Title: Pet, Peaches and Patches
Author : Aset
E-mail : Eponine_Aset@hotmail.com
Distribution : sure, just let me know
Feedback: yes please! Love it, need it!!!
Status: not finished
Sequel/Season info: season 3 of Angel, before WITW
Rating: PG
Content warnings: none
Pairings: well, there will be C/A in it! Guaranteed! (Like I want to write something else ?!?) And some F/G probably.
Summary: I haven't figured this one out myself. It's got something to do with a ring and Cordy. Romance is in it for sure! Maybe I'll make this one a cross-over, not sure yet... (maybe I should do a little poll...)
Disclaimer: Gee, if I owned them, you really think I would be writing fanfic???!!!???
Author's note : English isn't my native tongue and I haven't got a bèta, so...there can be mistakes in the text(care to bèta ? Mail me please ! ! ! ;o) )
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Prologue
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'I. I can't reach it !' She yelled as she stretched out her hand one last time, reaching out for the ring at the other side of the bars.
'Let me try' a voice behind her said
'No, my hands are smaller'
'I got a stick'
'Oh' she said as she made way for the man as he tried to get a hold of the jewel. It was a beautiful platinum ring with a text carved in it, nicely finished with a shiny diamond. It didn't take long before the man could fetch it with a little help of the stick in his hands. The woman took the ring, smiling brightly.
'It's beautiful! Have you ever seen something like this?' she said as she put it on.
'No.it's a one of a kind too' The man said as he grabbed the woman by the hand, leading them out of the sewers and out of the old building.
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PART ONE
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Cordelia was sitting on the couch, surrounded by her friends and co- workers, showing of the ring that was shining on her hand.
'Wow, Cordy.It's beautiful' Fred exclaimed as she looked at the jewel and the diamond worked up in it.
'Marvellous really' Wesley said, Britishly enthusiastic as ever.
Gunn nodded as he put his hands in his pockets, glaring over in Fred's direction. Angel remained silent, and so did Connor, fast asleep in his father's arms.
'I'm still wondering how he could afford it' Gunn said.
'I bet it isn't even a real diamond' Angel said before Cordy got a chance to tell them all how successful her latest conquest was. Angel couldn't help but to sound a bit jealous. Everybody knew he had a thing going for the former Mayqueen, everybody except Cordy and Angel himself was in a little phase of denial.
'Angel! Richy did. it's a real one!' Cordy defended her new-found love, and his money.
'It's true.you can see it perfectly.look at those colours, and then there are the perfect squares. nice table.it's a real one all right, a real expensive one too' Fred had taken Cordy's hand to have a closer look at the ring, and the stone.
Angel grumbled, then turned back to his dark corner. He didn't like this new guy. 'Even that Greaselhug was better' he thought, 'Cordy deserves better'.
Richard - Richy -Groenenbergh was 27, handsome and rich. And he'd set his eyes on Cordy some weeks ago, took her out on several dinners, and even a movie and had spoiled her with gifts, which often came with those blue boxes she adored so much. Yesterday he'd given her a ring. a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, really expensive. He didn't propose, but Angel was sure that wouldn't take that long anymore, although he hadn't spent the night. 'Otherwise she would've mentioned it' he thought.
He really didn't like Richard, not from the first time he'd seen the guy, picking up Cordy in his expensive convertible. She wore a gorgeous coctaildress that night, he remembered, that made her look really. just breathtaking. He looked just like all the other rich guys Cordy used to date when she first came to LA, like that Wilson Christopher and the others that had passed the review. It's true he never really liked one of them, but there was something about this guy that made him dislike him even more. He'd done some research on ' Groenenbergh, Richard' that evening, but all he could find was a perfectly clean record ; no criminal history, no sudden wealth, no demonic involvement, no smelly money. Just a normal, good- looking rich guy, with a millionaire-daddy, with a degree in Ancient History. Richard had studied in England, at the university of Oxford, but he didn't really use his diploma for research or so, he just worked in his father's firm 'J. Groenenbergh Publishing Agency' and wrote a couple of books. Of course he wanted to see Cordy happy, but not with Richy.
Angel sighed as he put Connor down in his playpen. 'If only she'd have a vision tonight', he thought, 'he'd sack her for sure'
Cordy had never had a vision when Richy was around, and although they weren't so violent anymore since she'd became partially demon, they were sometimes still pretty nasty to watch, or when she went floating, that was weird. But Richard didn't know all that. To him she was just a beautiful, young, smart woman.
'Deep thoughts?' a voice behind him asked, causing him to jump.
'Cordelia!'
She smiled. It didn't really happen that often that she could make Angel jump. Usually, that was his gig.
'Scared you?' she asked, a more brighter smile on her face, ' I just came to say goodnight to our little angel before I leave'
'Little?' he raised a brow
'Not you! The baby!' she exclaimed, poking him in his ribs. But his remark was cute, and she'd noticed it.
'Oh.So, you're going out tonight?'
'Uhu. Richy is taking me to some fancy restaurant.'
'You look splendid' he said, and she really did. She was wearing a skirt, reaching until her knees, with a blue flower-print, and a slightly transparent white blouse, which exposed a little, but was still very appropriate.
''Thanks.'
An uncomfortable silence fell between them although both had plenty of things to say.
'What's wrong, Angel ?' Cordy asked her friend.
He looked at her, then turned his gaze towards his baby-son, who had woken up now and was playing with a little toy. Angel had that sad-'I'm all tortured'-look on his face
'I think he's growing a tooth' he said as his hand found his son's.
'I mean you.What's bothering you, Angel? And don't say 'nothing', 'cause I know that something is bothering you'
He sighed and showed a sudden interest in his shoes, 'Richy...I don't trust him' he blurted out
'I should've know' she raised her voice, 'I meet this great guy who I like and who actually likes me too, and there you are, hating him!'
'I don't hate him' Angel said with an innocent voice, but he still didn't look up.
'No, but you don't like him. What is it with you, Angel? Don't you want me to be happy? Or just because you're all black and broody, I should be too?'
'I...' Angel wanted to reply, but they were interrupted by Fred, saying Richard had arrived.
'Have fun' he said while she placed a kiss on Connor's forehead, leaving him behind without saying a word, or looking at him.
Angel looked for comfort with his baby-boy, but Connor seemed to be having more interest in his rattle then in his father's hand. Sadly he heard Cordy's laugher in the distance as she greeted her love, leaving for an evening of joy, money and maybe some loving too...
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'Can't I keep it, please Ray' she said in her sweetest voice as her eyes were fixed on the precious jewel on her finger. If gold could melt with only a look, there wouldn't be any gold left around her finger, so long had she been staring at it, moving it over and over again, changing the incidence of light on the diamond until she thought she'd seen every possible sparkle, then she'd start all over again. It was the most beautiful thing she'd even seen.
'No, Gilly, you know it...this one's for Big Boss. With the money we get I'll buy you a hundred rings.'
'But I want this one' she whimpered.
She was a pretty young girl, about 22 years old, dressed in trashy-looking clothes, her blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders, her lips were full and red, like her nails.
'Sorry, G. You know we can't do this. We need the money, and you know what happens when the boss gets angry.' The man said, stepping up to her, holding out his hand demanding the ring. Gilly sighed and put the ring in Ray's hands.
'But know I don't like it!' She added, then left her seat, walking across the room towards the kitchen-table, lighting her cigarette, and inhaled deeply.
They were in Ray's studio, in one of the more bad neighbourhoods of LA. It was dirty, as usual, with is dirty laundry thrown over one of the seats, and dirty cups on the table. Gilly didn't really like it there, she preferred her own apartment, which wasn't much better than Ray's, but it was better. She never stayed over at his' place. They always went to her's but the so-called 'Big boss' would call them at Ray's place in about half an hour to arrange the transaction. 1000$ each if they got the ring in one piece. Gilly didn't really like this kind of jobs, but it was a way to make some quick cash. She grew up in a small town in Texas on a farm. She wanted to make fame and fortune, and despite the words of her parents, she left for LA as soon as she finished High School. As so many she wanted to become an actress, but it didn't work out, until she met Ray. She'd done some modelling for on of his friends, and after some time she started to help him out on his 'jobs' and soon after they became an item. She'd never met big Boss; all she knew was that he was rich and powerful. He ordered, they got him what he wanted without asking questions. In the time she'd shared with Ray, working for Big Boss, she'd seen some strange thins, so when he'd send them after the ring she didn't even raise a brow anymore.
She walked over to the window, looking out over the citylights, finishing her cigarette. Then the phone rang... It was Big Boss. Ray didn't say much, but then again he never did.
'You remain silent when Big boss is talking. Only speak when you're supposed to' he'd told her once. She knew Ray feared Big Boss, she could hear it in the way he talked about him.
'His servants are coming for it' he said as he hung up.
'And the money?' Gilly asked.
'They'll bring it along' Ray played with he ring in his hand, 'This pretty's worth a lot. Must be important'
'I have no doubt about it. He send us into those creepy sewers... With all those rats' Gilly involuntarily shivered.
The rats... She hated those the most. Roaches, she could live with roaches... Creepy antlers are fine, but no tails... no yukkie rats with naked tails...
'There were no rats' Ray said in a monotone voice, opening a can of beer.
'It were dirty, smelly sewers Ray! Of course there were rats!'
Ray sighed and went to sit down again. He regretted getting Gilly to help him, but there was no way back. She was already too involved now...
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'Sorry sweetie. Business.' Richard explained as he rejoined Cordy at their table in the restaurant, putting his cell-phone down. She smiled at him and said it was okay.
'Nothing can spoil this evening', she thought,' Champagne, candles, handsome, rich man...'
'You look absolutely amazing' he said, taking her hand, placing a small kiss upon it.
They'd arrived at the restaurant about an hour ago. Richard knew the Chef and had arranged some privacy for them... a private diningroom. There were white flowers everywhere, soft, romantic music filled the room, and candles gave it just that extra touch. A table was set up in the middle, decorated with some flowers and candles, and a bottle of champagne waiting for them in the ice-basket.
'Have you chosen, my dear?' he asked, letting go of her hand, taking the bottle of champagne, filling their glasses again.
'I...uh...not really' she admitted. There was just so much to choose from... It reminded her of her family diners, at her birthday, her parent's wedding anniversary,... Life had been good to her back then...
'The Caesar's salad is great here, and the lobster is too...' Richy said as he read the menu, 'You know what you'll do...Take them both.'
Cordy smiled, 'Isn't that like...too much for me?'
'Don't worry...the lobster's for both of us'
'Oh'
Richard was right. The salad was excellent, as was the lobster. Richard tried to keep their conversation interesting for her, and she appreciated his efforts, although she didn't really knew anything about the evolution in wallpaintings in the beginning of the first century a.d. in Roman graves. But Richard was sweet. She couldn't help but notice the wrinkles she he smiled.
'It's cute' she thought,' just like Angel when...' she stopped...' No...No thinking about Broody-boss tonight' she said to herself, 'Tonight is all yours and Richy's' she thought.
She had caught herself a lot lately thinking about Angel, and all the handsome, and cute things about him, and in a way she felt guilty, for she was dating Richard now. Richard, with the cute dimly-smile, with the nice- talk, blue-box-presents, BMW-convertible, Rich-Richard. She sighed as she took her glass of champagne
'Are you finished' he asked in a somewhat British accent.
'Yes...I'm full' she said with a smile, 'But it was good...Really good'
'I'm glad' he said, again with an accent.
'Richard...have you...I mean...Since when do you talk with an accent?'
'Oh, I'm sorry Cordy. That comes out once in a while. I've told you that I went to College in England, right?'
'Oh yes, sorry'
'It's quite all right'
She'd completely forgot about that. 'Oxford. Probably very strict, and dull, with books, and books, and well..more books. Giles-paradise, Wesley- Nirvana' she thought and smiled at the thought of the two former-watchers having the time of their loves with all those books...'
Richard had driven her home after heir diner, and she'd even offered him to come in. She'd had a little chat with Phantom Dennis before she'd left, and it felt like the right thing to do, but he refused and kissed her good night. Despite the fact that she was somewhat disappointed she smiled; 'A true gentleman' she thought, 'wanting to do things the right way'. And she fell down on the couch. It didn't take long before Dennis handed her a can of diet coke.
'Thanks Dennis!'
Then she heard her answering machine, which Dennis had just turned on.
'Cordy, it's me...' Angel's voice ran through her house...
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..... PART TWO is on it's way :o).......
Author : Aset
E-mail : Eponine_Aset@hotmail.com
Distribution : sure, just let me know
Feedback: yes please! Love it, need it!!!
Status: not finished
Sequel/Season info: season 3 of Angel, before WITW
Rating: PG
Content warnings: none
Pairings: well, there will be C/A in it! Guaranteed! (Like I want to write something else ?!?) And some F/G probably.
Summary: I haven't figured this one out myself. It's got something to do with a ring and Cordy. Romance is in it for sure! Maybe I'll make this one a cross-over, not sure yet... (maybe I should do a little poll...)
Disclaimer: Gee, if I owned them, you really think I would be writing fanfic???!!!???
Author's note : English isn't my native tongue and I haven't got a bèta, so...there can be mistakes in the text(care to bèta ? Mail me please ! ! ! ;o) )
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Prologue
*-*-*-*-*
'I. I can't reach it !' She yelled as she stretched out her hand one last time, reaching out for the ring at the other side of the bars.
'Let me try' a voice behind her said
'No, my hands are smaller'
'I got a stick'
'Oh' she said as she made way for the man as he tried to get a hold of the jewel. It was a beautiful platinum ring with a text carved in it, nicely finished with a shiny diamond. It didn't take long before the man could fetch it with a little help of the stick in his hands. The woman took the ring, smiling brightly.
'It's beautiful! Have you ever seen something like this?' she said as she put it on.
'No.it's a one of a kind too' The man said as he grabbed the woman by the hand, leading them out of the sewers and out of the old building.
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PART ONE
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Cordelia was sitting on the couch, surrounded by her friends and co- workers, showing of the ring that was shining on her hand.
'Wow, Cordy.It's beautiful' Fred exclaimed as she looked at the jewel and the diamond worked up in it.
'Marvellous really' Wesley said, Britishly enthusiastic as ever.
Gunn nodded as he put his hands in his pockets, glaring over in Fred's direction. Angel remained silent, and so did Connor, fast asleep in his father's arms.
'I'm still wondering how he could afford it' Gunn said.
'I bet it isn't even a real diamond' Angel said before Cordy got a chance to tell them all how successful her latest conquest was. Angel couldn't help but to sound a bit jealous. Everybody knew he had a thing going for the former Mayqueen, everybody except Cordy and Angel himself was in a little phase of denial.
'Angel! Richy did. it's a real one!' Cordy defended her new-found love, and his money.
'It's true.you can see it perfectly.look at those colours, and then there are the perfect squares. nice table.it's a real one all right, a real expensive one too' Fred had taken Cordy's hand to have a closer look at the ring, and the stone.
Angel grumbled, then turned back to his dark corner. He didn't like this new guy. 'Even that Greaselhug was better' he thought, 'Cordy deserves better'.
Richard - Richy -Groenenbergh was 27, handsome and rich. And he'd set his eyes on Cordy some weeks ago, took her out on several dinners, and even a movie and had spoiled her with gifts, which often came with those blue boxes she adored so much. Yesterday he'd given her a ring. a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, really expensive. He didn't propose, but Angel was sure that wouldn't take that long anymore, although he hadn't spent the night. 'Otherwise she would've mentioned it' he thought.
He really didn't like Richard, not from the first time he'd seen the guy, picking up Cordy in his expensive convertible. She wore a gorgeous coctaildress that night, he remembered, that made her look really. just breathtaking. He looked just like all the other rich guys Cordy used to date when she first came to LA, like that Wilson Christopher and the others that had passed the review. It's true he never really liked one of them, but there was something about this guy that made him dislike him even more. He'd done some research on ' Groenenbergh, Richard' that evening, but all he could find was a perfectly clean record ; no criminal history, no sudden wealth, no demonic involvement, no smelly money. Just a normal, good- looking rich guy, with a millionaire-daddy, with a degree in Ancient History. Richard had studied in England, at the university of Oxford, but he didn't really use his diploma for research or so, he just worked in his father's firm 'J. Groenenbergh Publishing Agency' and wrote a couple of books. Of course he wanted to see Cordy happy, but not with Richy.
Angel sighed as he put Connor down in his playpen. 'If only she'd have a vision tonight', he thought, 'he'd sack her for sure'
Cordy had never had a vision when Richy was around, and although they weren't so violent anymore since she'd became partially demon, they were sometimes still pretty nasty to watch, or when she went floating, that was weird. But Richard didn't know all that. To him she was just a beautiful, young, smart woman.
'Deep thoughts?' a voice behind him asked, causing him to jump.
'Cordelia!'
She smiled. It didn't really happen that often that she could make Angel jump. Usually, that was his gig.
'Scared you?' she asked, a more brighter smile on her face, ' I just came to say goodnight to our little angel before I leave'
'Little?' he raised a brow
'Not you! The baby!' she exclaimed, poking him in his ribs. But his remark was cute, and she'd noticed it.
'Oh.So, you're going out tonight?'
'Uhu. Richy is taking me to some fancy restaurant.'
'You look splendid' he said, and she really did. She was wearing a skirt, reaching until her knees, with a blue flower-print, and a slightly transparent white blouse, which exposed a little, but was still very appropriate.
''Thanks.'
An uncomfortable silence fell between them although both had plenty of things to say.
'What's wrong, Angel ?' Cordy asked her friend.
He looked at her, then turned his gaze towards his baby-son, who had woken up now and was playing with a little toy. Angel had that sad-'I'm all tortured'-look on his face
'I think he's growing a tooth' he said as his hand found his son's.
'I mean you.What's bothering you, Angel? And don't say 'nothing', 'cause I know that something is bothering you'
He sighed and showed a sudden interest in his shoes, 'Richy...I don't trust him' he blurted out
'I should've know' she raised her voice, 'I meet this great guy who I like and who actually likes me too, and there you are, hating him!'
'I don't hate him' Angel said with an innocent voice, but he still didn't look up.
'No, but you don't like him. What is it with you, Angel? Don't you want me to be happy? Or just because you're all black and broody, I should be too?'
'I...' Angel wanted to reply, but they were interrupted by Fred, saying Richard had arrived.
'Have fun' he said while she placed a kiss on Connor's forehead, leaving him behind without saying a word, or looking at him.
Angel looked for comfort with his baby-boy, but Connor seemed to be having more interest in his rattle then in his father's hand. Sadly he heard Cordy's laugher in the distance as she greeted her love, leaving for an evening of joy, money and maybe some loving too...
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'Can't I keep it, please Ray' she said in her sweetest voice as her eyes were fixed on the precious jewel on her finger. If gold could melt with only a look, there wouldn't be any gold left around her finger, so long had she been staring at it, moving it over and over again, changing the incidence of light on the diamond until she thought she'd seen every possible sparkle, then she'd start all over again. It was the most beautiful thing she'd even seen.
'No, Gilly, you know it...this one's for Big Boss. With the money we get I'll buy you a hundred rings.'
'But I want this one' she whimpered.
She was a pretty young girl, about 22 years old, dressed in trashy-looking clothes, her blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders, her lips were full and red, like her nails.
'Sorry, G. You know we can't do this. We need the money, and you know what happens when the boss gets angry.' The man said, stepping up to her, holding out his hand demanding the ring. Gilly sighed and put the ring in Ray's hands.
'But know I don't like it!' She added, then left her seat, walking across the room towards the kitchen-table, lighting her cigarette, and inhaled deeply.
They were in Ray's studio, in one of the more bad neighbourhoods of LA. It was dirty, as usual, with is dirty laundry thrown over one of the seats, and dirty cups on the table. Gilly didn't really like it there, she preferred her own apartment, which wasn't much better than Ray's, but it was better. She never stayed over at his' place. They always went to her's but the so-called 'Big boss' would call them at Ray's place in about half an hour to arrange the transaction. 1000$ each if they got the ring in one piece. Gilly didn't really like this kind of jobs, but it was a way to make some quick cash. She grew up in a small town in Texas on a farm. She wanted to make fame and fortune, and despite the words of her parents, she left for LA as soon as she finished High School. As so many she wanted to become an actress, but it didn't work out, until she met Ray. She'd done some modelling for on of his friends, and after some time she started to help him out on his 'jobs' and soon after they became an item. She'd never met big Boss; all she knew was that he was rich and powerful. He ordered, they got him what he wanted without asking questions. In the time she'd shared with Ray, working for Big Boss, she'd seen some strange thins, so when he'd send them after the ring she didn't even raise a brow anymore.
She walked over to the window, looking out over the citylights, finishing her cigarette. Then the phone rang... It was Big Boss. Ray didn't say much, but then again he never did.
'You remain silent when Big boss is talking. Only speak when you're supposed to' he'd told her once. She knew Ray feared Big Boss, she could hear it in the way he talked about him.
'His servants are coming for it' he said as he hung up.
'And the money?' Gilly asked.
'They'll bring it along' Ray played with he ring in his hand, 'This pretty's worth a lot. Must be important'
'I have no doubt about it. He send us into those creepy sewers... With all those rats' Gilly involuntarily shivered.
The rats... She hated those the most. Roaches, she could live with roaches... Creepy antlers are fine, but no tails... no yukkie rats with naked tails...
'There were no rats' Ray said in a monotone voice, opening a can of beer.
'It were dirty, smelly sewers Ray! Of course there were rats!'
Ray sighed and went to sit down again. He regretted getting Gilly to help him, but there was no way back. She was already too involved now...
*-*-*
'Sorry sweetie. Business.' Richard explained as he rejoined Cordy at their table in the restaurant, putting his cell-phone down. She smiled at him and said it was okay.
'Nothing can spoil this evening', she thought,' Champagne, candles, handsome, rich man...'
'You look absolutely amazing' he said, taking her hand, placing a small kiss upon it.
They'd arrived at the restaurant about an hour ago. Richard knew the Chef and had arranged some privacy for them... a private diningroom. There were white flowers everywhere, soft, romantic music filled the room, and candles gave it just that extra touch. A table was set up in the middle, decorated with some flowers and candles, and a bottle of champagne waiting for them in the ice-basket.
'Have you chosen, my dear?' he asked, letting go of her hand, taking the bottle of champagne, filling their glasses again.
'I...uh...not really' she admitted. There was just so much to choose from... It reminded her of her family diners, at her birthday, her parent's wedding anniversary,... Life had been good to her back then...
'The Caesar's salad is great here, and the lobster is too...' Richy said as he read the menu, 'You know what you'll do...Take them both.'
Cordy smiled, 'Isn't that like...too much for me?'
'Don't worry...the lobster's for both of us'
'Oh'
Richard was right. The salad was excellent, as was the lobster. Richard tried to keep their conversation interesting for her, and she appreciated his efforts, although she didn't really knew anything about the evolution in wallpaintings in the beginning of the first century a.d. in Roman graves. But Richard was sweet. She couldn't help but notice the wrinkles she he smiled.
'It's cute' she thought,' just like Angel when...' she stopped...' No...No thinking about Broody-boss tonight' she said to herself, 'Tonight is all yours and Richy's' she thought.
She had caught herself a lot lately thinking about Angel, and all the handsome, and cute things about him, and in a way she felt guilty, for she was dating Richard now. Richard, with the cute dimly-smile, with the nice- talk, blue-box-presents, BMW-convertible, Rich-Richard. She sighed as she took her glass of champagne
'Are you finished' he asked in a somewhat British accent.
'Yes...I'm full' she said with a smile, 'But it was good...Really good'
'I'm glad' he said, again with an accent.
'Richard...have you...I mean...Since when do you talk with an accent?'
'Oh, I'm sorry Cordy. That comes out once in a while. I've told you that I went to College in England, right?'
'Oh yes, sorry'
'It's quite all right'
She'd completely forgot about that. 'Oxford. Probably very strict, and dull, with books, and books, and well..more books. Giles-paradise, Wesley- Nirvana' she thought and smiled at the thought of the two former-watchers having the time of their loves with all those books...'
Richard had driven her home after heir diner, and she'd even offered him to come in. She'd had a little chat with Phantom Dennis before she'd left, and it felt like the right thing to do, but he refused and kissed her good night. Despite the fact that she was somewhat disappointed she smiled; 'A true gentleman' she thought, 'wanting to do things the right way'. And she fell down on the couch. It didn't take long before Dennis handed her a can of diet coke.
'Thanks Dennis!'
Then she heard her answering machine, which Dennis had just turned on.
'Cordy, it's me...' Angel's voice ran through her house...
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..... PART TWO is on it's way :o).......