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NOTE: I don't own these Angel characters but if I did, I promise I would make the show better.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews I've gotten so far, guys. You are super coolies.
CHAPTER 6
Angel jogged down the stairs of the hotel the following morning, Cordelia right on his heels. The brown haired seer had been nagging him for most of the morning.
"Angel, stop moving. Now," Cordelia ordered.
"No," Angel said simply then picked up the mail off the front desk.
"Angel, I'm serious here." Cordelia walked up to him.
"So am I," Angel countered.
"Angel, listen to yourself," Cordy urged. "I mean, come on. Do you really want to unleash psycho slayer upon the world again just because some magical all seeing-"
"Divine shape shifter," Wesley interrupted from where he sat behind the main desk.
"Whatever," Cordelia said, brushing him off. "For all you know she could be a big evil just waiting to go all murder slash-y on the entire world."
"Very unlikely," Wesley said. "Divine shape shifters are beings of light. They fight on the side of good."
"And, Cordy," Angel said, turning his attention to her. "Faith has been in jail for years now. People can change."
"People can," Cordy said, taking a letter addressed to her out of Angel's hand. "Faith can't." She turned and headed back up the stairs.
"Uh oh," Connor said, looking up from his coloring book where he sat on the floor. "She's in a mood." It was a saying he'd learned from Gunn many times.
Angel smiled at his son. Connor was like a miniature reflection of Angel with his brown hair and chocolate chip eyes.
"Well, everything is official now. I suppose I'll head to Faith's prison," Wesley said as he stood up.
"No. I'll pick her up," Angel told him.
"Angel, it isn't even afternoon, yet. The sun is still-"
"I know," Angel cut him off. "But I think Faith needs someone she'll listen to right now. I'll be fine. I'll take the sewers."
Connor walked up then, carrying an extra large blanket along with him, one his father used to cover himself when he went outside during the day. Angel gave the child a thankful smile before taking the blanket and heading out.
A few hours later, in Southern California, Faith walked down the halls of the prison cells, accompanied by two armed guards. The Slayer didn't really understand what was up with Angel. He had bailed her out, though, literally, so whatever it was, it was worth it.
The guards escorted Faith to the end of the long hall where Angel stood, an even look on his face.
"All right," One of the guards said, holding up his clipboard. "This prisoner will be taken into custody of her brother, Mr...."
"Angel," the vampire clarified.
"Mr. Angel. This woman had better not cause any damage. We're releasing her but only because you're taking her in."
"Understood," Angel said with a nod. Soon he and Faith were out at his car.
"So you want to tell me what's up?" Faith asked, settling down in the passenger seat.
"Really hard to explain but something's come up," Angel replied.
"Really?" Faith ran a hand through her dark brown hair. "Care to share?"
"It's just that we got this new case in and it turned out to be some kind of divine being who had a warning or something for my kids-"
"Rewind the tape," Faith cut in. "Kid? You have a kid?"
"Kids," Angel corrected. "Four-year-olds."
She nodded yet couldn't believe it. "Right. How?"
"A lot has happened, Faith. Stuff that I don't even believe myself."
"Got a long ride ahead," Faith shrugged, turning towards the window. "Start at the beginning I guess."
A/N: It took me longer than usual to update. Sorry. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to put words to paper. Uh, something like that. Please review!
NOTE: I don't own these Angel characters but if I did, I promise I would make the show better.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews I've gotten so far, guys. You are super coolies.
CHAPTER 6
Angel jogged down the stairs of the hotel the following morning, Cordelia right on his heels. The brown haired seer had been nagging him for most of the morning.
"Angel, stop moving. Now," Cordelia ordered.
"No," Angel said simply then picked up the mail off the front desk.
"Angel, I'm serious here." Cordelia walked up to him.
"So am I," Angel countered.
"Angel, listen to yourself," Cordy urged. "I mean, come on. Do you really want to unleash psycho slayer upon the world again just because some magical all seeing-"
"Divine shape shifter," Wesley interrupted from where he sat behind the main desk.
"Whatever," Cordelia said, brushing him off. "For all you know she could be a big evil just waiting to go all murder slash-y on the entire world."
"Very unlikely," Wesley said. "Divine shape shifters are beings of light. They fight on the side of good."
"And, Cordy," Angel said, turning his attention to her. "Faith has been in jail for years now. People can change."
"People can," Cordy said, taking a letter addressed to her out of Angel's hand. "Faith can't." She turned and headed back up the stairs.
"Uh oh," Connor said, looking up from his coloring book where he sat on the floor. "She's in a mood." It was a saying he'd learned from Gunn many times.
Angel smiled at his son. Connor was like a miniature reflection of Angel with his brown hair and chocolate chip eyes.
"Well, everything is official now. I suppose I'll head to Faith's prison," Wesley said as he stood up.
"No. I'll pick her up," Angel told him.
"Angel, it isn't even afternoon, yet. The sun is still-"
"I know," Angel cut him off. "But I think Faith needs someone she'll listen to right now. I'll be fine. I'll take the sewers."
Connor walked up then, carrying an extra large blanket along with him, one his father used to cover himself when he went outside during the day. Angel gave the child a thankful smile before taking the blanket and heading out.
A few hours later, in Southern California, Faith walked down the halls of the prison cells, accompanied by two armed guards. The Slayer didn't really understand what was up with Angel. He had bailed her out, though, literally, so whatever it was, it was worth it.
The guards escorted Faith to the end of the long hall where Angel stood, an even look on his face.
"All right," One of the guards said, holding up his clipboard. "This prisoner will be taken into custody of her brother, Mr...."
"Angel," the vampire clarified.
"Mr. Angel. This woman had better not cause any damage. We're releasing her but only because you're taking her in."
"Understood," Angel said with a nod. Soon he and Faith were out at his car.
"So you want to tell me what's up?" Faith asked, settling down in the passenger seat.
"Really hard to explain but something's come up," Angel replied.
"Really?" Faith ran a hand through her dark brown hair. "Care to share?"
"It's just that we got this new case in and it turned out to be some kind of divine being who had a warning or something for my kids-"
"Rewind the tape," Faith cut in. "Kid? You have a kid?"
"Kids," Angel corrected. "Four-year-olds."
She nodded yet couldn't believe it. "Right. How?"
"A lot has happened, Faith. Stuff that I don't even believe myself."
"Got a long ride ahead," Faith shrugged, turning towards the window. "Start at the beginning I guess."
A/N: It took me longer than usual to update. Sorry. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to put words to paper. Uh, something like that. Please review!