Rating: PG (if you can watch the show, then you can read this)
Summary: Takes place a five months after Darla stakes herself.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters… It all belongs to Joss Whedon and co.
A/N: Peeka boo! 'Tis me again! L'il ole me! Please do review!
Chapter 14- Dancing on Tables
Darla set down the drinks as she reached the table. Faith immediately grabbed her seabreaze and gulped down a mouthful of it.
"That's better." Faith lounged back in her chair. "So, do you think B's having fun with uh…"
Angel ignored her.
"Have you completely lost your sense of smell?"
Angel looked at Darla blankly.
"Well if you don't know then…"
Faith leaned in. "Yeah, carry on."
"I think I'll go ask Lorne whether he's heard anything." Wesley stood up.
"Your loss, man. This is getting interesting." Gunn rested his elbows on the table.
Faith watched Wesley as he left.
"So, D. What do you know?"
Darla grinned and was about to say something when Buffy appeared behind Angel.
"Hey."
"What's wrong B? Lost soldier boy already?"
Buffy glared at her.
"Ignore her." Angel looked up at her.
"You wanna dance?" Buffy asked.
"Erm… I don't dance."
Faith tried, without success to smother a laugh.
"Oh I don't know…" Darla started.
"What?!?" Faith stopped laughing in shock.
"I was going to say, he's good at dancing… but not the kind you're used to." Darla smirked.
Angel looked paler than usual. "Don't you dare."
"Let's just say… waltzing."
Faith laughed hysterically. Angel covered his eyes with his hands.
"Man, imagine, soul boy, dancing!" Faith held her sides. "Oh God. I'm getting another drink."
Angel sniffed the air.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked.
"You smell… different." Angel stopped sniffing.
Buffy looked puzzled. "What?"
"It doesn't matter." Angel shook his head.
Darla snorted.
"What?"
"Nothing." Darla clinked the ice cubes in her now empty cup.
"Come on!" Buffy pouted. "Dance with me!"
"But…" Angel was cut short when he was forcefully dragged from his seat.
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Riley watched Buffy as she dragged Angel from his seat. He shook his head and pulled out his phone.
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Dr Stone let his phone ring twice before answering it.
"Finn. You're late. You were supposed to report back an hour ago… Yes… Good. I'm glad you have things under control." Dr Stone leaned back in his chair. "Her boyfriend did you say? What was his name?… Angel. That's it… Keep them out of this Finn. Report back when things develop."
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Angel moved awkwardly on the dance floor.
"Come on! Relax!" Buffy teased.
"I told you. I don't dance." Angel murmured.
"You're doing fine." Buffy reassured him.
"Yeah?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa!!!!!"
Buffy and Angel stopped dancing (that was Buffy) and 'dancing' (that was Angel). They looked over to the bar where a large cheering crowd had gathered. Lorne was desperately trying to calm everyone down.
Buffy groaned. Faith was standing on top of the bar dancing. She seemed to be enjoying all the attention she was getting.
Lorne tugged at Faith's trouser leg. "Come on sweetie. Come down."
Faith ignored him. Instead, she nodded to Darla who was sitting a few seats away, calmly sipping her drink. Darla shook her head.
"Come on D!" Faith shouted over all the noise.
At that moment, a chaos demon with exceptionally large antlers clambered onto the bar. He too started dancing.
"Now look what you've done!" Lorne racked his brains for an idea. Just then, he heard a loud creak.
Faith jumped off the bar and straight into Wesley who was standing next to Lorne, trying to ask him a question.
"Hey Wes." Faith winked at him and walked off to look for Darla. Leaving Lorne to disperse the crowd.
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Fred took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. So sleepy, so, so sleepy. Then she heard the door of the hotel creak open.
"H-hello?" Fred asked timidly. "Charles? Angel?"
Fred nearly screamed when Darla opened the door. She smirked.
"Only me."
Fred clutched the table in fear.
"How's Connor?" Darla asked.
"H-he's been asleep. He'll probably be hungry now."
Darla nodded and headed for Angel's room. Inside, she found Connor very much awake in his cot. He giggled and waved his legs in the air. Darla smiled.
"Hello." Darla cooed and picked him up. "Did you miss me?"
Darla shook her head. She was talking to a baby. A human child.
Connor dribbled. Darla pulled a face and wiped his mouth with his bib, which was on the table. This baby thing was too weird.
Way too weird.
To Be Continued…
A/N: Faith and Wesley! Wooooooo!!! Don't worry, Angel will definitely get together with Darla