Chapter 5
"No." The answer was flat, and brokered no argument.
"Please?" he begged, turning the full force of his devastatingly cute face on her.
She sighed. "No," she repeated, but it was less forceful this time.
"Come on! You don't have to do anything, just sit there..."
"No Angel! It's not going to happen!" Cordy jumped up and stalked away.
"Fine," he sighed. "We'll find a different way."
*
They left L.A. in strained silence. Fred and Gunn were in his truck, and were taking baby
Connor with them. The rest of the group crammed into the usually spacious Angelmobile.
Cordelia was not happy; smashed between Lorne and the window, she could only thank the
Powers that it wasn't Wesley sitting between her and Faith. Still she wished she was up
front with Angel. She looked out at the passing headlights, trying not to think of what was
coming. However, she had little success.
*
She fell out of the car. "Fresh... air... space..." she moaned.
"We're not that bad," Wesley admonished her.
"Well, we weren't really whipping up a verbal frenzy in there." Lorne also stepped away from the group. "Man, does it feel good to be out of there and with space enough to actually move..."
"Come on everyone," Angel lead the way, albeit reluctantly, to the front door. "We've got a job to do."
"No." The answer was flat, and brokered no argument.
"Please?" he begged, turning the full force of his devastatingly cute face on her.
She sighed. "No," she repeated, but it was less forceful this time.
"Come on! You don't have to do anything, just sit there..."
"No Angel! It's not going to happen!" Cordy jumped up and stalked away.
"Fine," he sighed. "We'll find a different way."
*
They left L.A. in strained silence. Fred and Gunn were in his truck, and were taking baby
Connor with them. The rest of the group crammed into the usually spacious Angelmobile.
Cordelia was not happy; smashed between Lorne and the window, she could only thank the
Powers that it wasn't Wesley sitting between her and Faith. Still she wished she was up
front with Angel. She looked out at the passing headlights, trying not to think of what was
coming. However, she had little success.
*
She fell out of the car. "Fresh... air... space..." she moaned.
"We're not that bad," Wesley admonished her.
"Well, we weren't really whipping up a verbal frenzy in there." Lorne also stepped away from the group. "Man, does it feel good to be out of there and with space enough to actually move..."
"Come on everyone," Angel lead the way, albeit reluctantly, to the front door. "We've got a job to do."