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 :)
A/N3: Sorry, my computer was acting up, so I couldn't post the chapter until now. Every Monday I'll be adding a new chapter, so please continue to R&R!!!
Chapter Thirteen:
Cordelia and Gunn sat on the plane, praying they'd get there in time.
"So we get there, stake the vamp, and get back Conner," Gunn stated. "Sounds simple enough."
"But it's not. Drusilla's not exactly the simple type. She's insane, wacko - she's got something planned. I just wish I knew what," Cordelia sighed.
"She wouldn't kill him, would she?" Gunn asked.
"I don't know," Cordelia replied, looking out the window. "I don't know."
* * *
Spike dialed the phone quickly. He was about to catch a train, but tried to call Buffy first.
"Hello?"
"Nibblet, is that you?" Spike asked.
"Hi Spike!" The voice chirped.
"Nibblet I need you to put Buffy on the phone," Spike told her.
"Alright, hold on. BUFF - Y! It's for you!"
"Hello?" Buffy asked.
"Slayer, it's Spike," he said quickly.
"The weirdness of you calling me on a phone will never cease to exist," Buffy told him.
"Look, I just called to tell you - I love you. I always will-"
"Why are you telling me this?" Buffy asked. "You're going to do something aren't you. Something life-or-deathy."
"Yes. I love you, and the Nibblet. I just wanted you to know," He said. "Goodbye," He hung up the phone.
His train had come in, and he quickly got on it.
He knew why he had hung up so fast. That way he could pretend that the Slayer was going to say she loved him too, instead of an akward silence or a 'let's just be friends' goodbye.
* * *
Drusilla got off, carrying Connor in her arms. The terrified passengers urged the driver to speed off, and she laughed.
"Scared them right out of their wits, like the fire in a barn," She told Connor. "Now I'm your mummy. You have a brother, Spike, but he's a bad puppy. Bad. You don't want to be like him. He's going to have to be punished."
Connor began to cry.
"Hush sweetling. Mummy's going to make it better," She cut her wrist. "Drink mummy's milk," She held her wrist to his mouth.
Connor began sucking at the wound, hungry for food.
"Good boy. Good boy," She told him.
* * *
Angel stared impatiently outside the window.
They should be landing soon, but it felt like he still had an eternity to wait. The man next to him kept drumming his nails on the seat, and Angel felt like putting the guy's head through the window.
Angel gave the man a cold glare.
"Sorry," He grinned at him.
Angel just turned his head.
"So, why are you going to Kansas?" the mystery man asked.
"Family," Angel replied, trying to ignore him.
"Really? How interesting, you don't strike me as a family man. I can see you as sort of a lone wolf, dangerous, heroic - but not exactly group hug type," The guy told him.
"Thanks," Angel muttered.
"No really. Have you ever thought about being a model, because if you dropped ten, fifteen pounds, I'm sure you'd have clients knocking at your door-"
"Listen buddy," Angel said, grabbing him by the shirt. "My son was kidnapped, and I'm not even sure I'll get him back. So do me a favor, and shut up!" He released the man, who was breathing heavily.
"S-sorry," He scampered to find a new seat.
Angel just closed his eyes, massaging his temples.
Please let me find Connor.
* * *
"Cordy, can I ask you a question?" Gunn asked.
"Go for it," She told him. "The flight's gonna be long, and I personally refuse to watch anymore movies dramatizing normal teenagers whose biggest trauma was not having a cool car to drive."
"I really like a girl, but I have no idea if she likes me back. I'm getting no signals, and we spend alot of time together - but she might like another guy," Gunn stated.
"So...talk to her," Cordelia suggested.
"But that's just the thing, I'm afraid I'll say something wrong, and it'll damage the relationship. I see her alot, and we're really good friends, but I don't know what she would think about it."
"Just talk to her. Trust me on this, Cordelia knows what's best," Cordelia assured him. "So, is it anyone I know?"
"I'm not telling you," Gunn told her.
"Why, it's not like I'm going to tell her or anything," Cordelia gave him a look.
"It's Fred," Gunn said. "I like Fred."
A passing by guy stopped when he said that. "Good for you, Gays in America!" He shouted. Several passengers told him to shut up, and Gunn blushed.
"I'm going to have to start calling her Winnie or something," He muttered.
* * *
Drusilla rocked the baby that slept, singing to him.
Suddenly she laughed.
"Big plans for my sweet tomorrow, won't we have a splendid time little one?" She asked. "All the blood that shall be spilt and all the blood that will quench my thirst...yours too my little one. My little brother," Drusilla cood.
* * *
I guess I owe Angel alot. I will never ever admit this, but how many times has the grand poof himself saved my bloody ass? If it weren't for Peaches in the first place, I'd be a pile of bones that never felt immortality. Angel made me what I am, and he's the entire reason I'm the vampire I am today.
Drusilla may have turned me, but Angel taught me how to survive, how to be a man.
And he introduced me to the Slayer. Not exactly, but because of him we met, and I'll always owe him that one.
Angel has a soul, I don't. Both of us know the difference between right and wrong, good and evil. And Angel's on this eternal path to redemption. I used to think it was a bloody stupid idea, I'd rather tell my soul to buggar off and go back to being the Big Bad. But Angel didn't, and he was rewarded with a son.
And I figure I can use a little redemption too. So I'm going to get Angel's son back, no matter what.
Even if it kills me.
* * *
Buffy was worried.
Spike always acted cool, or at least tried to. He never did the full out emotion thing unless the end of the world was coming. And she would be warned by him if the world was going to end.
Which meant one thing.
His world was ending.
Why should this bother you so much? He's a VAMPIRE. A voice inside her screamed.
"He's my friend," Buffy told herself as she dropped Dawn off at Xander's. "And I care about him."
As what?
"I don't know," Buffy told herself as she drove towards L.A. "I don't know."
* * *
Lila grinned as Lindsey glared at her.
"You bitch," He said coldly. "You actually killed me!"
"Told you. Now, can we go already, we've wasted enough time," She remarked.
"I'm dead! I'm not helping you one bit you sick twisted bitch!"
"Oh, you'll help me. See, the Senior Partners, we still work for them, and if you don't do what I say, you're gonna wish me killing you was an everyday occurance."
Lindsey gave her a cold look. "Lead the way."
* * *
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 :)
A/N3: Sorry, my computer was acting up, so I couldn't post the chapter until now. Every Monday I'll be adding a new chapter, so please continue to R&R!!!
Chapter Thirteen:
Cordelia and Gunn sat on the plane, praying they'd get there in time.
"So we get there, stake the vamp, and get back Conner," Gunn stated. "Sounds simple enough."
"But it's not. Drusilla's not exactly the simple type. She's insane, wacko - she's got something planned. I just wish I knew what," Cordelia sighed.
"She wouldn't kill him, would she?" Gunn asked.
"I don't know," Cordelia replied, looking out the window. "I don't know."
* * *
Spike dialed the phone quickly. He was about to catch a train, but tried to call Buffy first.
"Hello?"
"Nibblet, is that you?" Spike asked.
"Hi Spike!" The voice chirped.
"Nibblet I need you to put Buffy on the phone," Spike told her.
"Alright, hold on. BUFF - Y! It's for you!"
"Hello?" Buffy asked.
"Slayer, it's Spike," he said quickly.
"The weirdness of you calling me on a phone will never cease to exist," Buffy told him.
"Look, I just called to tell you - I love you. I always will-"
"Why are you telling me this?" Buffy asked. "You're going to do something aren't you. Something life-or-deathy."
"Yes. I love you, and the Nibblet. I just wanted you to know," He said. "Goodbye," He hung up the phone.
His train had come in, and he quickly got on it.
He knew why he had hung up so fast. That way he could pretend that the Slayer was going to say she loved him too, instead of an akward silence or a 'let's just be friends' goodbye.
* * *
Drusilla got off, carrying Connor in her arms. The terrified passengers urged the driver to speed off, and she laughed.
"Scared them right out of their wits, like the fire in a barn," She told Connor. "Now I'm your mummy. You have a brother, Spike, but he's a bad puppy. Bad. You don't want to be like him. He's going to have to be punished."
Connor began to cry.
"Hush sweetling. Mummy's going to make it better," She cut her wrist. "Drink mummy's milk," She held her wrist to his mouth.
Connor began sucking at the wound, hungry for food.
"Good boy. Good boy," She told him.
* * *
Angel stared impatiently outside the window.
They should be landing soon, but it felt like he still had an eternity to wait. The man next to him kept drumming his nails on the seat, and Angel felt like putting the guy's head through the window.
Angel gave the man a cold glare.
"Sorry," He grinned at him.
Angel just turned his head.
"So, why are you going to Kansas?" the mystery man asked.
"Family," Angel replied, trying to ignore him.
"Really? How interesting, you don't strike me as a family man. I can see you as sort of a lone wolf, dangerous, heroic - but not exactly group hug type," The guy told him.
"Thanks," Angel muttered.
"No really. Have you ever thought about being a model, because if you dropped ten, fifteen pounds, I'm sure you'd have clients knocking at your door-"
"Listen buddy," Angel said, grabbing him by the shirt. "My son was kidnapped, and I'm not even sure I'll get him back. So do me a favor, and shut up!" He released the man, who was breathing heavily.
"S-sorry," He scampered to find a new seat.
Angel just closed his eyes, massaging his temples.
Please let me find Connor.
* * *
"Cordy, can I ask you a question?" Gunn asked.
"Go for it," She told him. "The flight's gonna be long, and I personally refuse to watch anymore movies dramatizing normal teenagers whose biggest trauma was not having a cool car to drive."
"I really like a girl, but I have no idea if she likes me back. I'm getting no signals, and we spend alot of time together - but she might like another guy," Gunn stated.
"So...talk to her," Cordelia suggested.
"But that's just the thing, I'm afraid I'll say something wrong, and it'll damage the relationship. I see her alot, and we're really good friends, but I don't know what she would think about it."
"Just talk to her. Trust me on this, Cordelia knows what's best," Cordelia assured him. "So, is it anyone I know?"
"I'm not telling you," Gunn told her.
"Why, it's not like I'm going to tell her or anything," Cordelia gave him a look.
"It's Fred," Gunn said. "I like Fred."
A passing by guy stopped when he said that. "Good for you, Gays in America!" He shouted. Several passengers told him to shut up, and Gunn blushed.
"I'm going to have to start calling her Winnie or something," He muttered.
* * *
Drusilla rocked the baby that slept, singing to him.
Suddenly she laughed.
"Big plans for my sweet tomorrow, won't we have a splendid time little one?" She asked. "All the blood that shall be spilt and all the blood that will quench my thirst...yours too my little one. My little brother," Drusilla cood.
* * *
I guess I owe Angel alot. I will never ever admit this, but how many times has the grand poof himself saved my bloody ass? If it weren't for Peaches in the first place, I'd be a pile of bones that never felt immortality. Angel made me what I am, and he's the entire reason I'm the vampire I am today.
Drusilla may have turned me, but Angel taught me how to survive, how to be a man.
And he introduced me to the Slayer. Not exactly, but because of him we met, and I'll always owe him that one.
Angel has a soul, I don't. Both of us know the difference between right and wrong, good and evil. And Angel's on this eternal path to redemption. I used to think it was a bloody stupid idea, I'd rather tell my soul to buggar off and go back to being the Big Bad. But Angel didn't, and he was rewarded with a son.
And I figure I can use a little redemption too. So I'm going to get Angel's son back, no matter what.
Even if it kills me.
* * *
Buffy was worried.
Spike always acted cool, or at least tried to. He never did the full out emotion thing unless the end of the world was coming. And she would be warned by him if the world was going to end.
Which meant one thing.
His world was ending.
Why should this bother you so much? He's a VAMPIRE. A voice inside her screamed.
"He's my friend," Buffy told herself as she dropped Dawn off at Xander's. "And I care about him."
As what?
"I don't know," Buffy told herself as she drove towards L.A. "I don't know."
* * *
Lila grinned as Lindsey glared at her.
"You bitch," He said coldly. "You actually killed me!"
"Told you. Now, can we go already, we've wasted enough time," She remarked.
"I'm dead! I'm not helping you one bit you sick twisted bitch!"
"Oh, you'll help me. See, the Senior Partners, we still work for them, and if you don't do what I say, you're gonna wish me killing you was an everyday occurance."
Lindsey gave her a cold look. "Lead the way."
* * *