TRAINING
TIME
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
A/N: Okay, so I mention Christmas in this. I can't help it! It's my most favorite holiday of the year. And it's not just the presents. Oh, and no one should complain that Angel should hate Christmas (you know. Because of Jesus' cross and vampires hate crosses) or anything.
Summary: It's time for Leslie's training to begin. And it's also time for someone to be a showoff.
CHAPTER 3
The hotel looked beautiful when Connor and Leslie got home. There were lights stringed in the windows (the weren't lit, though); reefs hanging on the door, gingerbread houses all over, and most of all a tall Christmas tree loaded down with red and green balls, lights (they weren't lit, either) and many ornaments. Everyone was in the lobby, as well.
"Wow," was all Connor could say.
"Do you like it?" asked Fred.
"I love it," said Leslie. "This is beautiful."
"It's cool," said Connor.
"Are you ready, Leslie?" asked Angel.
"Ready for what?" she asked.
"You forgot? You start training today," said Angel.
"Today? Oh, come on, Angel," Leslie whined. "I need sleep."
"It's three o'clock, kid. Drink some coffee," said Gunn.
"Charles," chided Fred.
"I'm just saying," said Gunn.
"Maybe you should drink some coffee," said Cordelia.
"No. I'll be fine," said Leslie. "What are we doing?"
"Vamp attack," replied Angel. "Lorne's going to come in here and you're going to attempt to stake him."
"Uh, when's he coming in?" asked Leslie.
"That'll ruin the surprise," said Angel.
"Here," said Cordy. She tossed her a wooden stake.
"I am so not made for this," said Leslie.
"Heads up!" yelled Gunn.
Lorne came in (the so called vampire) down a stairway. He was wearing a black silk cape. He was also trying a little too hard.
"Uh, I've come to suck your blood," said Lorne.
Everyone tried to keep from laughing at Lorne's little Count Dracula act.
"Go, Leslie," said Angel.
"Uh, right," said Leslie. She tossed the stake at Lorne. It bounced off his shoulder.
"Ow," he said dryly.
"That wasn't right was it?" Leslie asked.
"Uh, no," said Gunn.
"Leslie, what was that?" asked Angel.
"Sorry," said Leslie.
"I don't get it," said Connor. "When you shot that PEN at Rob it hit him right in the neck."
"Well, I hate Rob," said Leslie. "I don't have a problem with Lorne."
"Aw, thanks baby cakes," said Lorne.
"Um, Leslie, I'm guessing that you are one of those girls with a big heart," said Gunn, putting his arm around her.
"Well, I guess so," said Leslie.
"Well, get over it!" snapped Gunn. "You're living in a new world, kid."
"Charles, stop it," said Fred.
"I really hate to say it but Gunn is right. You have to be a little less on the nice side, Leslie," said Angel.
"I'll attempt that," said Leslie.
"Let's try something new. How about target practice?" suggested Cordy.
"I can show this one," said Connor. He went into the weapon cabinet and pulled out a crossbow.
"Show it, Connor. Aim the arrow at that painting on the wall," said Cordy.
"Hey, I love that painting," said Fred.
"I know," said Cordy. "But I hate it."
"All right," said Leslie, as Connor handed her the crossbow. "I'm, uh, ready."
"Okay, aim," said Cordy.
Leslie shot out the arrow. It landed next to the painting. Not into it. Leslie let out an angered sigh. How could she have missed that?
"Let a pro show you the right stuff," said Connor.
"Wait a second," said Angel.
His son took a crossbow for himself and jumped to the desk. He smirked at Leslie and shot the arrow with looking. It shot to the lowest part of the painting. But it was not in the middle.
"Whoa," said Leslie unenthusiastically.
"Connor," admonished Angel. "Stop goofing off!"
"I wasn't goofing," said Connor rudely. "I was just showing off MY skills."
"Uh, maybe we should move to something else," said Leslie. "Or call it a wrap. I have homework and stuff." She was just trying to avoid a father and son fight.
"Fine," Angel agreed, shooting Connor a warning look. Connor just shrugged it off.
TIME
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
A/N: Okay, so I mention Christmas in this. I can't help it! It's my most favorite holiday of the year. And it's not just the presents. Oh, and no one should complain that Angel should hate Christmas (you know. Because of Jesus' cross and vampires hate crosses) or anything.
Summary: It's time for Leslie's training to begin. And it's also time for someone to be a showoff.
CHAPTER 3
The hotel looked beautiful when Connor and Leslie got home. There were lights stringed in the windows (the weren't lit, though); reefs hanging on the door, gingerbread houses all over, and most of all a tall Christmas tree loaded down with red and green balls, lights (they weren't lit, either) and many ornaments. Everyone was in the lobby, as well.
"Wow," was all Connor could say.
"Do you like it?" asked Fred.
"I love it," said Leslie. "This is beautiful."
"It's cool," said Connor.
"Are you ready, Leslie?" asked Angel.
"Ready for what?" she asked.
"You forgot? You start training today," said Angel.
"Today? Oh, come on, Angel," Leslie whined. "I need sleep."
"It's three o'clock, kid. Drink some coffee," said Gunn.
"Charles," chided Fred.
"I'm just saying," said Gunn.
"Maybe you should drink some coffee," said Cordelia.
"No. I'll be fine," said Leslie. "What are we doing?"
"Vamp attack," replied Angel. "Lorne's going to come in here and you're going to attempt to stake him."
"Uh, when's he coming in?" asked Leslie.
"That'll ruin the surprise," said Angel.
"Here," said Cordy. She tossed her a wooden stake.
"I am so not made for this," said Leslie.
"Heads up!" yelled Gunn.
Lorne came in (the so called vampire) down a stairway. He was wearing a black silk cape. He was also trying a little too hard.
"Uh, I've come to suck your blood," said Lorne.
Everyone tried to keep from laughing at Lorne's little Count Dracula act.
"Go, Leslie," said Angel.
"Uh, right," said Leslie. She tossed the stake at Lorne. It bounced off his shoulder.
"Ow," he said dryly.
"That wasn't right was it?" Leslie asked.
"Uh, no," said Gunn.
"Leslie, what was that?" asked Angel.
"Sorry," said Leslie.
"I don't get it," said Connor. "When you shot that PEN at Rob it hit him right in the neck."
"Well, I hate Rob," said Leslie. "I don't have a problem with Lorne."
"Aw, thanks baby cakes," said Lorne.
"Um, Leslie, I'm guessing that you are one of those girls with a big heart," said Gunn, putting his arm around her.
"Well, I guess so," said Leslie.
"Well, get over it!" snapped Gunn. "You're living in a new world, kid."
"Charles, stop it," said Fred.
"I really hate to say it but Gunn is right. You have to be a little less on the nice side, Leslie," said Angel.
"I'll attempt that," said Leslie.
"Let's try something new. How about target practice?" suggested Cordy.
"I can show this one," said Connor. He went into the weapon cabinet and pulled out a crossbow.
"Show it, Connor. Aim the arrow at that painting on the wall," said Cordy.
"Hey, I love that painting," said Fred.
"I know," said Cordy. "But I hate it."
"All right," said Leslie, as Connor handed her the crossbow. "I'm, uh, ready."
"Okay, aim," said Cordy.
Leslie shot out the arrow. It landed next to the painting. Not into it. Leslie let out an angered sigh. How could she have missed that?
"Let a pro show you the right stuff," said Connor.
"Wait a second," said Angel.
His son took a crossbow for himself and jumped to the desk. He smirked at Leslie and shot the arrow with looking. It shot to the lowest part of the painting. But it was not in the middle.
"Whoa," said Leslie unenthusiastically.
"Connor," admonished Angel. "Stop goofing off!"
"I wasn't goofing," said Connor rudely. "I was just showing off MY skills."
"Uh, maybe we should move to something else," said Leslie. "Or call it a wrap. I have homework and stuff." She was just trying to avoid a father and son fight.
"Fine," Angel agreed, shooting Connor a warning look. Connor just shrugged it off.