Time for another installment! Wahoo! Sing with me! Or not. My singing is
almost as bad as my dancing ;D Anyhow, down to business. For a moment, I
was tempted to attack LOTR but I think you'll like what I've chosen to do
instead. ^^
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Cordy eagerly watched as the cable man installed the last cable hookup in the hotel. She couldn't wait. Now, she could work and keep up with her daily soaps.
"All done," the man said as he stood and gathered his tools.
"Thank you very much. We'll send money later. Ta ta!" With that, she kicked the man out and returned to her ^new^ TV in the office. "Alas, soap opera goodness."
"It's good to see that you spend our money well," Wesley said rather coldly as he walked out of his office. "Does Angel know about this?"
"Yes, in fact, he does. He urged me to get cable. So, I don't see what the problem is."
"Indeed." Wesley shook his head and looked at the clock. "Do you happen to know when Angel said he'd return?"
Cordy looked up at Wesley and replied in the same cold tone he used on her. "No, I don't recall."
"Very well, when he comes in tell him I've found some useful information on that new Gehrafadal demon we've been tracking."
"Will do."
Wesley returned to his office but didn't stay long, Angel walked into the hotel shortly after, followed by Gunn and Fred.
"Cordy? Have you seen Wes?" Angel asked.
Not looking, she replied. "He's in his office but," she looked up; commercial, "watch out, he's a real grump, oh my god! What happened?" The rather large wound Gunn had acquired while they were away brought upon her surprise. She jumped out of her chair and joined Fred and Gunn on the sombrero-looking couch. "Are you okay? Do you need to go to a doctor?"
"Wesley?" Angel repeated.
"In his office."
"Thank you."
Wesley walked out just as Angel began to go in.
"Angel."
"Wesley."
"I have some valuable information on the Gehrafadal demon."
"Yeah, so do we."
An hour and some bandages later, the gang found themselves in a room that I like to call, the 'what's up room.'
"So, the demon has retractable claws?" Cordy asked while looking at a picture.
"Yes," Wesley replied while pointing to the diagram he'd drawn on the chalkboard.
"He doesn't keep them retracted," Gunn replied in a disgruntled tone.
"It'll be okay. We just need to de-claw it. It might be kind of grumpy afterwards, though. My cat Mr. Fluffy was after we de-clawed him."
Gunn smiled. No matter what, Fred could always make him smile.
"Indeed. Now, our objective is to cut off the rear extremity first. It contains the blinding acid. Then, from there, we're to either to go straight for the kill or-"
"Or being the long way around it."
"Yes, Cordellia. As I was saying, or we are to take off the other appendages."
"Sounds gruesome," Fred declared with her Texas accent. [AN- I love her accent ^^]
"But fun," Angel added sarcastically.well, sarcastic to Angel.
"I assure you, Angel, this will not be fun. This demon is dangerous. We need to slay it soon."
"Exactly. The sooner we slay the sooner we will get our pay."
"That was clever, Cordy," Angel said with a slight smile.
"Why thank you."
Wesley frowned. They weren't taking him seriously. "You do realize the importance of us slaying this demon, right?"
"Of course we do, Wes," Angel replied. "We're just trying to make light of the situation."
"Indeed." Wesley paused and then shut the book. "We should kill this thing tonight. The sooner the better."
"Don't worry about it, Wes. We'll get it," Angel assured his British friend.
"Of course you will."
Later that night, minus Wes, the gang trudges down the sewer.
"Anyone else notice a not so nice Wesley?" Cordy asked as she grimaced.
"Don't worry about it, Cordy," Angel said steadily looking forward for their stopping point. "Wesley is just -"
"A pansy?" Gunn chimed in.
Fred giggled and then playfully smacked him. "Charles, that's not nice."
"I know. That's why I said it."
"C'mon guys," Angel said. "Just focus on the demon with the-" He paused as the demon jumped out a couple yards ahead. "That one."
Later at the Hotel, the gang meets in the 'what's up' room.
"So the demon has been slain?" Wesley said looking up from the yellow file.
"Retractable claws and all," Fred announced proudly.
"Very good." He dropped the folder into a pile on the corner of his desk, then folded his hands and looked at Angel. "On to the next order of business. Angel?"
"Yessir."
"Have you been attending your classes?"
Angel looked away and sighed.
"Angel, it is imperative that you attend your classes to get over these absurd fixations of yours. You need to-"
"I know."
"I'll take him from now on," Cordy announced and then looked at Angel. "Apparently you've been lying. Baaad boy." She smiled and poked his shoulder playfully. "Is there a meeting tonight?"
Angel nodded.
"Alright. I'll cancel my plans."
"Well, that's all. You can all leave now," said Wesley.
They all got up and left. As Cordy left, Wesley grabbed her arm.
"Please tell me there is a legitimate reason for you grabbing my arm like that."
"There is. Please, take a seat."
After giving Wes a suspicious look, she took a seat as he shut the door.
"What is it?"
"I have suspicions."
"On?"
"Angel. I don't think he's keeping true to the contract."
"You think he has some new fetish?"
"Precisely."
"Serious? I haven't noticed anything."
"Well, you don't spend quite as much time in here as I do."
"This is true. I have more of a life than you do."
Wesley smirked. "I just thought I'd bring it to your attention."
"Thank you. I will keep it in mind."
"Good."
That night at Angel's self-help meeting, Cordy leaves the room for a soda before the meeting. Angel talks with an eight year old.
"So, you like Harry Potter, huh?" Angel asked.
"What's it to you?"
[AN - Just take a moment to imagine Angel in a room with a dozen 8 year olds. Okay, now keep reading.]
Angel backed away. "Nothing. I was just wondering."
There was a short silence between the two. The kid spoke up. "You watch DBZ?"
Angel nodded and the kid nodded to another kid two seats over.
The three of them all stood and walked to the back of the room.
"Did you bring my stuff?" Angel asked.
"I'm a boy of my word."
"Does J have it?"
The kid nodded and "J" handed Angel a folded piece of paper.
"Nice doing business with you," Angel said.
The kid cleared his throat.
"Oh, right." Angel reached into his pocket and handed the kids some candy. "Thanks."
They all returned to their seats and a woman who looked way to happy to be human stood up in front of the group.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Today we're going to explore just why we find pleasure in these silly little things."
All the kids sighed; Angel slipped the paper into his pocket.
"You're up early," Cordy said as she noticed Angel walking into the lobby. "Well, early for you that is."
Angel looked up, half startled. "Oh, yeah. I uh, just decided to get a head start on things today." He paused. "You know what? Why don't you take a break? I'll take over the desk."
She eyed him apprehensively. "Angel?"
"Yes?" He grabbed a stack of papers on the desk and walked around to the filing cabinets.
"Alright.I'm going to go out for something to eat." She stood up, still giving him a wary look. "I'll be back soon."
"Okay."
"M'kay. Tell Wesley I have some information on the new case if you see him, alright?"
"Sure thing."
Grabbing her keys she walked around the desk. "See you soon."
"Okay."
Cordy left looking over her shoulder.
As soon as Cordy exited the building, Angel dropped the papers and turned on the television. He flipped it on to Cartoon Network and leaned back into the seat. Sighing in pleasure, he began to watch the beginning of the marathon.
A few weeks passed as this continued. Wesley called Cordy into his office.
"Have you found anything out yet?"
"No, all I know," she started, "is that he watches the TV everyday from four to five, he's on the computer all the time, people are complaining that they can't get thru on the phone, and all of our printing paper has disappeared."
"Interesting."
"I'll say. I wonder what he's doing."
"I'm sure we'll know soon."
Angel entered the lobby swinging a sword.
"Watch it, Angel. You'll hurt someone with that thing," Gunn said as he and Fred cuddled on the sombrero shaped couch.
"Don't worry, I am a great swordsman."
"You won't be saying that when someone's arm's missing."
"Depends on whose arm it is."
Gunn nodded in approval and returned his attention to Fred.
"Alright, people. We have a case!" Cordy announced proudly as she hung up the phone.
Everyone gave a little cheer.
"There is a poor old woman whose house has been infested with a Hadshnad demon. We are going to help her out."
"A Hadshnad demon?" Wes inquired. "Those were said to have the ability to send waves of energy from their bodies."
"Neat." Cordy said as she looked over the file she just created. "Something new will make it fun."
"So we going tonight?" Gunn asked looking up.
"Sure, I don't see why not. We should help this woman out as soon as possible," Angel responded.
"I'm game," Cordy added.
"Tonight it is, then."
"Angel!" Gunn called up the stairs. "Angel hurry up! What are you-" He stopped and looked to Cordy and Wes. "Are you sure there is nothing he's suddenly found himself obsessed with?"
"I'm having doubts."
"Indeed."
"Who's going to check?" Gunn said now looking up the staircase.
"I'll go," volunteered Fred. "I haven't yet. I guess it's my turn."
They wished her luck and she started climbing the stairs. Just as she got half way, her eyes widened and she started laughing so hard she fell down. Angel appeared at the top wearing a bright orange jump suit with a blue undershirt. It had a large "A" on the back. His hair was dyed yellow and was spiked. Everyone couldn't help but laugh their asses off at the display. Angel looked at all of them, put his hands on his hips and announced loudly that he was, in fact, a super saiyan.
As soon as he noticed the hysteria he had created, Angel frowned. "Whaaaat?"
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The End. ^_^ Hope it was funny. I know that this one was more like a regular story than the others but I wanted a bit of a plot. Anywho, post a review ^_^ I love hearing from you guys.
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Cordy eagerly watched as the cable man installed the last cable hookup in the hotel. She couldn't wait. Now, she could work and keep up with her daily soaps.
"All done," the man said as he stood and gathered his tools.
"Thank you very much. We'll send money later. Ta ta!" With that, she kicked the man out and returned to her ^new^ TV in the office. "Alas, soap opera goodness."
"It's good to see that you spend our money well," Wesley said rather coldly as he walked out of his office. "Does Angel know about this?"
"Yes, in fact, he does. He urged me to get cable. So, I don't see what the problem is."
"Indeed." Wesley shook his head and looked at the clock. "Do you happen to know when Angel said he'd return?"
Cordy looked up at Wesley and replied in the same cold tone he used on her. "No, I don't recall."
"Very well, when he comes in tell him I've found some useful information on that new Gehrafadal demon we've been tracking."
"Will do."
Wesley returned to his office but didn't stay long, Angel walked into the hotel shortly after, followed by Gunn and Fred.
"Cordy? Have you seen Wes?" Angel asked.
Not looking, she replied. "He's in his office but," she looked up; commercial, "watch out, he's a real grump, oh my god! What happened?" The rather large wound Gunn had acquired while they were away brought upon her surprise. She jumped out of her chair and joined Fred and Gunn on the sombrero-looking couch. "Are you okay? Do you need to go to a doctor?"
"Wesley?" Angel repeated.
"In his office."
"Thank you."
Wesley walked out just as Angel began to go in.
"Angel."
"Wesley."
"I have some valuable information on the Gehrafadal demon."
"Yeah, so do we."
An hour and some bandages later, the gang found themselves in a room that I like to call, the 'what's up room.'
"So, the demon has retractable claws?" Cordy asked while looking at a picture.
"Yes," Wesley replied while pointing to the diagram he'd drawn on the chalkboard.
"He doesn't keep them retracted," Gunn replied in a disgruntled tone.
"It'll be okay. We just need to de-claw it. It might be kind of grumpy afterwards, though. My cat Mr. Fluffy was after we de-clawed him."
Gunn smiled. No matter what, Fred could always make him smile.
"Indeed. Now, our objective is to cut off the rear extremity first. It contains the blinding acid. Then, from there, we're to either to go straight for the kill or-"
"Or being the long way around it."
"Yes, Cordellia. As I was saying, or we are to take off the other appendages."
"Sounds gruesome," Fred declared with her Texas accent. [AN- I love her accent ^^]
"But fun," Angel added sarcastically.well, sarcastic to Angel.
"I assure you, Angel, this will not be fun. This demon is dangerous. We need to slay it soon."
"Exactly. The sooner we slay the sooner we will get our pay."
"That was clever, Cordy," Angel said with a slight smile.
"Why thank you."
Wesley frowned. They weren't taking him seriously. "You do realize the importance of us slaying this demon, right?"
"Of course we do, Wes," Angel replied. "We're just trying to make light of the situation."
"Indeed." Wesley paused and then shut the book. "We should kill this thing tonight. The sooner the better."
"Don't worry about it, Wes. We'll get it," Angel assured his British friend.
"Of course you will."
Later that night, minus Wes, the gang trudges down the sewer.
"Anyone else notice a not so nice Wesley?" Cordy asked as she grimaced.
"Don't worry about it, Cordy," Angel said steadily looking forward for their stopping point. "Wesley is just -"
"A pansy?" Gunn chimed in.
Fred giggled and then playfully smacked him. "Charles, that's not nice."
"I know. That's why I said it."
"C'mon guys," Angel said. "Just focus on the demon with the-" He paused as the demon jumped out a couple yards ahead. "That one."
Later at the Hotel, the gang meets in the 'what's up' room.
"So the demon has been slain?" Wesley said looking up from the yellow file.
"Retractable claws and all," Fred announced proudly.
"Very good." He dropped the folder into a pile on the corner of his desk, then folded his hands and looked at Angel. "On to the next order of business. Angel?"
"Yessir."
"Have you been attending your classes?"
Angel looked away and sighed.
"Angel, it is imperative that you attend your classes to get over these absurd fixations of yours. You need to-"
"I know."
"I'll take him from now on," Cordy announced and then looked at Angel. "Apparently you've been lying. Baaad boy." She smiled and poked his shoulder playfully. "Is there a meeting tonight?"
Angel nodded.
"Alright. I'll cancel my plans."
"Well, that's all. You can all leave now," said Wesley.
They all got up and left. As Cordy left, Wesley grabbed her arm.
"Please tell me there is a legitimate reason for you grabbing my arm like that."
"There is. Please, take a seat."
After giving Wes a suspicious look, she took a seat as he shut the door.
"What is it?"
"I have suspicions."
"On?"
"Angel. I don't think he's keeping true to the contract."
"You think he has some new fetish?"
"Precisely."
"Serious? I haven't noticed anything."
"Well, you don't spend quite as much time in here as I do."
"This is true. I have more of a life than you do."
Wesley smirked. "I just thought I'd bring it to your attention."
"Thank you. I will keep it in mind."
"Good."
That night at Angel's self-help meeting, Cordy leaves the room for a soda before the meeting. Angel talks with an eight year old.
"So, you like Harry Potter, huh?" Angel asked.
"What's it to you?"
[AN - Just take a moment to imagine Angel in a room with a dozen 8 year olds. Okay, now keep reading.]
Angel backed away. "Nothing. I was just wondering."
There was a short silence between the two. The kid spoke up. "You watch DBZ?"
Angel nodded and the kid nodded to another kid two seats over.
The three of them all stood and walked to the back of the room.
"Did you bring my stuff?" Angel asked.
"I'm a boy of my word."
"Does J have it?"
The kid nodded and "J" handed Angel a folded piece of paper.
"Nice doing business with you," Angel said.
The kid cleared his throat.
"Oh, right." Angel reached into his pocket and handed the kids some candy. "Thanks."
They all returned to their seats and a woman who looked way to happy to be human stood up in front of the group.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Today we're going to explore just why we find pleasure in these silly little things."
All the kids sighed; Angel slipped the paper into his pocket.
"You're up early," Cordy said as she noticed Angel walking into the lobby. "Well, early for you that is."
Angel looked up, half startled. "Oh, yeah. I uh, just decided to get a head start on things today." He paused. "You know what? Why don't you take a break? I'll take over the desk."
She eyed him apprehensively. "Angel?"
"Yes?" He grabbed a stack of papers on the desk and walked around to the filing cabinets.
"Alright.I'm going to go out for something to eat." She stood up, still giving him a wary look. "I'll be back soon."
"Okay."
"M'kay. Tell Wesley I have some information on the new case if you see him, alright?"
"Sure thing."
Grabbing her keys she walked around the desk. "See you soon."
"Okay."
Cordy left looking over her shoulder.
As soon as Cordy exited the building, Angel dropped the papers and turned on the television. He flipped it on to Cartoon Network and leaned back into the seat. Sighing in pleasure, he began to watch the beginning of the marathon.
A few weeks passed as this continued. Wesley called Cordy into his office.
"Have you found anything out yet?"
"No, all I know," she started, "is that he watches the TV everyday from four to five, he's on the computer all the time, people are complaining that they can't get thru on the phone, and all of our printing paper has disappeared."
"Interesting."
"I'll say. I wonder what he's doing."
"I'm sure we'll know soon."
Angel entered the lobby swinging a sword.
"Watch it, Angel. You'll hurt someone with that thing," Gunn said as he and Fred cuddled on the sombrero shaped couch.
"Don't worry, I am a great swordsman."
"You won't be saying that when someone's arm's missing."
"Depends on whose arm it is."
Gunn nodded in approval and returned his attention to Fred.
"Alright, people. We have a case!" Cordy announced proudly as she hung up the phone.
Everyone gave a little cheer.
"There is a poor old woman whose house has been infested with a Hadshnad demon. We are going to help her out."
"A Hadshnad demon?" Wes inquired. "Those were said to have the ability to send waves of energy from their bodies."
"Neat." Cordy said as she looked over the file she just created. "Something new will make it fun."
"So we going tonight?" Gunn asked looking up.
"Sure, I don't see why not. We should help this woman out as soon as possible," Angel responded.
"I'm game," Cordy added.
"Tonight it is, then."
"Angel!" Gunn called up the stairs. "Angel hurry up! What are you-" He stopped and looked to Cordy and Wes. "Are you sure there is nothing he's suddenly found himself obsessed with?"
"I'm having doubts."
"Indeed."
"Who's going to check?" Gunn said now looking up the staircase.
"I'll go," volunteered Fred. "I haven't yet. I guess it's my turn."
They wished her luck and she started climbing the stairs. Just as she got half way, her eyes widened and she started laughing so hard she fell down. Angel appeared at the top wearing a bright orange jump suit with a blue undershirt. It had a large "A" on the back. His hair was dyed yellow and was spiked. Everyone couldn't help but laugh their asses off at the display. Angel looked at all of them, put his hands on his hips and announced loudly that he was, in fact, a super saiyan.
As soon as he noticed the hysteria he had created, Angel frowned. "Whaaaat?"
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The End. ^_^ Hope it was funny. I know that this one was more like a regular story than the others but I wanted a bit of a plot. Anywho, post a review ^_^ I love hearing from you guys.
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