Title: Sex and the Vampire
Author: Cantinera
Rating: R
Email: nicedream@rocketmail.com
Content: C/A and various others, later
Summary: Cordy gets a vision which leads them to New York. A crossover with Sex and the City eventually.
Spoilers: This takes place post-Fredless, before Offspring. For SatC, it takes place in Season 5
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I'd like to have them.
Distribution: Take it, but let me know where.
Notes: To MissKitieFantastico, the greatest beta in the world. And of course, LaLa247 and Kitty for helping with questions about NYC
Part 2
It was a half hour before take-off and everyone was on board getting ready for the flight to New York. Looking out the airplane window, you could see the hazy night settling on Los Angeles. The stars were blurred, just like anything else associated with dreams in the City of Angels. You knew it was there, but not quite in reach.
The whole gang searched for their seats in Upper Class, taking in the more affluent atmosphere. The spacious seating was definitely a plus from the cramped, uncomfortable seats in Economy Class. Cordy was pleased to get a taste of luxury again, no matter how small the taste was. When she found her place, she hopped in seat near the window and looked out into the night, while she began to twirl a strand of her chin-length, brown hair. Gunn took his place right behind her, placing his carry on bag on his lap. Wesley looked at his seat number, and saw he was seated next to Cordy.
"Do I have to sit next to Cordy? She snores, so I won't be able to concentrate on my research."
Cordy glared at Wesley, but it turned into a lighthearted look. "Hey, I don't snore! Besides, it's not my fault we need a night flight."
Angel was situating himself near Gunn when he heard the banter between Cordy and Wes. He glanced up and began to defend himself. "Well, if we didn't get a night flight, I'd become dust on arrival. So we chose a flight that would get us there at four am. I will switch with you, Wes. That way you can do your research."
"Sounds good to me." Wes responded, as he picked up his stuff and walked towards the seat next to Gunn.
"Alright, English!" Gunn yelled out, as they slapped hands and smiled at each other. "You know I don't snore, so I won't be bugging you."
"I've never been to New York before," chimed in Fred, her long hair pulled back in a French braid, "I hope it's as exciting as they say it is."
"Me too, babe," Lorne added, as he and Fred took their seats next to each other behind Wes and Gunn. Lorne was wearing an oversized coat, as well as a large hat to make him less conspicuous. "Especially after what happened to Caritas. I so need a break from LA."
"I can't believe you got through security, Lorne." Cordy called out as she turned towards them and rested her chin on the top of her seat. "In fact, I can't believe any of us got through. I mean, with a green demon, a vampire, and weapons in our luggage, you'd think someone would question us."
"They probably just assumed we were eccentric millionaires, or were snoozing on the job. Either way, I am just going to relax, check out the in flight entertainment, and drink some Seabreezes." Lorne responded as he slinked back into his chair.
Fred smiled at him and opened her book. Her nerves were acting up again. She could feel the butterflies dance about in her stomach, tickling her with the excitement and fear. She was still adjusting to her new life.and going out. She smoothed her pink, knee-length dress out and took a deep breath. Slowly she was coming back to this world, and she was determined to do it.
Meanwhile, Wes was already starting his research. He brought a couple books pertaining to Bhorai demons and apocalypses on board in his brief case, and with determination, he tried to connect the pieces together. The abduction of Mrs. Cox - the husband filled Wes in on their details - happened while she was at work. She was well known as Madame Zelda, and ran a New Age shop in West Hollywood on Melrose Avenue. A renowned psychic to the stars, she was famous for her tarot readings and expensive astrological charts. Most people who didn't believe in the mystical world dismissed her as a con artist, but her husband claimed she was for real - she just kept her more serious, magical work to herself.
So all Wes knew was Mrs. Cox was involved with some form of magic, she was well known in many circles, was believed to be a key to bringing about an apocalypse, and Bhorai demons were involved. Wes had his work cut out for him, and he knew it. He began to frown at all which lay ahead of him. Gunn looked up from his music magazine and tried to cheer up Wes.
"It's cool, man. I know you can do it."
"Thanks for the encouragement." Wes replied as he smiled back.
Just in front of the two men, Angel stared straight ahead of him, lost in thought. Who knew his life could get more complicated than it already was. On top of all the events over the past year, he started to feel something stir inside of him. The way he felt towards Cordy started to take on a feeling beyond friendship, and he was unsure of what could happen. Falling for your best friend has so many emotional repercussions. Does she even feel the same way? What would happen if he tried to take their relationship further? He loved the closeness they already shared, and he wasn't confident if he could risk it for something which might not even be a place she would want to go. Fighting demons was easy compared to falling for your best friend. But this.this wasn't just swinging an axe and killing something. This was going to transform the connection he shared with the closest friend he ever had.
"Angel, is something wrong? You are getting that look again." Cordy observed as she finally looked away from the window which seemed to fascinate her so much before take-off. She wasn't necessarily fascinated by it, she just felt Angel wasn't acting like his normal self, and he wasn't opening up to her, so it was a good distraction for the time being.
"No, not really. Well." he looked over at her and saw the worry on her face as she intently listened for him to explain what was on his mind. He knew she just wanted to know what was going on inside him, just so she could help him with his problems. But he wasn't sure if this was something she could handle, nor was he ready to tell her. ".it's just." he continued, ".I'm unsure of whether we can actually solve this case. I mean, I understand how Mr. Cox feels about his wife missing, and I'd hate to disappoint him." He didn't tell her the main thing on his mind, but he wasn't ready to tell her what is really on his mind.
"Oh." Cordy responded with a slightly disappointed look on her face. This case makes him think about Buffy, she thought. "Well, I am sure we are going to find her. With Wesley's research, Fred's brain, Lorne's connections, Gunn's brawn and your, well, your, I don't know. What do you bring to this team?" They both flashed big smiles at each other as Cordy playfully teased him. "Angel, you are good at saving people, and I doubt you will let these people down. You care so much, and even if you can be rather Stoic when it comes to expressing yourself, you show it in other ways."
Angel once again flashed a huge, gorgeous smile her way. "Thanks, Cordy."
"Glad to be of service."
"And unlike Wes, I don't care if you snore, or even drool on my shoulder."
She smirked as she leaned back into the seat. She was glad he was smiling again, but she knew he wasn't telling her completely what was on his mind, and she was going to find out. She just wasn't going to press it right now.
"Oh, if you need any blood, I have some in a thermos in my bag. Just reach in and grab it."
"You're so thoughtful." He replied, somewhat bemused and amused at the same time.
"I know, I'm all about the altruism." She quietly said as she started to fall asleep.
The captain announced the local time, temperature and introduced himself. He projected an on time arrival at JFK airport, and a flight with no complications. The crew from Angel Investigations just sat back and waited for the flight to take off, waiting for whatever came next.
TBC
Author: Cantinera
Rating: R
Email: nicedream@rocketmail.com
Content: C/A and various others, later
Summary: Cordy gets a vision which leads them to New York. A crossover with Sex and the City eventually.
Spoilers: This takes place post-Fredless, before Offspring. For SatC, it takes place in Season 5
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I'd like to have them.
Distribution: Take it, but let me know where.
Notes: To MissKitieFantastico, the greatest beta in the world. And of course, LaLa247 and Kitty for helping with questions about NYC
Part 2
It was a half hour before take-off and everyone was on board getting ready for the flight to New York. Looking out the airplane window, you could see the hazy night settling on Los Angeles. The stars were blurred, just like anything else associated with dreams in the City of Angels. You knew it was there, but not quite in reach.
The whole gang searched for their seats in Upper Class, taking in the more affluent atmosphere. The spacious seating was definitely a plus from the cramped, uncomfortable seats in Economy Class. Cordy was pleased to get a taste of luxury again, no matter how small the taste was. When she found her place, she hopped in seat near the window and looked out into the night, while she began to twirl a strand of her chin-length, brown hair. Gunn took his place right behind her, placing his carry on bag on his lap. Wesley looked at his seat number, and saw he was seated next to Cordy.
"Do I have to sit next to Cordy? She snores, so I won't be able to concentrate on my research."
Cordy glared at Wesley, but it turned into a lighthearted look. "Hey, I don't snore! Besides, it's not my fault we need a night flight."
Angel was situating himself near Gunn when he heard the banter between Cordy and Wes. He glanced up and began to defend himself. "Well, if we didn't get a night flight, I'd become dust on arrival. So we chose a flight that would get us there at four am. I will switch with you, Wes. That way you can do your research."
"Sounds good to me." Wes responded, as he picked up his stuff and walked towards the seat next to Gunn.
"Alright, English!" Gunn yelled out, as they slapped hands and smiled at each other. "You know I don't snore, so I won't be bugging you."
"I've never been to New York before," chimed in Fred, her long hair pulled back in a French braid, "I hope it's as exciting as they say it is."
"Me too, babe," Lorne added, as he and Fred took their seats next to each other behind Wes and Gunn. Lorne was wearing an oversized coat, as well as a large hat to make him less conspicuous. "Especially after what happened to Caritas. I so need a break from LA."
"I can't believe you got through security, Lorne." Cordy called out as she turned towards them and rested her chin on the top of her seat. "In fact, I can't believe any of us got through. I mean, with a green demon, a vampire, and weapons in our luggage, you'd think someone would question us."
"They probably just assumed we were eccentric millionaires, or were snoozing on the job. Either way, I am just going to relax, check out the in flight entertainment, and drink some Seabreezes." Lorne responded as he slinked back into his chair.
Fred smiled at him and opened her book. Her nerves were acting up again. She could feel the butterflies dance about in her stomach, tickling her with the excitement and fear. She was still adjusting to her new life.and going out. She smoothed her pink, knee-length dress out and took a deep breath. Slowly she was coming back to this world, and she was determined to do it.
Meanwhile, Wes was already starting his research. He brought a couple books pertaining to Bhorai demons and apocalypses on board in his brief case, and with determination, he tried to connect the pieces together. The abduction of Mrs. Cox - the husband filled Wes in on their details - happened while she was at work. She was well known as Madame Zelda, and ran a New Age shop in West Hollywood on Melrose Avenue. A renowned psychic to the stars, she was famous for her tarot readings and expensive astrological charts. Most people who didn't believe in the mystical world dismissed her as a con artist, but her husband claimed she was for real - she just kept her more serious, magical work to herself.
So all Wes knew was Mrs. Cox was involved with some form of magic, she was well known in many circles, was believed to be a key to bringing about an apocalypse, and Bhorai demons were involved. Wes had his work cut out for him, and he knew it. He began to frown at all which lay ahead of him. Gunn looked up from his music magazine and tried to cheer up Wes.
"It's cool, man. I know you can do it."
"Thanks for the encouragement." Wes replied as he smiled back.
Just in front of the two men, Angel stared straight ahead of him, lost in thought. Who knew his life could get more complicated than it already was. On top of all the events over the past year, he started to feel something stir inside of him. The way he felt towards Cordy started to take on a feeling beyond friendship, and he was unsure of what could happen. Falling for your best friend has so many emotional repercussions. Does she even feel the same way? What would happen if he tried to take their relationship further? He loved the closeness they already shared, and he wasn't confident if he could risk it for something which might not even be a place she would want to go. Fighting demons was easy compared to falling for your best friend. But this.this wasn't just swinging an axe and killing something. This was going to transform the connection he shared with the closest friend he ever had.
"Angel, is something wrong? You are getting that look again." Cordy observed as she finally looked away from the window which seemed to fascinate her so much before take-off. She wasn't necessarily fascinated by it, she just felt Angel wasn't acting like his normal self, and he wasn't opening up to her, so it was a good distraction for the time being.
"No, not really. Well." he looked over at her and saw the worry on her face as she intently listened for him to explain what was on his mind. He knew she just wanted to know what was going on inside him, just so she could help him with his problems. But he wasn't sure if this was something she could handle, nor was he ready to tell her. ".it's just." he continued, ".I'm unsure of whether we can actually solve this case. I mean, I understand how Mr. Cox feels about his wife missing, and I'd hate to disappoint him." He didn't tell her the main thing on his mind, but he wasn't ready to tell her what is really on his mind.
"Oh." Cordy responded with a slightly disappointed look on her face. This case makes him think about Buffy, she thought. "Well, I am sure we are going to find her. With Wesley's research, Fred's brain, Lorne's connections, Gunn's brawn and your, well, your, I don't know. What do you bring to this team?" They both flashed big smiles at each other as Cordy playfully teased him. "Angel, you are good at saving people, and I doubt you will let these people down. You care so much, and even if you can be rather Stoic when it comes to expressing yourself, you show it in other ways."
Angel once again flashed a huge, gorgeous smile her way. "Thanks, Cordy."
"Glad to be of service."
"And unlike Wes, I don't care if you snore, or even drool on my shoulder."
She smirked as she leaned back into the seat. She was glad he was smiling again, but she knew he wasn't telling her completely what was on his mind, and she was going to find out. She just wasn't going to press it right now.
"Oh, if you need any blood, I have some in a thermos in my bag. Just reach in and grab it."
"You're so thoughtful." He replied, somewhat bemused and amused at the same time.
"I know, I'm all about the altruism." She quietly said as she started to fall asleep.
The captain announced the local time, temperature and introduced himself. He projected an on time arrival at JFK airport, and a flight with no complications. The crew from Angel Investigations just sat back and waited for the flight to take off, waiting for whatever came next.
TBC