WISH
NOTE: I own none of these Angel characters but I love the show.
A/N: I know what you're thinking. Ivorycat, where the heck have you been? That about it? I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. That was wrong of me. Plus I got bored with this. Luckily inspiration just hit so yay!
CHAPTER 3
Angel sat in his office later that day going over some paperwork. That afternoon seemed to drag on forever and had been exceptionally boring, no real activity going on. Angel put down his pen for a minute before glancing around the room. He pulled out the bottom drawer of his desk and took out a box of Little Debbie chocolate cupcakes and quickly devoured one whole. As he was about to gulp down another his secretary, Diane Shavers, popped into his office, completely unannounced, as usual. Angel quickly shoved his box of treats back into the drawer, shutting it.
"Yes?" he asked her nonchalantly.
"New client was on the phone," she told him, a notebook in her hand.
"Really?" Angel nearly exclaimed far too enthusiastically. "I mean..." He cleared his throat. "Oh, really?"
Diana gave him a soft smile. "Relax, boss. It's been a dull day for everyone." Angel returned the smile as she sat the notebook down on his desk. "His name is John Carter. All of his info is in there," she said, gesturing towards the notebook.
Angel nodded and picked up the book, reading over the information.
Fred, in her own office, was as bored as Angel. She played with colorful paper clips that were scattered over her desk, pretending they were little multicolored villagers and that her desk was their town. Fred sighed, sitting down her villagers and reached for her phone to buzz Gunn.
"Charles," Fred called into the phone. No reply came. "Charles? Charles!"
Gunn, like the others, was also in his office, pacing around. He could hear Fred's voice coming from the phone but ignored it, even though a part of him wanted to answer her calls desperately. Gunn went over to his closet and pulled out a small sword then made his way over to his tall bookcase in the corner closet to his door. He slowly shoved the case aside, revealing that there was a hand print engraved in the wall. Gunn put his hand up against it, the print and his hand fitting just right together.
An area of the wall began to glow blinding bright but only the part of the wall the book case had covered. Gunn watched it happened and stood composedly, as he had done it several times. He stepped right inside the wall then. When he was safely inside the wall turned back to normal.
Gunn found himself in a white room, a room he had been in often. He heard low growling headed his way and held up the sword that he had brought with him. The black jaguar that Gunn was very familiar with approached him slowly but stopped moving abruptly at the sight of Gunn. Both of them stood completely still, staring at the other.
Finally the jaguar made its move and headed in Gunn's direction. The black man still held his sword, ready to attack if the need came. When the jaguar got upon Gunn it just sat and purred as if it were nothing more than a newborn kitten. Gunn slowly knelt down, putting his sword down on the white floor, and reached out to stroke the cat's fur. The jaguar continued to purr and rubbed affectionately against Gunn's gentle hands.
At the end of the day Angel met up with Cordelia, Wesley, Lorne, and Fred who were all downstairs. The sun was setting, much to Angel's relief. He had a sleeping Connor in his arms, rocking him a little.
"So how was the day for you guys?" Angel asked his friends.
Cordelia replied, "Lame."
Wesley agreed, "What she said."
Fred shrugged and said, "Pretty much a bore fest."
"All of the above with a cherry on top," Lorne concluded.
"Ditto that," Angel said as they began to walk together, heading in the direction of a cafe that they often went to together. "But we did get a new client."
"Lucky us," Cordelia said dryly.
"What are they like?" Wesley asked Angel, not very interested but decided to ask him anyway.
"His name is John Carter," Angel explained, shifting Connor from one arm to the other. "He says his law firm is being haunted or something like that. The guy sounds like a paranormal freak if you ask me."
"Don't those paranormal freaks pay our bills?" Lorne pointed out.
"So true," Fred smiled at the green demon. She glanced around. "Guys, where's Charles?"
Cordelia adjusted her purse over her shoulder. "He's been totally quiet lately. I don't think he's in total social mode."
"Oh." Fred looked glum but knew Cordelia had a point. "Has he talked to any of you?"
"Nope," the three men seemed to reply at once.
"Whatever happened to male bonding?" Cordy asked.
"I believe it's been done to death," said Wesley. "Now it's just highly overrated."
Cordelia rolled her eyes with a tiny smile.
Connor began to stir and fuss a little. Angel shushed him gently and began to rock him more, soon quieting the baby down. Connor rubbed his face in Angel's shirt and went back to sleep. Cordelia smiled brightly at the scene between them.
"He's so cute," she squealed, going into motherly mode.
"One way to put it," Angel said, patting his child's back softly.
The group of five plus baby made their way into their favorite cafe. Lorne had a smile on his face thinking about what it would be like if the cafe owners knew that the green on his face wasn't make up. The "that's the green man from our entertainment department" had worked plenty of times with Team Angel. They all sat at their usual booth and Angel put Connor into one of the convenient restaurant high chairs.
"Cozy," Fred noted, who was jammed in the middle of the booth as always.
Everyone ordered their usual dinner and milk for Connor since his formula was all gone. They all sat around eating, talking about their boring day, and making plenty of comments on how cute Connor looked eating a french fry that Lorne had given him.
Meanwhile, back at the office, Gunn had been in the white room for most of the day. He finally came back out, causing another glow on his wall. As Gunn moved the bookcase back into place traces of what looked like a smile spread across his handsome features.
A/N: I'm glad I updated this but I have to be honest with you guys. I have a lot of stories going so if you want me to keep writing this one then you're going to have to review. No reviews, no Granted Wish. That's how it works.