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Joss Whedon, ME, UPN, and WB. I am just borrowing them for my own sick,
twisted and perverse reasons. ;)
Chapter 3
'Did you get the pumpkin pies? Huh? Did you? Did you?' Cordelia jumped up and down animatedly at Wesley, when he entered the lobby, with her shopping.
' Of course, I did Cordelia,' he chided the brunette softly. The Seer flashed her 100-watt grin at him, causing him to chuckle. The British man could hardly walk, as his arms were laden with party food for the big Halloween bash they were hosting tomorrow night. 'Angel,' he panted, 'a little help here-woah,' he suddenly lost his balance, making the packages lurch forward dangerously. Luckily for him, Angel took the brunt of the bags, whilst the former Watcher regained his stance.
'Thankyou,' he breathed, re-adjusting his glasses.
'No, problem,' Angel grunted, feeling the strain of the groceries. Even with his vampire strength, he struggled with the weight until he reached the kitchen and set them on the counter.
Cordelia's mood had lightened immensely since the Englishman's arrival. She was elated when Angel told her about Wesley's phone call, informing him that he would be home shortly. At that news, she ran down the stairs, waiting for him to appear. Still smiling that dazzling smile, the ex- cheerleader seized her opportunity.
Launching herself at Wesley, she flung her arms around his neck, in what appeared to be a thankyou hug.
'Cordy,' he choked, 'you're crushing my oesophagus!' She swiftly released her arms and jumped back, before quickly apologising.
'Oh my God! I am so sorry, Wes! I'm just so excited!' Wesley chortled, admiring the young woman's enthusiasm.
'It's quite alright, just try and tone down the hugs, slightly, won't you?' he suggested to her kindly. She gave him a salute.
'You're the boss!' she replied brightly, before skipping off into the kitchen to join Angel.
He smiled as he remembered how he once loved Cordelia to embrace him with her soft, beautiful arms.
'The one that got away,' Lorne commented wistfully. He walked down the stairs, with a wry grin etched on his green face, before joining the ex- Watcher.
'What?' Wesley asked, only half-listening.
'I can read it off you, sugar!' Lorne said warmly, 'the whole 'you and sweetie-pie' thing, a few years back.'
'Oh,' he responded dully.
'Don't be so down-heartened!' he admonished gently, patting his shoulder assuredly. 'All I gotta say is- one in a million that Cordelia is, one in a million,' he said tenderly, a dreamy look materialising on his face. It was quite comical to see a demon that dressed luridly and sang karoake, now having a faraway look upon its features.
Fred wandered in at that point; making Wesley's spirits rise incalculably.
'Well, I gotta go, hun, music needs organising!' Lorne informed him vibrantly. 'Bye-bye Tinkerbell!' he added cheerily to Fred, before exiting the building.
' Oh!' Fred exclaimed timidly, 'you're back!' She smiled at him, making his heart flutter slightly.
Fred- a delicate and fragile beauty with warm eyes and a heart of gold. Whose smile could lighten up any room whenever she entered, and whose personality that could brighten up anybody's day. There was only one word to describe her.
Perfection.
'Fred,' he said graciously, 'How are you?'
'I'm fine, Wesley. How about you?' she asked him, in her soft Texan accent.
'Never better,' he sighed, gazing into her big brown eyes. ' I should ask her to dinner', he thought to himself. ' Yes,' he decided, 'I will.' As he was about to say something, Gunn came into their presence.
' Hey Fred! Hey English! ' He greeted warmly.
' Damn Gunn!' Wesley grumbled angrily to himself. 'Hello Gunn,' he said pleasantly, forcing a smile.
' Hello Charles,' Fred said shyly, slightly blushing. The black man did not respond bitterly to her calling him 'Charles,'-in fact, he rather liked it when she said it.
' You all set?' he said, starting a new topic for discussion.
' For the soiree?' Wesley asked, 'oh, my yes.' Fred nodded, not willing to speak to the handsome young man.
' You do know, we need dates, right?'
' Dates?' he said, puzzled by his remark.
' Cordy said so,' he supplied, 'Angel's taking her. I'm taking Fred,' he added, casting a glance at the girl. She nodded again, indicating her obvious agreement to Gunn's proposal.
' Oh?' was all Wesley could respond with. He was slightly shocked at the fact that she was going with him.
' If that's alright with you,' he asked tentatively, eyeing him anxiously.
' Of course!' he lied,' certainly.' Gunn didn't seem entirely convinced, but he did not push the matter further.
' Ok. Fred, Cordy an' Angel need help in the kitchen. Catch ya later, bosserino!' he added to Wesley, before the pair sauntered off in the direction of the kitchen.
' Not if I catch you first!' Wesley thought acrimoniously, watching them go. With a frustrated sigh, the Englishman retreated into his office for a cup of Earl Grey and a good, long think.
Chapter 3
'Did you get the pumpkin pies? Huh? Did you? Did you?' Cordelia jumped up and down animatedly at Wesley, when he entered the lobby, with her shopping.
' Of course, I did Cordelia,' he chided the brunette softly. The Seer flashed her 100-watt grin at him, causing him to chuckle. The British man could hardly walk, as his arms were laden with party food for the big Halloween bash they were hosting tomorrow night. 'Angel,' he panted, 'a little help here-woah,' he suddenly lost his balance, making the packages lurch forward dangerously. Luckily for him, Angel took the brunt of the bags, whilst the former Watcher regained his stance.
'Thankyou,' he breathed, re-adjusting his glasses.
'No, problem,' Angel grunted, feeling the strain of the groceries. Even with his vampire strength, he struggled with the weight until he reached the kitchen and set them on the counter.
Cordelia's mood had lightened immensely since the Englishman's arrival. She was elated when Angel told her about Wesley's phone call, informing him that he would be home shortly. At that news, she ran down the stairs, waiting for him to appear. Still smiling that dazzling smile, the ex- cheerleader seized her opportunity.
Launching herself at Wesley, she flung her arms around his neck, in what appeared to be a thankyou hug.
'Cordy,' he choked, 'you're crushing my oesophagus!' She swiftly released her arms and jumped back, before quickly apologising.
'Oh my God! I am so sorry, Wes! I'm just so excited!' Wesley chortled, admiring the young woman's enthusiasm.
'It's quite alright, just try and tone down the hugs, slightly, won't you?' he suggested to her kindly. She gave him a salute.
'You're the boss!' she replied brightly, before skipping off into the kitchen to join Angel.
He smiled as he remembered how he once loved Cordelia to embrace him with her soft, beautiful arms.
'The one that got away,' Lorne commented wistfully. He walked down the stairs, with a wry grin etched on his green face, before joining the ex- Watcher.
'What?' Wesley asked, only half-listening.
'I can read it off you, sugar!' Lorne said warmly, 'the whole 'you and sweetie-pie' thing, a few years back.'
'Oh,' he responded dully.
'Don't be so down-heartened!' he admonished gently, patting his shoulder assuredly. 'All I gotta say is- one in a million that Cordelia is, one in a million,' he said tenderly, a dreamy look materialising on his face. It was quite comical to see a demon that dressed luridly and sang karoake, now having a faraway look upon its features.
Fred wandered in at that point; making Wesley's spirits rise incalculably.
'Well, I gotta go, hun, music needs organising!' Lorne informed him vibrantly. 'Bye-bye Tinkerbell!' he added cheerily to Fred, before exiting the building.
' Oh!' Fred exclaimed timidly, 'you're back!' She smiled at him, making his heart flutter slightly.
Fred- a delicate and fragile beauty with warm eyes and a heart of gold. Whose smile could lighten up any room whenever she entered, and whose personality that could brighten up anybody's day. There was only one word to describe her.
Perfection.
'Fred,' he said graciously, 'How are you?'
'I'm fine, Wesley. How about you?' she asked him, in her soft Texan accent.
'Never better,' he sighed, gazing into her big brown eyes. ' I should ask her to dinner', he thought to himself. ' Yes,' he decided, 'I will.' As he was about to say something, Gunn came into their presence.
' Hey Fred! Hey English! ' He greeted warmly.
' Damn Gunn!' Wesley grumbled angrily to himself. 'Hello Gunn,' he said pleasantly, forcing a smile.
' Hello Charles,' Fred said shyly, slightly blushing. The black man did not respond bitterly to her calling him 'Charles,'-in fact, he rather liked it when she said it.
' You all set?' he said, starting a new topic for discussion.
' For the soiree?' Wesley asked, 'oh, my yes.' Fred nodded, not willing to speak to the handsome young man.
' You do know, we need dates, right?'
' Dates?' he said, puzzled by his remark.
' Cordy said so,' he supplied, 'Angel's taking her. I'm taking Fred,' he added, casting a glance at the girl. She nodded again, indicating her obvious agreement to Gunn's proposal.
' Oh?' was all Wesley could respond with. He was slightly shocked at the fact that she was going with him.
' If that's alright with you,' he asked tentatively, eyeing him anxiously.
' Of course!' he lied,' certainly.' Gunn didn't seem entirely convinced, but he did not push the matter further.
' Ok. Fred, Cordy an' Angel need help in the kitchen. Catch ya later, bosserino!' he added to Wesley, before the pair sauntered off in the direction of the kitchen.
' Not if I catch you first!' Wesley thought acrimoniously, watching them go. With a frustrated sigh, the Englishman retreated into his office for a cup of Earl Grey and a good, long think.