See Chapter one for the disclaimer etc.

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They left quickly and Angel came out of the office to get himself a nice glass of blood. The door of the hotel was pushed open silently by a raven- haired woman. She smiled when she saw Angel bent over into the fridge. She was tall, slim and had beautiful emerald green eyes and perfect clear, pale skin. She cleared her throat and spoke.

'Nice view. I always did love your ass'

Angel stood up and banged his head off the inside of the fridge.

'As clumsy as ever I see, mo chroί, (it means my heart or my love in English.) and tell me how are you?'

'Síobhán, what are you doing here in L.A?' He was shocked.

'Vonnie, darling, mush easier to spell and say. I was just in the mood to see you.'

'We haven't seen each other since the treaty in 1922'

'Has it really been that long?'

'If I remember right you called me a traitor to the cause and had me thrown on the next boat to America'

'You were a traitor. But let's not go back to that. It was a long time ago things have changed since.'

'Like what?'

'You have this whole champion thing going on and a hotel and business. And I've changed too.'

'You change?'

' Yeah. Weird I know. I had a kid. A girl. Iseult.'

'When?'

' Not long, she's only sixteen.'

'Long enough for you to have rang'

'Never been good on the telephone. You know that'

She sat down on the stairs and Angel joined her.

'I'm working for a living now.'

'You're a muse. You don't need to work.'

'I have a kid. I can't just wander around relying on inspiring a rich man to buy me things.'

'What are you doing?'

'Singing. It's the easiest gig. I inspire people to buy my records.'

She put her head on Angel's shoulder and he put and an arm around her. They fell back into an old easiness quickly.

'I have a kid too'

'Heard off Drusilla. She is really pissed at you. I can't believe you set her on fire!'

'One of my better moments, I believe. His name is Conor.'

'Nice and Irish'

'Gotta keep it in the family. It's not working out right though'

'It will trust me. Trust fate'

'Maybe…'

Vonnie stayed silent for a while. Then started to tease him

'That's some yank twang you've picked up.'

'I have not!'

'Trust me pet, you have.'

'leave me alone! Why you out here anyway?'

'Iseult ran away due to my fabulous mothering skills'

'To L.A?

'Yeah'

'Why did she come here?'

'Her father is around here somewhere'

'So why don't you want her to meet here father?'

'I didn't say that'

'I know you too well'

'He's not a good person'

'Cheated on you?'

'No! Men do not cheat on me I'm way too hot! He's a lawyer and one of the bad type, not that any lawyers are particularly good. He works for this bad firm.

'Wolfram and hart?'

'Yep, how did you know?'

'Had dealings with them before. They bad even for lawyers.'

'Yeah, I know, I could feel it but Iseult won't listen to me. They'll kill her you know.' She said it so coldly that Angel pulled her into a hug.

'She's a muse and that means she can be used or rather her body parts can be used in a lot of dark magic.'

'Can she fight?'

'I raised her, of course she can fight but she's not stronger than any human being. She's just prepared.'

'I'll track her tonight and I'll find her'

'Thank you, Angel'

They stayed sitting together in total comfort. They had always been like this. They had picked each other up in Europe when Angel got his soul back. She had pulled him out of the hole and stopped him from killing himself. Together, they stayed for a while travelling. Síobhán was a muse, inspired people to better themselves, artists to create masterpieces and musicians to make beautiful music. She was older than Angel, a lot older she was approaching the big 500 but they had clicked. Until the Treaty which ended the war of independence between the British and the Irish, that is. She had dragged him back to fight for freedom but when the treaty came and the civil war started, they had taken opposite side and she had thrown him on the boat to America.

Vonnie stood up eventually and put on a stoic face.

'Can I take a shower?'

'Yeah. There's one in my room. Top of the stairs fourth door down'

'Thanks.'

'Sunset will be in about two hours we'll leave then.'

'I'll be ready.'

'I'll be back in a while just have to grab some supplies.'



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Half an hour later Groo and Cordelia returned from their coffee. 'Angel' Cordelia called his name 'You here? I need to ask you something.'

'Cordelia, leave it until later' Groo pleaded.

'Why not now?' she answered 'I'm going to ask Angel to explain to you why he and I are friends and how there are no feelings between us.'

Vonnie came down stairs form her shower. 'Hi, Angel went out to check out something. Can I help you?'

Cordelia stopped and stared. Vonnie was wearing Angel's favourite black shirt and nothing else. The perfectly innocent reason was that she wanted to iron her clothes from her suitcase before putting them on and so had borrowed a shirt form Angel. Cordelia did not see this however she saw a strange naked girl in Angel's shirt and let her imagination do the rest.

'Oh! I'm Vonnie by the way' she introduced herself.

'I'm Cordelia and this is my boyfriend Groo' she smiled a saccharine sweet smile.

'Do you two work for Angel?'

'Yes we do, but how do you know him?'

'He's an old friend. Listen I have to go and iron these' Vonnie said holding up a top and trousers 'Can you tell angel when he gets back that I'm going to start looking without him and I'll catch him later'

'Sure, I will' Cordelia replied with an unpleasant feeling in her stomach. Jealousy? She wondered, no she didn't want Angel but she didn't want this cow to have him either but that wasn't jealousy.

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