Disclaimer: Given that a) Buffy has ended and b) that Angel just joined a
law firm I don't think this story meshes with those plot lines. AKA Buffy
and Angel are not MINE!
AN: Yet again I must beg for your forgiveness. I know that it has been months since I posted. I pray everyone has not forgotten about us. Unfortunately school was and is trying to kill me, and my muse decided that she was taking a vacation. I'm not yet sure if it is permanent. Ah yes one more thing, my partner in crime now has her own account. She is now Clinically Insane. As always read and review!
I Swear They're not MINE!
By Daggerpoint and Clinically Insane
Fate took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Now how to explain this? Hm well. Everyone has an aura. Each aura has a color and a shape. Depending on how well a couple's auras fit together, it indicates how far into love they can get. Broody and Fluffy here fit together like ying and yang."
Connor looked confused, albeit a bit pleased at the jibe as the two had been taking looks each other since they met. The rest, aside from the Lady Knight who was still reading, looked just as lost a Connor felt. Fred was the only one who spoke up. "But that's impossible. Angel and Cordy are the ones who should go together. Anyone can see that."
Fate's face went hard. It was almost a tangible change, because everyone realized that now longer were they dealing with the girl of just a moment before, but with the Lady Fate. "A mortal dares to tell me how to do what I have always existed for?"
Fred squeaked and dove behind Gunn, but Giles interrupted before she was faced with fighting off the Lady Fate. "So it is your well job, for lack of a better word, to decide who should fall in love?"
"I guess you could say that," she said relaxing into the teenage personality. "But it's a bit more complicated then that. I work only with those who have caught the attention of someone up stairs."
"Up stairs?" Cordelia looked confused.
"The powerful PTBs."
"Do you work for them?"
"Sort of. I work freelance for the most part. Any way as I was saying."
"I thought the PTBs where the all powerful beings?" This time it was Connor who looked completely lost
Angel growled. "If you be patience and let her finish I'm sure all our questions will be answered. "
Conner turned to glare at Angel. "Since when have you ever cared about patience, Dad?"
"I just think it would be prudent to let her finish her sentence. I believe she will explain everything."
Conner shrugged. "What ever."
Fate sighed. 'Those two really need to learn to get along.' "Now as I was saying The PTBs are all powerful in this dimension and the ones connecting directly to it, for the most part. There are however numerous dimensions that have nothing to do with this one. Those dimensions have different. well. I guess you could say gods or PTBs."
The group was silent, aside from the turning of page by the Lady Knight, analyzing the information lady Fate had imparted to them.
****WHAM****
With no prelude a hidden door banged, and out tumbled to tousled figures. Startled most of the group could only between the people on the floor and the now opening from which they'd come.
Both sat up, rubbing the back of their heads, and looked around. "Ah oops," was the only thing the female could say.
At this comment Angel finally found his voice. "Wesley, Lilah. What would you be doing here?"
Lady Knight looked up and cocked an eyebrow. "Isn't that obvious?" The two on the ground flushed. "You didn't realize they were there? Forget it. I'm more interested in why they're here." She looked over at the two expectantly.
Wesley grasped for control of his mind. Sigh he began "Well it started with a spell Wolfram and Hart wanted."
* * * Several hours earlier:
"O.K. Yes sir. I understand Will do." Lilah hung up the cell phone, before flopping back on the bed. "We've got a job."
Wesley raised an eyebrow. "Got a job?"
"Yeah. The senior partners want us to go through the library on display at the display on Irish life. Some spell they want is supposed to be there."
Wesley sat up and shrugged. "Then we better get dressed and go."
"Actually we will be leaving around 5. Something about scholars being more likely to be there during the day."
Grinning wolfishly Wesley looked down at the women with whom he shared a bed. "Now what ever can we do to pass the time?"
AN: Yet again I must beg for your forgiveness. I know that it has been months since I posted. I pray everyone has not forgotten about us. Unfortunately school was and is trying to kill me, and my muse decided that she was taking a vacation. I'm not yet sure if it is permanent. Ah yes one more thing, my partner in crime now has her own account. She is now Clinically Insane. As always read and review!
I Swear They're not MINE!
By Daggerpoint and Clinically Insane
Fate took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Now how to explain this? Hm well. Everyone has an aura. Each aura has a color and a shape. Depending on how well a couple's auras fit together, it indicates how far into love they can get. Broody and Fluffy here fit together like ying and yang."
Connor looked confused, albeit a bit pleased at the jibe as the two had been taking looks each other since they met. The rest, aside from the Lady Knight who was still reading, looked just as lost a Connor felt. Fred was the only one who spoke up. "But that's impossible. Angel and Cordy are the ones who should go together. Anyone can see that."
Fate's face went hard. It was almost a tangible change, because everyone realized that now longer were they dealing with the girl of just a moment before, but with the Lady Fate. "A mortal dares to tell me how to do what I have always existed for?"
Fred squeaked and dove behind Gunn, but Giles interrupted before she was faced with fighting off the Lady Fate. "So it is your well job, for lack of a better word, to decide who should fall in love?"
"I guess you could say that," she said relaxing into the teenage personality. "But it's a bit more complicated then that. I work only with those who have caught the attention of someone up stairs."
"Up stairs?" Cordelia looked confused.
"The powerful PTBs."
"Do you work for them?"
"Sort of. I work freelance for the most part. Any way as I was saying."
"I thought the PTBs where the all powerful beings?" This time it was Connor who looked completely lost
Angel growled. "If you be patience and let her finish I'm sure all our questions will be answered. "
Conner turned to glare at Angel. "Since when have you ever cared about patience, Dad?"
"I just think it would be prudent to let her finish her sentence. I believe she will explain everything."
Conner shrugged. "What ever."
Fate sighed. 'Those two really need to learn to get along.' "Now as I was saying The PTBs are all powerful in this dimension and the ones connecting directly to it, for the most part. There are however numerous dimensions that have nothing to do with this one. Those dimensions have different. well. I guess you could say gods or PTBs."
The group was silent, aside from the turning of page by the Lady Knight, analyzing the information lady Fate had imparted to them.
****WHAM****
With no prelude a hidden door banged, and out tumbled to tousled figures. Startled most of the group could only between the people on the floor and the now opening from which they'd come.
Both sat up, rubbing the back of their heads, and looked around. "Ah oops," was the only thing the female could say.
At this comment Angel finally found his voice. "Wesley, Lilah. What would you be doing here?"
Lady Knight looked up and cocked an eyebrow. "Isn't that obvious?" The two on the ground flushed. "You didn't realize they were there? Forget it. I'm more interested in why they're here." She looked over at the two expectantly.
Wesley grasped for control of his mind. Sigh he began "Well it started with a spell Wolfram and Hart wanted."
* * * Several hours earlier:
"O.K. Yes sir. I understand Will do." Lilah hung up the cell phone, before flopping back on the bed. "We've got a job."
Wesley raised an eyebrow. "Got a job?"
"Yeah. The senior partners want us to go through the library on display at the display on Irish life. Some spell they want is supposed to be there."
Wesley sat up and shrugged. "Then we better get dressed and go."
"Actually we will be leaving around 5. Something about scholars being more likely to be there during the day."
Grinning wolfishly Wesley looked down at the women with whom he shared a bed. "Now what ever can we do to pass the time?"