nibblet's easier to remember," Spike replied, grabbing another container of blood. "Where's the green gecko?"
"Right here..." Lorne moaned. "Too much firewater last night."
"Right, know where I can get a car?" Spike asked.
"A car dealership?" Lorne suggested. "What, they don't have cars back in Sunnydale?"
"No, I'm talking about a good car, one that can hide weapons if say, the driver were attacked, and is vampire friendly. Heard they got these windows, filters out the harmful sun...Wanna be able to ride with Nibblet," Spike said.
"Yeah, just let me lie down for a century. Does anyone have an aspirin?" He asked.
"Here, we used to keep them for Cordelia's visions," Wesley tossed him a bottle.
"Thanks," Lorne said, swallowing several of the pills.
Angel held Conner, coming down the stairs. Conner was crying, until Angel changed into his vampire face. Conner giggled.
"I've had to do this all night, I don't get it!" Angel said. "He only likes the vampire face..."
Spike took Conner, grinning at him. "I like him already," Spike said, feeding him his bottle. "Does he drink blood?"
"No!" Cordelia said. "He's all human."
"Poor guy," Spike sympathized.
"Fred, you look nice," Angel said, although his eyes seemed to linger on Cordelia. Spike seemed to be the only one to catch this.
So the poof likes the bint with the tail... Spike laughed to himself, as he began to tell Conner the story of Snow White.
* * *
Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cordelia deals with more (funny) consequences from becoming a demon, while Spike makes a visit to L.A. A/C
A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside * are what the characters are thinking, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you to everyone for reviewing!!! For those who haven't, plz R&R....or just Review.... hehe :)
Chapter Two: Shopping and Spike
"Can we go now?" Gunn asked, annoyed. Wesley was getting to spend some quality alone time with Fred.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," Spike said, devouring another hotdog.
"I don't wear 'knickers'," Gunn stated. "I wear boxers."
"Thanks for sharing," Spike replied, licking his fingers. "All right then, all done."
* * *
"So...Fred," Wesley said. "I was wondering if..." He looked at her, forgetting what he was saying.
"Wondering what?" Fred asked, updating the Angel Investigations web site.
"Well, I mean...would you like to accompany me to the movies?" Wesley asked. "This Friday?"
"Oh um...sure," Fred grinned at him.
"Splendid," Wesley said. "Good."
* * *
"Do you got any blood?" Spike asked from the back of Angel's car. He sat next to Gunn, who was drumming his fingers anxiously on the side of the car.
"In my body and you ain't having any," Gunn answered.
"In the fridge at the hotel," Angel said after a moment.
"How after those four hotdogs are you STILL hungry?" Cordelia asked.
"How after only two of those are you NOT still hungry?" Spike countered.
"Big boy," Cordelia muttered.
"Anorexic much?" Spike asked.
"Angel, how after spending all those years with him did you actually have food to eat?" Cordelia asked.
"People never run out," Spike informed her.
"Angel come on! My grandma dives faster than you! Put your foot on it!" Gunn urged. He didn't trust Wesley at all...He probably was already putting a move on Fred.
* * *
"Oh Wesley!" Fred exclaimed.
"Hmm?" Wesley asked from the couch. He walked over to the counter where Fred was working on the computer.
"Look what I found! The Wolfram and Hart site," She stated, as he walked up behind her to see.
"They're offering to get rid of paranormal problems," He stated. "For free..."
"That would basically put us out of business I'm guessing?" Fred asked. "I mean what's cheaper than free?"
"This does put us at a bit of a disadvantage," Wesley sat next to her. "Fred, can you hack into their system?" He asked suddenly.
"Yea, it should take me a few minutes," She said, her hands flying over the keyboard.
* * *
Gunn practically ran through the door, to see Wesley and Fred at the computer screen.
"Gunn!" Fred called. "Hey, how'd it go?"
"How'd what go?" He asked.
"The fight...did we win?" She asked.
"Oh we won alright, in fact we won a hungry over-bleached vampire," Gunn informed her. Fred giggled.
"What are you talking about?" Wesley asked him.
"Hey, Gunn, please tell me you guys got food!" Lorne called. "I think I just ate the last of the baby food and I'm not about to try the blood."
"Gunn, why'd you run off so quickly?" Cordelia asked, coming in.
"Weren't we racing?" Gunn asked, giving Cordelia a look. "I won!"
"Oh yeah...racing, us...you win!" She said, and then laughed.
"So you still have the tail?" Fred asked.
Cordelia wiggled her tail, showing that she did. "Unfortunately," She remarked.
Angel came in, followed by Spike.
"What's he doing here?" Wesley asked sharply.
"He's here to see Conner," Spike answered. "And he would like to know if there's any blood left in the fridge."
"It's all yours," Lorne said, pointing towards the fridge.
"Thanks," Spike got out a jar, gulping the stuff down. The entire group stared at him, as he downed the entire jar. "That hit the spot," he purred, rubbing his stomach. "So, where's the bit?"
"He's right here," Fred said, holding Conner protectively. Angel nodded at her, and she gave him to Spike.
"Aren't we the cutest little bit ever!" Spike cooed at the baby. "Yes we are, yes we are!" Conner giggled at Spike's vampire face. "He likes his Uncle Spike!" Spike kissed the top of Conner's head. "Let Uncle Spike tell you a story, about a girl named Goldilocks..."
Spike went off, telling Conner a fairy tale story, while the Fang Gang stared at him in amazement.
"Who is that?" Fred asked.
"Spike, Drusilla's childe, Angel's grandchilde," Wesley informed her.
"He's chipped, can't hurt humans," Gunn assured Fred.
"So what about us non-humans," Lorne asked. "If I'm correct there are three of us."
"Three?" Gunn asked. "You and Angel, who's the third?"
"Me," Cordelia reminded him. "Have you not been paying attention?"
"I just forgot is all," Gunn defended.
"So he could hurt Cordelia?" Fred asked.
Angel narrowed his eyes. "If he tries, he's dust."
"Aren't we Mr. Protective," Lorne remarked. "Do I come with that same garentee?"
Conner giggled at Spike again. "And then the baby bear said, "Someone's been sleeping in my bed, and they're still in it!"
"You have to admit, it's kind of...cute," Fred remarked, causing Wesley and Gunn to stare at her. "I mean Angel's family being here...not trying to kill us. Kind of peaceful."
Wesley and Gunn sighed in relief.
* * *
Cordelia walked home, throwing herself on her bed. She was tired, and yet her mind was racing. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw that her tail had made a hole in her jeans.
"Great, I loved these things," She muttered. She began searching her closet for clothes she could wear to hide her tail. Lorne had told her that it seemed like she would probably have it for the rest of her life. "Damn tail!" She said, as she tried on another pair of jeans and it broke through.
"Dennis!" She called. "Can you help me fix my clothes?"
Dennis held up a pair of scissors.
* * *
A few hours later, Cordelia had successfully fixed all her pants, shorts, ans mini-skirts so her tail could come through. At work she wouldn't have to hide it, but she didn't have that many clothes that would.
"Looks like shopping tomorrow," Cordelia muttered, climbing into bed. "Night Dennis."
* * *
Cordelia had dragged Fred with her in her shopping expedition. Wearing baggy pants that hid her tail, Cordelia was ready to shop, armed with all her credit cards.
Cordelia tried on numerous skirts, but they were either too tight, or resembled a poodle skirt. "Fred, this is getting hopeless for me, why don't we shop for you?"
"For me?" She seemed shocked. "I'm okay..." She replied, looking nervous.
"Don't be ridiculous...we're going to get you a few new things, it'll make Gunn and Wesley go wild," She grinned.
"This has a potentially bad feeling to it," Fred remarked.
* * *
Fred entered the Hyperion with Cordelia feeling like she was going to throw up. She was wearing an outfit Cordelia had picked out, jeans and a halter top...showing off her slim figure.
Gunn whistled, while Wesley did a double take. Fred relaxed. "I really look okay?" She asked.
"You look great!" Gunn and Wesley were drooling.
"It was Cordelia's idea," Fred protested.
"Cordelia's a genius," Gunn said.
"I am, if I do say so myself," Cordelia remarked, still wearing the baggy pants.
"Einstein cleans up nicely," Spike remarked.
"You're not going to give all of us nicknames are you?" Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"It's easier to remember people by. How many people do you know called Dawn? Nibblet's easier to remember," Spike replied, grabbing another container of blood. "Where's the green gecko?"
"Right here..." Lorne moaned. "Too much firewater last night."
"Right, know where I can get a car?" Spike asked.
"A car dealership?" Lorne suggested. "What, they don't have cars back in Sunnydale?"
"No, I'm talking about a good car, one that can hide weapons if say, the driver were attacked, and is vampire friendly. Heard they got these windows, filters out the harmful sun...Wanna be able to ride with Nibblet," Spike said.
"Yeah, just let me lie down for a century. Does anyone have an aspirin?" He asked.
"Here, we used to keep them for Cordelia's visions," Wesley tossed him a bottle.
"Thanks," Lorne said, swallowing several of the pills.
Angel held Conner, coming down the stairs. Conner was crying, until Angel changed into his vampire face. Conner giggled.
"I've had to do this all night, I don't get it!" Angel said. "He only likes the vampire face..."
Spike took Conner, grinning at him. "I like him already," Spike said, feeding him his bottle. "Does he drink blood?"
"No!" Cordelia said. "He's all human."
"Poor guy," Spike sympathized.
"Fred, you look nice," Angel said, although his eyes seemed to linger on Cordelia. Spike seemed to be the only one to catch this.
So the poof likes the bint with the tail... Spike laughed to himself, as he began to tell Conner the story of Snow White.
* * *