I said I'd get this all finished in two weeks didn't I? Oops, don't think I
can manage that now but this should still get finished within two or three
days, only a little bit late. The four days last week when I couldn't post
anything made me so mad I couldn't write properly so I got all off
schedule. Thank you all for continuing to review despite my tardiness; it
is much appreciated.
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For such an unusually large crew of eleven they left the Hyperion surprisingly quietly and began walking up the street towards the lair of the Quaazberoon demons.
"The impudence of it." Wesley was heard to mutter to Giles as they straggled to a stop barely a thousand yards away from the Hyperion.
"Yes, quite." Grumbled Giles in hearty agreement.
"Well, this should be it." Angel murmured. "Best of luck everyone, I'll see you all later." He shook hands with Gunn, hugged Cordelia and Fred together before turning to Wes to shake hands and slap him on the back. Then he walked to the nearby fire escape and began climbing. Buffy grabbed all her friends in hasty embraces and speedily followed Angel.
The rest of the two gangs began walking again for a few more yards until they reached a large set of double doors. "Here goes nothing," muttered Xander clutching his pole firmly.
Gunn nodded as he juggled his axe from hand to hand, "Makes you wonder why you put yourself through it."
Xander grinned, "The chicks dig it."
"Quiet please." Grumbled two British voices.
Willow clutched Oz's hand and smiled reassuringly at a terrified looking Cordelia. She was Doyle's girlfriend Buffy had filled her in on the short walk. The girl reminded her strongly of the gorgeous, popular cheerleader types she had been victimised by at High school but Willow generously leant forward to whisper, "If Angel is half as good as Buffy they'll have Doyle free in no time. I've seen her pull off some totally amazing stuff over the years."
Cordelia grimaced, "Thanks, I'm sure it'll be okay, I just want this over now. All this plotting and hanging around is making me sick."
"Actually that would probably be the stinky bundle," cracked Xander making her smile slightly. Before he subsided under the icy glares shot at him by Wesley and Giles. "Why do I get shushed and nobody else?" he grumped to Anya who stood beside him.
She shrugged and kissed him, "You can be loud later with me because I would like to be loud later with you." She offered enticingly as she snuggled against him.
Xander glared at Gunn as he chuckled at Anya's forthright statement. "Like I said, the chicks dig it."
For a while the group lapsed into silence until Wesley spoke.
"It's time," he said softly and the jokes and handholding were abandoned in favour of concentration and tight grips on weaponry.
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For such an unusually large crew of eleven they left the Hyperion surprisingly quietly and began walking up the street towards the lair of the Quaazberoon demons.
"The impudence of it." Wesley was heard to mutter to Giles as they straggled to a stop barely a thousand yards away from the Hyperion.
"Yes, quite." Grumbled Giles in hearty agreement.
"Well, this should be it." Angel murmured. "Best of luck everyone, I'll see you all later." He shook hands with Gunn, hugged Cordelia and Fred together before turning to Wes to shake hands and slap him on the back. Then he walked to the nearby fire escape and began climbing. Buffy grabbed all her friends in hasty embraces and speedily followed Angel.
The rest of the two gangs began walking again for a few more yards until they reached a large set of double doors. "Here goes nothing," muttered Xander clutching his pole firmly.
Gunn nodded as he juggled his axe from hand to hand, "Makes you wonder why you put yourself through it."
Xander grinned, "The chicks dig it."
"Quiet please." Grumbled two British voices.
Willow clutched Oz's hand and smiled reassuringly at a terrified looking Cordelia. She was Doyle's girlfriend Buffy had filled her in on the short walk. The girl reminded her strongly of the gorgeous, popular cheerleader types she had been victimised by at High school but Willow generously leant forward to whisper, "If Angel is half as good as Buffy they'll have Doyle free in no time. I've seen her pull off some totally amazing stuff over the years."
Cordelia grimaced, "Thanks, I'm sure it'll be okay, I just want this over now. All this plotting and hanging around is making me sick."
"Actually that would probably be the stinky bundle," cracked Xander making her smile slightly. Before he subsided under the icy glares shot at him by Wesley and Giles. "Why do I get shushed and nobody else?" he grumped to Anya who stood beside him.
She shrugged and kissed him, "You can be loud later with me because I would like to be loud later with you." She offered enticingly as she snuggled against him.
Xander glared at Gunn as he chuckled at Anya's forthright statement. "Like I said, the chicks dig it."
For a while the group lapsed into silence until Wesley spoke.
"It's time," he said softly and the jokes and handholding were abandoned in favour of concentration and tight grips on weaponry.
