*I know that I could probably just wait for the season premier of
Angel and see how it all turns out, but where's the fun it that. Besides,
this way works out better with my future story line.
"Angel Investigations, How may I help you?" Fred's accented voice asked as she answered the phone in her office. "How many were there?" She asked of the person on the phone as she started to take notes. "Well, let me see. No we can't get there this week. I'm sorry. No, we're just busy this week."
Gunn entered the lobby hefting an ax on his shoulder; the weapon's blade was covered in green goo. "Fred?"
"In here," she answered hanging up. "How did the Kapplar slaying go?" She stood and gave the tall man a hug.
"Routine," He said confidently, but his wince at her hug told a different story.
"What's wrong?" She looked at his pained face and sighed, gently lifting up his shirt and scowling at the cut that was bleeding sluggishly. "I'll fix you up," she said getting the first aid kit from off her cluttered desk.
"It's just a scratch."
She rolled her eyes at him as she started to dab the cut with alcohol. He flinched but said nothing about the pain. "We're totally booked fore the rest of the week, and most of next."
"So much for our vacation."
Fred began to bandage the wound. "I don't know how much longer we can keep this up." she said. "This is your third injury in two weeks! That leg wound from the vamp attack really should have had stitches."
"Scars make me manlier." Gunn joked, "Besides what are we supposed to do? Stop fighting?
"No, not stop, slow down maybe." finished with his cut she pulled his shirt back down. "Maybe we should put more of an effort into finding Angel and Cordelia." They walked into the lobby.
"Not to mention Gru and."
"Connor." Finished Fred as she came face to face with the youth that was standing in the doorway. * Thanks to those people who have reviewed.
"Angel Investigations, How may I help you?" Fred's accented voice asked as she answered the phone in her office. "How many were there?" She asked of the person on the phone as she started to take notes. "Well, let me see. No we can't get there this week. I'm sorry. No, we're just busy this week."
Gunn entered the lobby hefting an ax on his shoulder; the weapon's blade was covered in green goo. "Fred?"
"In here," she answered hanging up. "How did the Kapplar slaying go?" She stood and gave the tall man a hug.
"Routine," He said confidently, but his wince at her hug told a different story.
"What's wrong?" She looked at his pained face and sighed, gently lifting up his shirt and scowling at the cut that was bleeding sluggishly. "I'll fix you up," she said getting the first aid kit from off her cluttered desk.
"It's just a scratch."
She rolled her eyes at him as she started to dab the cut with alcohol. He flinched but said nothing about the pain. "We're totally booked fore the rest of the week, and most of next."
"So much for our vacation."
Fred began to bandage the wound. "I don't know how much longer we can keep this up." she said. "This is your third injury in two weeks! That leg wound from the vamp attack really should have had stitches."
"Scars make me manlier." Gunn joked, "Besides what are we supposed to do? Stop fighting?
"No, not stop, slow down maybe." finished with his cut she pulled his shirt back down. "Maybe we should put more of an effort into finding Angel and Cordelia." They walked into the lobby.
"Not to mention Gru and."
"Connor." Finished Fred as she came face to face with the youth that was standing in the doorway. * Thanks to those people who have reviewed.