DAY
DREAM
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: Leslie has gone from dreaming to daydreaming. But she can control that, can't she?
CHAPTER 4
"These are beautiful," said Fred, adding on some golden balls to the big Christmas tree.
It was later that night. Fred, Angel, Gunn, Lorne, and Cordelia were all in the living room at eight o'clock.
"It looks even more beautiful with you near it," said Gunn, putting his arm around Fred. They began to kiss.
"Get a room," said Lorne.
Gunn stopped kissing. "Don't be jealous, green man."
"What's up with Connor?' asked Cordy.
"What do you mean?" asked Angel.
"Since when does he kid around during training?" said Cordy.
"He was just being seventeen," said Fred.
"All guys get like that around a gorgeous female," said Gunn.
"ALL guys?" said Cordy, putting her arms around Angel's neck.
"All of us," said Angel. They, too, went into a lip lock.
"I think I speak for everyone when I say, EW, EW, EW," said Lorne.
"What'd you get for problem five?" asked Connor. He and Leslie were doing math homework in the hotel living room. "Uh, Leslie."
Leslie was busy in her own world. She had a hazy look on her face. "Mom," Leslie called in her daydream. "Are you here? Mom!"
"No, but I am!" someone yelled.
Leslie turned behind her to see her father. "Dad!"
"That's right," he said. "And I've come here to ruin what's left of your life."
"You're not really here," Leslie told herself.
"The only person who isn't really here is your mother. That old bat is gone. And I couldn't be happier. Now I have you to get rid of," said her father.
"No. Get away from me," said Leslie.
"I can never get away from you. I'm stuck in you. I'm a part of you. And the only thing I wish is for you to join your wretched mother."
"Leslie!" yelled Connor.
"Whoa," gasped Leslie, coming out of the daydream.
"Leslie, are you all right?" asked Connor.
"I'm fine. What were you saying, Connor?" Leslie asked.
"Hey, kids," said Fred, walking in. They looked up. "Come see this."
Fred led the way into the lobby. The lights were very dimmed and Gunn was near the lights switch. "What's going on?" asked Connor.
"Look," said Gunn. He plugged in the lights. All of the lights in the windows, on the tree, and on the tree's star lit up. The lights in the windows were colorful and the ones on the tree and star were clear twinkles.
"Oh, this is gorgeous!" exclaimed Leslie.
"What do you think, Connor?" asked Angel.
"It's great, Dad. This is really cool," said Connor, who as pretty speechless.
DREAM
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: Leslie has gone from dreaming to daydreaming. But she can control that, can't she?
CHAPTER 4
"These are beautiful," said Fred, adding on some golden balls to the big Christmas tree.
It was later that night. Fred, Angel, Gunn, Lorne, and Cordelia were all in the living room at eight o'clock.
"It looks even more beautiful with you near it," said Gunn, putting his arm around Fred. They began to kiss.
"Get a room," said Lorne.
Gunn stopped kissing. "Don't be jealous, green man."
"What's up with Connor?' asked Cordy.
"What do you mean?" asked Angel.
"Since when does he kid around during training?" said Cordy.
"He was just being seventeen," said Fred.
"All guys get like that around a gorgeous female," said Gunn.
"ALL guys?" said Cordy, putting her arms around Angel's neck.
"All of us," said Angel. They, too, went into a lip lock.
"I think I speak for everyone when I say, EW, EW, EW," said Lorne.
"What'd you get for problem five?" asked Connor. He and Leslie were doing math homework in the hotel living room. "Uh, Leslie."
Leslie was busy in her own world. She had a hazy look on her face. "Mom," Leslie called in her daydream. "Are you here? Mom!"
"No, but I am!" someone yelled.
Leslie turned behind her to see her father. "Dad!"
"That's right," he said. "And I've come here to ruin what's left of your life."
"You're not really here," Leslie told herself.
"The only person who isn't really here is your mother. That old bat is gone. And I couldn't be happier. Now I have you to get rid of," said her father.
"No. Get away from me," said Leslie.
"I can never get away from you. I'm stuck in you. I'm a part of you. And the only thing I wish is for you to join your wretched mother."
"Leslie!" yelled Connor.
"Whoa," gasped Leslie, coming out of the daydream.
"Leslie, are you all right?" asked Connor.
"I'm fine. What were you saying, Connor?" Leslie asked.
"Hey, kids," said Fred, walking in. They looked up. "Come see this."
Fred led the way into the lobby. The lights were very dimmed and Gunn was near the lights switch. "What's going on?" asked Connor.
"Look," said Gunn. He plugged in the lights. All of the lights in the windows, on the tree, and on the tree's star lit up. The lights in the windows were colorful and the ones on the tree and star were clear twinkles.
"Oh, this is gorgeous!" exclaimed Leslie.
"What do you think, Connor?" asked Angel.
"It's great, Dad. This is really cool," said Connor, who as pretty speechless.