A/N- Like I said, I'm making my other fic my first priority…but if you
really want more of this one, just ask and I'll see what I can do. I really
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have a strict policy 'You read it you review it'. Its kinda like the 'you
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Disclaimer- other than 'the characters and actors etc. don't belong to me, blah blah blah'…I don't own any rights to the song or lyrics or anything like that either…but you already knew that… :)
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I stare at him in disbelief. "Very Funny." I start looking around again. "Where are the cameras…? This has got to be some sort of practical joke…A high expense practical joke…"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Who's this David Boring or whatever? And why do you think I'm him?" He questions.
"It's Boreanaz. And he's you. Or you're him… Is this some kind of joke?"
"I think you've got the wrong person. Seriously."
I feel my face flush. "I'm sorry, but you look just like him. Hasn't anyone ever told you that?" I seem to be forgetting that the room I'm in looks *just* like the Hyperion…but, that's a set…from a TV show. Its not a real place, which this *definitely* is.
"No. I've never heard of him." He shakes his head. "Sorry."
"Come on!" I say, in a last stich exasperated plea to hear the truth. Maybe this guy's an Angel fanatic too…to the extreme. "He's an actor. Been in a movie 'Valentine'. Famous for his role as Angel. The vampire with a soul." I throw the ideas around at him, waiting for a response…maybe recognition or something…
His eyes seem to widen. I could have sworn they just flashed gold. Ah, the side effects from being knocked out…I'm hallucinating again. "TV character?" He asks. He sounds like he doesn't believe me. And the look I'm getting now is one of mistrust.
"Yeah. He *was* on 'Buffy The Vampire Slayer', the TV series…NOT the movie…but at the end of season 3 they gave him his own show. Called it 'Angel'. Original, don't you think? Well basic plot is Angel left Sunnydale, the little imaginary town where Buffy is set, to go to LA. When he gets there-"
"I'm aware of what happens to him." He states, cutting me off. He's looking me up and down now. For some strange reason he doesn't trust me.
I take a breath, somewhat relieved. "Oh, so you know who I'm talking about? That's great 'cos I was beginning to think that you didn't –"
"But…" He struggles with his phrasing, "That actor guy doesn't exist."
"What? We're back to square one again, aren't we?"
"How much do you know about Angel?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at me. I can't help squirming.
"Uh…what do you wanna know? You see, I'm a *huge* fan of both shows. Buffy and Angel, I mean. I can tell you almost anything about them…"
"Buffy." He says, in the classic 'Angel' way. You know, all angsty and sad…
I nod. "Yeah…wow. For someone who's not David Boreanaz, you say the line perfectly. I can't believe that you're not him."
"The line?" He cocks his adorable head to the side and raises his eyebrows.
"Yeah. On the shows…whenever Angel says 'Buffy' its all broody, remorseful and angsty… And by the way you're dressed you look exactly like him when he's in character. I saw this interview with him and he was the complete opposite to Angel, you know in a bright outfit and all bubbly…just like a puppy…and you have those eyes, just like him…Oh, sorry. I'm rambling. Gotta stop me when I do that" I blush again.
Just then another completely familiar face descends the stairs. "Angel!" She calls.
Both the gorgeous man and I spin and say "Yeah?"
"Wait a second?" I exclaim. "You think you're Angel. Oh...kay…umm…" *That* is weird.
"That's what I was trying to…what do you mean *think*?" He responds.
"Angel is a FICTIONAL CHARACTER." I tell him, spinning to face the woman, who looks undoubtedly like Charisma Carpenter. Man, these people must be really big fanatics if they're gonna get cosmetic surgery to look just like the actors…And then buy a hotel and decorate it as the Hyperion… "And let me guess, you think you're Cordelia Chase?"
"I am Cordelia Chase."
"Oh brother…" I slump down onto the couch again.
"If you don't mind my asking…" Begins a third voice from behind me. It's heavily accented in crisp and proper Queen's English. (And now there's a Wesley wannabe. Great. Note the lack of enthusiasm.) "Why did *you* answer to Angel's name?"
"Because its my nickname. For many reasons. Like…my name is Angelita…but I hate it. And then there's the TV SHOW CHARACTER…I have a lot of things in common with him, so my friends dubbed me Angel permanently. I won't really answer to Angelita…bleck. Now, can someone please explain why you guys think you're from the TV shows and why I'm sitting on a couch in a perfect replica of the Hyperion…also from the show…instead of back in my home on the Gold Coast in AUSTRALIA…?"
They exchange confused glances. 'Angel' appears in front of me. "Uh, I don't know how to put this. We *ARE* Wesley, Cordy and Angel. Not TV show characters. There is no show about me…I'm sure. I can't act. I can pull off the odd disguise, but I'm not on tv. I'm a real vampire. With a soul. And on the 'why you're here' thing…I, I mean, *we* saved you from a gang of vamps. You seemed to be putting up a good fight when we showed, but-"
"He knocked me out." I finish, still not convinced.
"Right. Only…you weren't in Australia…not when we saved you." 'Cordelia' butts in. "You were in a dark alley near a bus stop. Here in LA."
"You're serious, aren't you?" I ask. They nod in unison. "This is very, VERY weird. I mean…my day started out so normal…lots of dejavu, though…I was fighting…lots more dejavu…and then the scenery changed and the guys that mugged me were stronger and… then I was here. In TV land… sorry. Force of habit. Uh, do you think you could find out what happened to me?"
Wesley brightens at the thought of research…or a new case…or something. "Yes, well, very interesting predicament I must say…"
"I have an idea. If anyone can tell you stuff like this, its Lorne." Cordelia adds. "He's all with the soul reading and fortune telling. Plus, if you're lying to us, he'll know."
"Way to go with the subtlety, Cor." Angel mumbles.
I laugh. I can't help it. As strange as the situation is, it's almost like having my own private screening of a new episode. Then the reality of her suggestion sinks in. "Oh no…" I say, waving my hands around dramatically. "There's 2 things I definitely won't and don't do. Dance and sing in public. Actually, I just don't sing."
"How do you know you have to…oh I get it. If we're on TV, then you'd know that…riiiight." Cordelia babbles. "Don't worry. Angel can't sing either and he…" At the look on Angel's face, she stops. "Never mind."
I stifle another chuckle. I really can't help it. This is soo fun. You know what? I bet I'm in a coma…or dead or something and this is my subconscious hallucinating or my version of heaven or something…but if that were true, I wouldn't see it as a possibility, so it's not what's happening.
An hour or so later, I'm standing in front of the entire fang gang, ready to humiliate myself. "Never again." I growl. "Ever."
Lorne looks over at Angel. "Well, what do ya know, Angelcakes…she's as feisty as you." He lowers his voice. "I just hope she can sing better."
"I heard that." Angel shoots back. "I'm not that bad, am I?"
I try to cover the smirk on my face. I'm still counting the 'Mandy' episode as my all time favourite…that or the one where he and Wesley dance. Yeah, I know that Angel was imagining himself dancing, but I still got to see it. Everyone else politely clear their throats and turn the subject back to me. Nooo…don't do that.
"Okay, Angelpie. When you're ready." Lorne prompts.
Everyone's eyes are glued to me. I take a deep and shaky breath. Here goes nothing. The music starts. I chose the song "I'm No Angel" (fitting isn't it) by Dido from Cordy's cd collection. It's always been a personal favourite since the first time I heard it…and I know all the words, which helps. That and the fact its one of the only ones that I can sing to an *almost* bearable extent. (Note the word, almost.)
"…If you gave me just a coin
for every time we say goodbye ...
Well, I'd be rich beyond my dreams
I'm sorry for my weary life
I know I'm not perfect
but I can smile
And I hope that you see this heart
behind my tired eyes
If you tell me that I can't
I will, I will, I'll try all night
And if I say I'm coming home
I'll probably be out all night
I know I can be afraid
but I'm alive
And I hope that you trust this heart
behind my tired eyes
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life?
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly?
I know I'm not around each night
and I know I always think I'm right
I can believe that you might look around
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life?
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly?"
As the song fades out, we all look to Lorne. He simply says. "This is new."
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A/N- Yep, you guys know what I'm gonna say. You've gotta review. PLEASE. I'll love you forever and ever… :) Seriously. You don't review, I don't write the rest. :) It's as simple as that. And if you're following without reviewing and planning on letting other people do it instead, hoping that I'll still update…for shame…
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I stare at him in disbelief. "Very Funny." I start looking around again. "Where are the cameras…? This has got to be some sort of practical joke…A high expense practical joke…"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Who's this David Boring or whatever? And why do you think I'm him?" He questions.
"It's Boreanaz. And he's you. Or you're him… Is this some kind of joke?"
"I think you've got the wrong person. Seriously."
I feel my face flush. "I'm sorry, but you look just like him. Hasn't anyone ever told you that?" I seem to be forgetting that the room I'm in looks *just* like the Hyperion…but, that's a set…from a TV show. Its not a real place, which this *definitely* is.
"No. I've never heard of him." He shakes his head. "Sorry."
"Come on!" I say, in a last stich exasperated plea to hear the truth. Maybe this guy's an Angel fanatic too…to the extreme. "He's an actor. Been in a movie 'Valentine'. Famous for his role as Angel. The vampire with a soul." I throw the ideas around at him, waiting for a response…maybe recognition or something…
His eyes seem to widen. I could have sworn they just flashed gold. Ah, the side effects from being knocked out…I'm hallucinating again. "TV character?" He asks. He sounds like he doesn't believe me. And the look I'm getting now is one of mistrust.
"Yeah. He *was* on 'Buffy The Vampire Slayer', the TV series…NOT the movie…but at the end of season 3 they gave him his own show. Called it 'Angel'. Original, don't you think? Well basic plot is Angel left Sunnydale, the little imaginary town where Buffy is set, to go to LA. When he gets there-"
"I'm aware of what happens to him." He states, cutting me off. He's looking me up and down now. For some strange reason he doesn't trust me.
I take a breath, somewhat relieved. "Oh, so you know who I'm talking about? That's great 'cos I was beginning to think that you didn't –"
"But…" He struggles with his phrasing, "That actor guy doesn't exist."
"What? We're back to square one again, aren't we?"
"How much do you know about Angel?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at me. I can't help squirming.
"Uh…what do you wanna know? You see, I'm a *huge* fan of both shows. Buffy and Angel, I mean. I can tell you almost anything about them…"
"Buffy." He says, in the classic 'Angel' way. You know, all angsty and sad…
I nod. "Yeah…wow. For someone who's not David Boreanaz, you say the line perfectly. I can't believe that you're not him."
"The line?" He cocks his adorable head to the side and raises his eyebrows.
"Yeah. On the shows…whenever Angel says 'Buffy' its all broody, remorseful and angsty… And by the way you're dressed you look exactly like him when he's in character. I saw this interview with him and he was the complete opposite to Angel, you know in a bright outfit and all bubbly…just like a puppy…and you have those eyes, just like him…Oh, sorry. I'm rambling. Gotta stop me when I do that" I blush again.
Just then another completely familiar face descends the stairs. "Angel!" She calls.
Both the gorgeous man and I spin and say "Yeah?"
"Wait a second?" I exclaim. "You think you're Angel. Oh...kay…umm…" *That* is weird.
"That's what I was trying to…what do you mean *think*?" He responds.
"Angel is a FICTIONAL CHARACTER." I tell him, spinning to face the woman, who looks undoubtedly like Charisma Carpenter. Man, these people must be really big fanatics if they're gonna get cosmetic surgery to look just like the actors…And then buy a hotel and decorate it as the Hyperion… "And let me guess, you think you're Cordelia Chase?"
"I am Cordelia Chase."
"Oh brother…" I slump down onto the couch again.
"If you don't mind my asking…" Begins a third voice from behind me. It's heavily accented in crisp and proper Queen's English. (And now there's a Wesley wannabe. Great. Note the lack of enthusiasm.) "Why did *you* answer to Angel's name?"
"Because its my nickname. For many reasons. Like…my name is Angelita…but I hate it. And then there's the TV SHOW CHARACTER…I have a lot of things in common with him, so my friends dubbed me Angel permanently. I won't really answer to Angelita…bleck. Now, can someone please explain why you guys think you're from the TV shows and why I'm sitting on a couch in a perfect replica of the Hyperion…also from the show…instead of back in my home on the Gold Coast in AUSTRALIA…?"
They exchange confused glances. 'Angel' appears in front of me. "Uh, I don't know how to put this. We *ARE* Wesley, Cordy and Angel. Not TV show characters. There is no show about me…I'm sure. I can't act. I can pull off the odd disguise, but I'm not on tv. I'm a real vampire. With a soul. And on the 'why you're here' thing…I, I mean, *we* saved you from a gang of vamps. You seemed to be putting up a good fight when we showed, but-"
"He knocked me out." I finish, still not convinced.
"Right. Only…you weren't in Australia…not when we saved you." 'Cordelia' butts in. "You were in a dark alley near a bus stop. Here in LA."
"You're serious, aren't you?" I ask. They nod in unison. "This is very, VERY weird. I mean…my day started out so normal…lots of dejavu, though…I was fighting…lots more dejavu…and then the scenery changed and the guys that mugged me were stronger and… then I was here. In TV land… sorry. Force of habit. Uh, do you think you could find out what happened to me?"
Wesley brightens at the thought of research…or a new case…or something. "Yes, well, very interesting predicament I must say…"
"I have an idea. If anyone can tell you stuff like this, its Lorne." Cordelia adds. "He's all with the soul reading and fortune telling. Plus, if you're lying to us, he'll know."
"Way to go with the subtlety, Cor." Angel mumbles.
I laugh. I can't help it. As strange as the situation is, it's almost like having my own private screening of a new episode. Then the reality of her suggestion sinks in. "Oh no…" I say, waving my hands around dramatically. "There's 2 things I definitely won't and don't do. Dance and sing in public. Actually, I just don't sing."
"How do you know you have to…oh I get it. If we're on TV, then you'd know that…riiiight." Cordelia babbles. "Don't worry. Angel can't sing either and he…" At the look on Angel's face, she stops. "Never mind."
I stifle another chuckle. I really can't help it. This is soo fun. You know what? I bet I'm in a coma…or dead or something and this is my subconscious hallucinating or my version of heaven or something…but if that were true, I wouldn't see it as a possibility, so it's not what's happening.
An hour or so later, I'm standing in front of the entire fang gang, ready to humiliate myself. "Never again." I growl. "Ever."
Lorne looks over at Angel. "Well, what do ya know, Angelcakes…she's as feisty as you." He lowers his voice. "I just hope she can sing better."
"I heard that." Angel shoots back. "I'm not that bad, am I?"
I try to cover the smirk on my face. I'm still counting the 'Mandy' episode as my all time favourite…that or the one where he and Wesley dance. Yeah, I know that Angel was imagining himself dancing, but I still got to see it. Everyone else politely clear their throats and turn the subject back to me. Nooo…don't do that.
"Okay, Angelpie. When you're ready." Lorne prompts.
Everyone's eyes are glued to me. I take a deep and shaky breath. Here goes nothing. The music starts. I chose the song "I'm No Angel" (fitting isn't it) by Dido from Cordy's cd collection. It's always been a personal favourite since the first time I heard it…and I know all the words, which helps. That and the fact its one of the only ones that I can sing to an *almost* bearable extent. (Note the word, almost.)
"…If you gave me just a coin
for every time we say goodbye ...
Well, I'd be rich beyond my dreams
I'm sorry for my weary life
I know I'm not perfect
but I can smile
And I hope that you see this heart
behind my tired eyes
If you tell me that I can't
I will, I will, I'll try all night
And if I say I'm coming home
I'll probably be out all night
I know I can be afraid
but I'm alive
And I hope that you trust this heart
behind my tired eyes
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life?
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly?
I know I'm not around each night
and I know I always think I'm right
I can believe that you might look around
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life?
I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly?"
As the song fades out, we all look to Lorne. He simply says. "This is new."
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A/N- Yep, you guys know what I'm gonna say. You've gotta review. PLEASE. I'll love you forever and ever… :) Seriously. You don't review, I don't write the rest. :) It's as simple as that. And if you're following without reviewing and planning on letting other people do it instead, hoping that I'll still update…for shame…
