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A/N: Well, the first of my Christmas fics. Most of which won't have more in common than the fact that they're centered around Christmas songs/carols. As a beginning: Adeste Fideles, in Latin, because I can't see Angel sing it in English. (Or slaughter it, as the case might be.) The title is from the song.
Chorus Angelorum
Angel looked at the Host.
"You're what?"
"I'm having a Christmas, Hanukkah, whatever-floats-your-boat, kind of party. In Caritas 3. And I would like it very much if you, and your entourage would make an appearance."
"Even Connor?"
"I've been told that the spirit of this holiday is to include everyone. So," Lorne swallowed nervously. "Connor can come too."
"Okay, wait. why do you want us to come?"
"Maybe I happen to like you, Cupcake."
"Hold the nicknames. That's not the reason. You're having ulterior motives here."
"What? A guy can't have a few friends over, and appreciate their singing. I see your point."
"Do you want to tell me?"
"Not really. I prefer the element of surprise."
"Caritas 3 is non-violent?"
"Would I have it any other way?"
"Is it?"
"Yeah, yeah. I could get a reputation if it wasn't."
Angel threw up his arms.
"We'll be there, with bells on."
*@*
"Why do we have to do this?" Cordelia whined. "It's not as if though I've been through enough pain in these past years. I could tell you every agonizing detail, if it let's me off the hook."
"We're all going. Lorne's a friend of sorts."
"Angel, Caritas 3 implies singing." Gunn began, but got a quick jab in the stomach by Fred's elbow.
"Look, he came over and invited us, specifically."
"Did he say: Cordelia has to be there?"
"No, but he said I had to bring my entourage. Which means all of you."
"And Wesley." Fred said, but Angel's mouth clammed shut and he didn't comment.
*@*
"You're here, all of you." Lorne smiled widely. His red Christmas suit matched his eyes, and contrasted very nicely with his skin, or so he thought. He had the perfect Seabreeze, and it looked like his plans would be fulfilled as well.
"You asked Angel to bring us," Cordelia stated. "So here we are. Happy and well-adjusted."
"Why don't the rest of you go taste some of the gingerbread and mulled wine?" Lorne indicated towards a buffet that had been set up. "I need to have a quiet talk with Angel."
"Sure," Cordelia pushed Connor ahead, and Fred dragged Gunn. Gingerbread wasn't tacos, but it was still food.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I've got someone I want you to meet, but first you get to sing."
"Isn't this supposed to be a festive occasion?"
"Which is why you're starting," Lorne said bluntly. "Things can only get better. And no Barry Manilow songs tonight. We're celebrating Christmas, not the Copacabana."
"I've got a song."
Angel made his way toward the stage. Christmas songs were really not his thing. But he had one favorite, from a long long time ago, and another life.
"Adeste Fideles laeti triumphantes; Venite, venite in Bethlehem; Natum videte regem angelorum: Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, dominum!" He quit after one verse, like the screen did. But in his head the lyrics kept running, like they had years and years ago.
"Good," the Host came over while he wiped a few tears out of his eyes. "I bet it's been a while since you've thought about Ireland like that."
"It was. good," Angel admitted.
"And it didn't even sound like your normal singing. Well, here's the special lady. Angel, meet CJ Cregg."
A/N: Well, the first of my Christmas fics. Most of which won't have more in common than the fact that they're centered around Christmas songs/carols. As a beginning: Adeste Fideles, in Latin, because I can't see Angel sing it in English. (Or slaughter it, as the case might be.) The title is from the song.
Chorus Angelorum
Angel looked at the Host.
"You're what?"
"I'm having a Christmas, Hanukkah, whatever-floats-your-boat, kind of party. In Caritas 3. And I would like it very much if you, and your entourage would make an appearance."
"Even Connor?"
"I've been told that the spirit of this holiday is to include everyone. So," Lorne swallowed nervously. "Connor can come too."
"Okay, wait. why do you want us to come?"
"Maybe I happen to like you, Cupcake."
"Hold the nicknames. That's not the reason. You're having ulterior motives here."
"What? A guy can't have a few friends over, and appreciate their singing. I see your point."
"Do you want to tell me?"
"Not really. I prefer the element of surprise."
"Caritas 3 is non-violent?"
"Would I have it any other way?"
"Is it?"
"Yeah, yeah. I could get a reputation if it wasn't."
Angel threw up his arms.
"We'll be there, with bells on."
*@*
"Why do we have to do this?" Cordelia whined. "It's not as if though I've been through enough pain in these past years. I could tell you every agonizing detail, if it let's me off the hook."
"We're all going. Lorne's a friend of sorts."
"Angel, Caritas 3 implies singing." Gunn began, but got a quick jab in the stomach by Fred's elbow.
"Look, he came over and invited us, specifically."
"Did he say: Cordelia has to be there?"
"No, but he said I had to bring my entourage. Which means all of you."
"And Wesley." Fred said, but Angel's mouth clammed shut and he didn't comment.
*@*
"You're here, all of you." Lorne smiled widely. His red Christmas suit matched his eyes, and contrasted very nicely with his skin, or so he thought. He had the perfect Seabreeze, and it looked like his plans would be fulfilled as well.
"You asked Angel to bring us," Cordelia stated. "So here we are. Happy and well-adjusted."
"Why don't the rest of you go taste some of the gingerbread and mulled wine?" Lorne indicated towards a buffet that had been set up. "I need to have a quiet talk with Angel."
"Sure," Cordelia pushed Connor ahead, and Fred dragged Gunn. Gingerbread wasn't tacos, but it was still food.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I've got someone I want you to meet, but first you get to sing."
"Isn't this supposed to be a festive occasion?"
"Which is why you're starting," Lorne said bluntly. "Things can only get better. And no Barry Manilow songs tonight. We're celebrating Christmas, not the Copacabana."
"I've got a song."
Angel made his way toward the stage. Christmas songs were really not his thing. But he had one favorite, from a long long time ago, and another life.
"Adeste Fideles laeti triumphantes; Venite, venite in Bethlehem; Natum videte regem angelorum: Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, Venite, adoremus, dominum!" He quit after one verse, like the screen did. But in his head the lyrics kept running, like they had years and years ago.
"Good," the Host came over while he wiped a few tears out of his eyes. "I bet it's been a while since you've thought about Ireland like that."
"It was. good," Angel admitted.
"And it didn't even sound like your normal singing. Well, here's the special lady. Angel, meet CJ Cregg."