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Oh, here's how they found Darla...it amused me, let's see if it amuses you.
Wesley was moping. Cordelia being gone was just...well it was just plain -wrong-. Cordy was the one who refused to give up, refused to let anything get her down...refused to let anything get them down, either. She tried so hard to make everything perfect. She was the best friend anyone could ask for.
So, her being gone and all, Wes was a bit depressed.
Cordy would have prodded him and said something like "You going all broody on us, Wes? I thought that was Angel's job." And he'd have laughed, and she'd smile proudly.
But this time there was no Cordy.
So poor, mopy Wes went where thousands of guys every day go.
To a strip club!
Why the hell not. He felt useless back in the Magic Box - research was just not going to cut it here. They knew what they were dealing with. They just couldn't find it.
Anyway, here he was, sitting in this strip club. It wasn't even a good one, either.
[Backstage, stripper's dressing room]
Darla yawned. She'd been getting bored, sitting around watching Drusilla and Cordelia. She'd also gotten hungry.
So why not combine good eating with a little fun?
She'd applied for the new stripper's job, and gotten it almost immediately. A dozen silly little plans formed in her mind...
[Back to Wes]
Growing bored, Wesley looked around. Then he spotted the next stripper up, waiting patiently by the dressing room door, watching the other performer with a smirk.
Wes did a double take.
Darla?
Why, oh why, did these things happen to him? And the others. He couldn't even be a normal guy for a night without running into some hell-bound honey.
Sighing, he reached for his cell-phone, just hoping Angel wouldn't ask too many questions.
So, whaddya think? Do tell, do tell.
Babyshowers at the Hellmouth
Chapter 12
by Adele Elisabeth
Cordy shrieked as one of the walls exploded, throwing her and Drusilla to the ground.
Spike and Angel stepped through the rubble calmly, as if they did this sort of thing every day (hey wait, they do), and Cordy struggled to her feet.
"Don't do things like that. What if I've lost the baby because of this." Were the first word's out of Cordy's mouth. Then her mind caught up with her mouth. "Angel! Spike! Rescue at last! I told you they'd come, Drusilla," she crowed. "I told you! Didn't I tell you!"
"The Queen is very wise." Drusilla nodded solemnly. Her eyes lit up when she caught sight of Spike, and then she faltered, remembering Niamh. She brightened. Niamh was nice. Niamh wouldn't let them hurt her. She was fairly sure Cordy would protect her too, but Niamh...she knew she could count on her.
"You...made friends?" Angel raised an eyebrow.
"She was just as much a victim as me. Well, okay, not quite as much. But there was definite victim-hood going on." Cordy nodded, after hurling herself into her husband's arms. "She's not so bad, once you get to know her."
"We had a tea-party." Drusilla chimed in, smiling happily.
"And who's to say blood can't be drunk out of a teapot, anyway?" Cordy added, good-naturedly. "I had tea, though."
"A very soothing drink, for queens away from their knight."
"What she said."
Spike and Angel exchanged a look.
Niamh would be insufferable for weeks, they just knew it. She always was when she was right and they were wrong.
They groaned simulaneously.
"We should throw a babyshower for Cordelia." Anya suggested the next day, once everyone was settled. She was talking to Niamh. "Not too expensive, mind you, but definitely presents. Babies need presents. And she has been through a lot. She deserves a celebration of some sort."
"Brilliant idea, Anya." Niamh nodded. "Keep it secret?"
"Surprise parties are the very best kind."
The. End.
***
So, should I write a sequel? I was thinking of something along the lines of the chosen child's first day at school, the horrors of parenthood and introducing the poor little bugger to the extended family...oh, and we never found out whether it was a girl or a boy, anyway.
If you think I should write a sequel, say so, and I need some help deciding if the sprog's a girl or a boy...
Til next time,
Adele Elisabeth
Oh, here's how they found Darla...it amused me, let's see if it amuses you.
Wesley was moping. Cordelia being gone was just...well it was just plain -wrong-. Cordy was the one who refused to give up, refused to let anything get her down...refused to let anything get them down, either. She tried so hard to make everything perfect. She was the best friend anyone could ask for.
So, her being gone and all, Wes was a bit depressed.
Cordy would have prodded him and said something like "You going all broody on us, Wes? I thought that was Angel's job." And he'd have laughed, and she'd smile proudly.
But this time there was no Cordy.
So poor, mopy Wes went where thousands of guys every day go.
To a strip club!
Why the hell not. He felt useless back in the Magic Box - research was just not going to cut it here. They knew what they were dealing with. They just couldn't find it.
Anyway, here he was, sitting in this strip club. It wasn't even a good one, either.
[Backstage, stripper's dressing room]
Darla yawned. She'd been getting bored, sitting around watching Drusilla and Cordelia. She'd also gotten hungry.
So why not combine good eating with a little fun?
She'd applied for the new stripper's job, and gotten it almost immediately. A dozen silly little plans formed in her mind...
[Back to Wes]
Growing bored, Wesley looked around. Then he spotted the next stripper up, waiting patiently by the dressing room door, watching the other performer with a smirk.
Wes did a double take.
Darla?
Why, oh why, did these things happen to him? And the others. He couldn't even be a normal guy for a night without running into some hell-bound honey.
Sighing, he reached for his cell-phone, just hoping Angel wouldn't ask too many questions.
So, whaddya think? Do tell, do tell.
Babyshowers at the Hellmouth
Chapter 12
by Adele Elisabeth
Cordy shrieked as one of the walls exploded, throwing her and Drusilla to the ground.
Spike and Angel stepped through the rubble calmly, as if they did this sort of thing every day (hey wait, they do), and Cordy struggled to her feet.
"Don't do things like that. What if I've lost the baby because of this." Were the first word's out of Cordy's mouth. Then her mind caught up with her mouth. "Angel! Spike! Rescue at last! I told you they'd come, Drusilla," she crowed. "I told you! Didn't I tell you!"
"The Queen is very wise." Drusilla nodded solemnly. Her eyes lit up when she caught sight of Spike, and then she faltered, remembering Niamh. She brightened. Niamh was nice. Niamh wouldn't let them hurt her. She was fairly sure Cordy would protect her too, but Niamh...she knew she could count on her.
"You...made friends?" Angel raised an eyebrow.
"She was just as much a victim as me. Well, okay, not quite as much. But there was definite victim-hood going on." Cordy nodded, after hurling herself into her husband's arms. "She's not so bad, once you get to know her."
"We had a tea-party." Drusilla chimed in, smiling happily.
"And who's to say blood can't be drunk out of a teapot, anyway?" Cordy added, good-naturedly. "I had tea, though."
"A very soothing drink, for queens away from their knight."
"What she said."
Spike and Angel exchanged a look.
Niamh would be insufferable for weeks, they just knew it. She always was when she was right and they were wrong.
They groaned simulaneously.
"We should throw a babyshower for Cordelia." Anya suggested the next day, once everyone was settled. She was talking to Niamh. "Not too expensive, mind you, but definitely presents. Babies need presents. And she has been through a lot. She deserves a celebration of some sort."
"Brilliant idea, Anya." Niamh nodded. "Keep it secret?"
"Surprise parties are the very best kind."
The. End.
***
So, should I write a sequel? I was thinking of something along the lines of the chosen child's first day at school, the horrors of parenthood and introducing the poor little bugger to the extended family...oh, and we never found out whether it was a girl or a boy, anyway.
If you think I should write a sequel, say so, and I need some help deciding if the sprog's a girl or a boy...
Til next time,
Adele Elisabeth