::peaks out from behind barricade:: I surrender! I serrender! I finally
wrote ch.3 don't shoot! I'm sorry this took forever folks but I wanted to
finish Always and it seems I don't work well unless under pressure so
summer wasn't good for me. I've finally gotten off the lazy horse after
buying school stuff today and and am preparing to START buckling down for
school.but until then .let's enjoy this little fic shall we?
Disclaimer: I do not own...though I wish I did.anyone wanna buy them for mi b-day next week? AUGUST 21 WOOT!
Dedication: To all of you that have waited so very patiently.
And don't worry...Angel and Willow is pure friendship in this fic.
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Chapter 3: Red-headed Saviors
Once Angel stepped off the plane and into New York he realized just how very out of his league he was. He wished that the girl had just run away in California. California he knew very well, even Las Vegas, but New York he wasn't as familiar with. He'd been here a few times helping solve a few cases but that was with the NYPD Blue for help. He had just done most of the solving the murder case and didn't have to track anyone down.
~Oh, Well...Better start somewhere.~ He picked up his bags from the terminal and caught a cab down to a Sheraton in the middle of the city and checked in to a small room. Once he was all set he decided to go out into the city and ask around if anyone had seen her.
Fourty-Five minutes later Angel realized exactly how helpful the citizens of New York were going to be. Absolutely none. Every time he went up to someone to ask about her and show them her picture he was either told to 'Get away fast' in much less polite terms or pointedly ignored. He was pretty frustrated and it was way past lunch time so Angel decided to go for an early dinner.
His feet took him to a little café that was in the less shadier parts of town. Nothing special but perfect for what he was hoping for. He seated himself at a miracously empty table and waited until the waitress took note of him. A pretty-but slightly mousy red-headed girl came to his aid.
"What can I get for ya'?" She spoke in a heavy brooklyn accent which surprised Angel for some reason. She just didn't seem the type to have an accent like that. He shook it off though and smiled quickly at the waitress before speaking.
"I would like a BLT please..and a coffee, black, two sugars." The waitress took that down and looked at Angel once again as if examining him. She kept on looking and Angel started to become uncomftorable. She finally gave a warm smile to him.
"You're not from around here are ya'?" Angel shook his head slightly bitterly.
"What tipped you off? The fact that I don't have an accent? Or the fact that I'm completely lost?" The waitress chuckled.
"The accent mostly but you do have the air of someone who has no clue about anything here. Oh yeah, plus the fact that you were polite, which is a rare occurance around here." Angel chuckled.
"I've noticed." The waitress looked at him again as if criticizing him.
"The only thing is you don't have an air of a tourist. I can tell these things." Angel nodded at her.
"Actually I'm a P.I. and I'm looking for someone, but the city has been..less then helpful." Willow grinned.
"That's New York for ya'. Lemme' just put your order in an' then I'll be right back. The other waitresses can handle the other tables." She walked away and then came back quickly, suprisingly both with the sandwhich and his coffee. At Angel's surprised look she laughed.
"Oh, don't look so surprised. It's not that hard to make a BLT quickly and the coffee was quick enough." Angel gratefully took his dinner, indicated that the waitress should take the seat across from him, and scarfed down his food. The waitress looked on amused until he had finished.
"Hungry?" Angel laughed.
"Just a bit. Oh, by the way. What's your name?" The waitress pointed to her name tag but then realized it wasn't there. She grinned sheepishly before answering.
"Willow Rosenberg." Angel took the offered hand and shook it.
"Angel O'Conner. Pleasure to meet you Willow."
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Yes, yes. I know. How evil of me to stop there, but I need to contemplate if I should outright say where Buffy is and have Angel meet her soon and have him take long trying to convince her to come home. The other option is to have Angel decide that he should approach her cautiously because he's afraid that she'll run. You decide! I appologise again for the lateness and hope that you will not kill me..~Crystal Saffron
Disclaimer: I do not own...though I wish I did.anyone wanna buy them for mi b-day next week? AUGUST 21 WOOT!
Dedication: To all of you that have waited so very patiently.
And don't worry...Angel and Willow is pure friendship in this fic.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 3: Red-headed Saviors
Once Angel stepped off the plane and into New York he realized just how very out of his league he was. He wished that the girl had just run away in California. California he knew very well, even Las Vegas, but New York he wasn't as familiar with. He'd been here a few times helping solve a few cases but that was with the NYPD Blue for help. He had just done most of the solving the murder case and didn't have to track anyone down.
~Oh, Well...Better start somewhere.~ He picked up his bags from the terminal and caught a cab down to a Sheraton in the middle of the city and checked in to a small room. Once he was all set he decided to go out into the city and ask around if anyone had seen her.
Fourty-Five minutes later Angel realized exactly how helpful the citizens of New York were going to be. Absolutely none. Every time he went up to someone to ask about her and show them her picture he was either told to 'Get away fast' in much less polite terms or pointedly ignored. He was pretty frustrated and it was way past lunch time so Angel decided to go for an early dinner.
His feet took him to a little café that was in the less shadier parts of town. Nothing special but perfect for what he was hoping for. He seated himself at a miracously empty table and waited until the waitress took note of him. A pretty-but slightly mousy red-headed girl came to his aid.
"What can I get for ya'?" She spoke in a heavy brooklyn accent which surprised Angel for some reason. She just didn't seem the type to have an accent like that. He shook it off though and smiled quickly at the waitress before speaking.
"I would like a BLT please..and a coffee, black, two sugars." The waitress took that down and looked at Angel once again as if examining him. She kept on looking and Angel started to become uncomftorable. She finally gave a warm smile to him.
"You're not from around here are ya'?" Angel shook his head slightly bitterly.
"What tipped you off? The fact that I don't have an accent? Or the fact that I'm completely lost?" The waitress chuckled.
"The accent mostly but you do have the air of someone who has no clue about anything here. Oh yeah, plus the fact that you were polite, which is a rare occurance around here." Angel chuckled.
"I've noticed." The waitress looked at him again as if criticizing him.
"The only thing is you don't have an air of a tourist. I can tell these things." Angel nodded at her.
"Actually I'm a P.I. and I'm looking for someone, but the city has been..less then helpful." Willow grinned.
"That's New York for ya'. Lemme' just put your order in an' then I'll be right back. The other waitresses can handle the other tables." She walked away and then came back quickly, suprisingly both with the sandwhich and his coffee. At Angel's surprised look she laughed.
"Oh, don't look so surprised. It's not that hard to make a BLT quickly and the coffee was quick enough." Angel gratefully took his dinner, indicated that the waitress should take the seat across from him, and scarfed down his food. The waitress looked on amused until he had finished.
"Hungry?" Angel laughed.
"Just a bit. Oh, by the way. What's your name?" The waitress pointed to her name tag but then realized it wasn't there. She grinned sheepishly before answering.
"Willow Rosenberg." Angel took the offered hand and shook it.
"Angel O'Conner. Pleasure to meet you Willow."
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Yes, yes. I know. How evil of me to stop there, but I need to contemplate if I should outright say where Buffy is and have Angel meet her soon and have him take long trying to convince her to come home. The other option is to have Angel decide that he should approach her cautiously because he's afraid that she'll run. You decide! I appologise again for the lateness and hope that you will not kill me..~Crystal Saffron