Excerpts are taken from "The complete adventures of Peter Rabbit," by
Beatrix Potter and quite a bit of the dialogue is picked up from Angel.
Chapter 5.
March, 2001.
Wesley was babysitting Fiona at his apartment. Cordelia had, quite reasonably to be her, told him that she needed some time alone.
He'd agreed.
Frankly he was surprised that Queen C had lasted four months without dumping Fiona on him on a regular basis. Perhaps there was more to her than anyone had realized. Even if Fiona had slept through the nights ever since she was six days old.
But with the start of the new "Angel Investigations" Cordelia seemed to want a new start on her life.
"I'm going to try dating again," she'd grinned when she put up the cot in his living room. "I know it went bad last time, but now I'm prepared, you know?" He'd been in the wheelchair.
"Yes, indeed," if he hadn't been holding Fiona and knew that Cordy had been sacrificing her social life for Faith's girl to the extent that she only spent time with David Nabbit, Lorne, Bethany, Gunn and himself he would probably have used more sarcasm, and a comment that would've hurt her feelings.
As it was, she deserved some time off. And he didn't mind babysitting, in fact he'd been out shopping for entertainment for Fiona after work. It was surprising how helpful the shop-girl had been in finding the right sort of books. She had even brought out some that hadn't been unpacked yet. In the end he'd voted for the traditional, rather than the new.
"You see," he said to Fiona, still in his lap. "I figure that Cordelia will provide you with all you need to know about fashion and such, but that's not all there is in the world. We have to consider school too."
He leaned over and picked up the book, before he placed Fiona further up in his arms, making sure that it wasn't hurting his wound.
"Let's see, shall we?" he opened the book and began to read.
"Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were - Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree."
As Wesley read he became engrossed in the story and only stopped to turn the pages. It wasn't until Fiona began to whimper he realized that it was late. He put the book down, and was about to roll into the kitchen when he noticed a third eye staring at them. He rolled into his bedroom and put Fiona in her cot, before struggling to get the shotgun down from the top shelf of the walk-in closet.
Just as he'd managed to get it down and load it he heard crashing from the front door. He rolled out, careful to close the door to the bedroom behind him.
He rolled over and opened the door, the shotgun ready.
"Angel!" It wasn't who he had expected to see.
"Invite me in! I've never been here before, Wesley, you have to invite me in!" Angel sounded desperate.
Wesley lowered his gun, feeling much safer as long as Angel couldn't get in without an invite. "Well, perhaps if you'd shown a bit of interest..."
"Wesley..."
Wesley looked around, to the Skilosh demon that came crashing in through the window. They had seen him with Fiona. And now they were closer to the bedroom door than he was.
"Yes. No. Absolutely. I invite you in. In I invite you!"
Angel ran past him, and began to fight the two demons. "Do you know what these things are?"
"I believe the third eye indicates adult Skilosh, though this is the first time I've had occasion to..."
"How do I kill them?" Wesley only glared desperately at the door, once before replying.
"Yeah, right, yes, uh, ah," he got himself a tour through the air by one of the demons.. "Hack it to pieces!" Angel did just that. After he was finished Wesley looked at the gore through his mucus-covered glasses. He quickly wiped them at his shirt.
"Fiona's in the other room," Wesley rolled in, and saw that the infant was asleep. He breathed a sigh in relief. What kind of babysitter would he have been if the baby lived with nightmares for the rest of her life, due to the violence she had witnessed in his home?
Angel followed him.
"She's gotten so big."
It reminded Wesley of what he had to do.
"What are you doing here?"
Chapter 5.
March, 2001.
Wesley was babysitting Fiona at his apartment. Cordelia had, quite reasonably to be her, told him that she needed some time alone.
He'd agreed.
Frankly he was surprised that Queen C had lasted four months without dumping Fiona on him on a regular basis. Perhaps there was more to her than anyone had realized. Even if Fiona had slept through the nights ever since she was six days old.
But with the start of the new "Angel Investigations" Cordelia seemed to want a new start on her life.
"I'm going to try dating again," she'd grinned when she put up the cot in his living room. "I know it went bad last time, but now I'm prepared, you know?" He'd been in the wheelchair.
"Yes, indeed," if he hadn't been holding Fiona and knew that Cordy had been sacrificing her social life for Faith's girl to the extent that she only spent time with David Nabbit, Lorne, Bethany, Gunn and himself he would probably have used more sarcasm, and a comment that would've hurt her feelings.
As it was, she deserved some time off. And he didn't mind babysitting, in fact he'd been out shopping for entertainment for Fiona after work. It was surprising how helpful the shop-girl had been in finding the right sort of books. She had even brought out some that hadn't been unpacked yet. In the end he'd voted for the traditional, rather than the new.
"You see," he said to Fiona, still in his lap. "I figure that Cordelia will provide you with all you need to know about fashion and such, but that's not all there is in the world. We have to consider school too."
He leaned over and picked up the book, before he placed Fiona further up in his arms, making sure that it wasn't hurting his wound.
"Let's see, shall we?" he opened the book and began to read.
"Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were - Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree."
As Wesley read he became engrossed in the story and only stopped to turn the pages. It wasn't until Fiona began to whimper he realized that it was late. He put the book down, and was about to roll into the kitchen when he noticed a third eye staring at them. He rolled into his bedroom and put Fiona in her cot, before struggling to get the shotgun down from the top shelf of the walk-in closet.
Just as he'd managed to get it down and load it he heard crashing from the front door. He rolled out, careful to close the door to the bedroom behind him.
He rolled over and opened the door, the shotgun ready.
"Angel!" It wasn't who he had expected to see.
"Invite me in! I've never been here before, Wesley, you have to invite me in!" Angel sounded desperate.
Wesley lowered his gun, feeling much safer as long as Angel couldn't get in without an invite. "Well, perhaps if you'd shown a bit of interest..."
"Wesley..."
Wesley looked around, to the Skilosh demon that came crashing in through the window. They had seen him with Fiona. And now they were closer to the bedroom door than he was.
"Yes. No. Absolutely. I invite you in. In I invite you!"
Angel ran past him, and began to fight the two demons. "Do you know what these things are?"
"I believe the third eye indicates adult Skilosh, though this is the first time I've had occasion to..."
"How do I kill them?" Wesley only glared desperately at the door, once before replying.
"Yeah, right, yes, uh, ah," he got himself a tour through the air by one of the demons.. "Hack it to pieces!" Angel did just that. After he was finished Wesley looked at the gore through his mucus-covered glasses. He quickly wiped them at his shirt.
"Fiona's in the other room," Wesley rolled in, and saw that the infant was asleep. He breathed a sigh in relief. What kind of babysitter would he have been if the baby lived with nightmares for the rest of her life, due to the violence she had witnessed in his home?
Angel followed him.
"She's gotten so big."
It reminded Wesley of what he had to do.
"What are you doing here?"