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--several colorful cusses and a cry of "help!" later--
Spike and Lorne both stood before the closet Angelus had been in, staring at the huge hole in the floor.
"This is bad. This is very bad. You realize Wes is going to kill me now, right? I mean, I was supposed to be puppet-sitting, and so I check on you and you're right as rain, but I never bothered to look in on Mr. Escape-From-Alcatraz, here." Lorne was getting truly worried. "Wesley is so going to kill me."
"Am I now?" Wesley asked, walking into the room with Fred and Connor. "Is there a reason involved?"
"Look," Lorne started. "Keep in mind that, technically, I did everything you told me to. But, heh..."
"We lost Angelus," Spike said simply, busy staring at Connor.
Connor backed away from Spike, a little disturbed. "What is that thing?"
Harmony, completely ignoring the rising havoc, walked into the office with a package in her arms. She set it in front of Spike.
"Here you go, Spikey." She left, and Spike opened the package with increasing joy.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Spike ran over to the TV, quickly opening the DVD player, and put in...
"SPIKE, NO!" Fred shouted, jumping him. "Wes, help! Grab the DVDs!" She stuggled holding down the squirmy puppet while Wesley did what she had asked, a little amused despite himself.
"Sneaky... little... twerp..." she growled, and then let him go once Wesley was out of the room.
"Those were mine!" Spike shouted, hands on his hips and eyebrows forming a v-shape. "I bought those with Angel's credit card for me!"
"Where the hell did you even get those from?" Fred asked, still upset.
"Ebay," Spike answered, as if it were obvious.
"Okay, that's it. I'm cutting you off from the internet, mister. And you'll get the DVDs back when we find Angelus, okay?"
Spike still wasn't happy, but he nodded reluctantly anyway.
"Just what DVDs were they, Freddikins?" Lorne asked.
"Smile Time!" Spike shouted happily. Lorne shook his head. "Figures."
"It's out on DVD?" Angelus asked, popping up from the hole in the closet and surprising everyone.
"It's him!"
"He's back!"
"Oh, joy."
"What the hell are those?!"
The attention then turned to Connor, who spoke last, and Fred walked over to him and touched his arm.
"Look, Connor, I know this is a lot to take in at once..."
"That's not--I mean, it can't be... dad?"
Wesley, who's timing was impeccable, walked into the room and was promptly jumped by a kid's show-crazed Spike. The attention switched, and Connor took the oppurtunity to do some jumping of his own.
After a lot of yelling and biting (Spike), Lorne pulled Connor off of Angelus while Fred pulled Spike away from Wesley. Gunn stood in the doorway, staring. "What the hell..."
"OKAY," Fred interrupted, looking rather stressed. "Everyone just shut up for a minute while I explain. Connor, Angelus and Spike--another souled vampire from Sunnydale--are puppets because of a spell, which should wear off in a few days. Angel is also Angelus currently because he lost his soul due to a freak puppet incident. Spike, this is Connor, Angel's son. Any questions?" Everyone shook their heads except for Lorne.
"Angelus, where did you go?" he asked.
"I didn't 'go' anywhere. I just fell into this trap-door-cubby-hole-thing and got comfy there. Uh, that is to say… Stupid closet."
Gunn leaned against the doorframe and rubbed his head. "Okay, so if Angelus here is back then why ain't we killing him?"
"Yeah," Connor agreed, glaring in Angelus's general direction.
"Oh, Gunn, are you okay?" Gunn shrugged and Fred continued, "Well, Willow's gonna stop by tomorrow and fix up Angel's soul problem (or lack thereof), and since Angelus isn't too much of a threat--"
"Hey! Yes I am!"
"--all we have to worry about is keeping him contained and, if possible, gagged."
"Well, if you all don't mind," Lorne said, walking towards the door. "I'm gonna call it a night."
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna leave too," Gunn murmured, following Lorne. "I need to clear up some things, and… Damn, my head hurts..."
"So," Fred said, going to stand next to Wesley, who was frowning and holding his arm where Spike bit him. "Who wants Angel duty for tonight?"
"I'll watch the wanker," Spike said at the exact same time Connor said, "I'll watch the bastard." They both looked at each other and shared a small smile. Angelus looked worried and Wesley "escorted" him into the closet.
"Okay then!" Fred said, clapping her hands together. "Just remember: absolutely NO killing, understand? And Spike, no biting either," she added for Wesley's sake. Connor and Spike nodded, and with one last call of "good night!", Fred and Wesley took off.
TBC
--several colorful cusses and a cry of "help!" later--
Spike and Lorne both stood before the closet Angelus had been in, staring at the huge hole in the floor.
"This is bad. This is very bad. You realize Wes is going to kill me now, right? I mean, I was supposed to be puppet-sitting, and so I check on you and you're right as rain, but I never bothered to look in on Mr. Escape-From-Alcatraz, here." Lorne was getting truly worried. "Wesley is so going to kill me."
"Am I now?" Wesley asked, walking into the room with Fred and Connor. "Is there a reason involved?"
"Look," Lorne started. "Keep in mind that, technically, I did everything you told me to. But, heh..."
"We lost Angelus," Spike said simply, busy staring at Connor.
Connor backed away from Spike, a little disturbed. "What is that thing?"
Harmony, completely ignoring the rising havoc, walked into the office with a package in her arms. She set it in front of Spike.
"Here you go, Spikey." She left, and Spike opened the package with increasing joy.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Spike ran over to the TV, quickly opening the DVD player, and put in...
"SPIKE, NO!" Fred shouted, jumping him. "Wes, help! Grab the DVDs!" She stuggled holding down the squirmy puppet while Wesley did what she had asked, a little amused despite himself.
"Sneaky... little... twerp..." she growled, and then let him go once Wesley was out of the room.
"Those were mine!" Spike shouted, hands on his hips and eyebrows forming a v-shape. "I bought those with Angel's credit card for me!"
"Where the hell did you even get those from?" Fred asked, still upset.
"Ebay," Spike answered, as if it were obvious.
"Okay, that's it. I'm cutting you off from the internet, mister. And you'll get the DVDs back when we find Angelus, okay?"
Spike still wasn't happy, but he nodded reluctantly anyway.
"Just what DVDs were they, Freddikins?" Lorne asked.
"Smile Time!" Spike shouted happily. Lorne shook his head. "Figures."
"It's out on DVD?" Angelus asked, popping up from the hole in the closet and surprising everyone.
"It's him!"
"He's back!"
"Oh, joy."
"What the hell are those?!"
The attention then turned to Connor, who spoke last, and Fred walked over to him and touched his arm.
"Look, Connor, I know this is a lot to take in at once..."
"That's not--I mean, it can't be... dad?"
Wesley, who's timing was impeccable, walked into the room and was promptly jumped by a kid's show-crazed Spike. The attention switched, and Connor took the oppurtunity to do some jumping of his own.
After a lot of yelling and biting (Spike), Lorne pulled Connor off of Angelus while Fred pulled Spike away from Wesley. Gunn stood in the doorway, staring. "What the hell..."
"OKAY," Fred interrupted, looking rather stressed. "Everyone just shut up for a minute while I explain. Connor, Angelus and Spike--another souled vampire from Sunnydale--are puppets because of a spell, which should wear off in a few days. Angel is also Angelus currently because he lost his soul due to a freak puppet incident. Spike, this is Connor, Angel's son. Any questions?" Everyone shook their heads except for Lorne.
"Angelus, where did you go?" he asked.
"I didn't 'go' anywhere. I just fell into this trap-door-cubby-hole-thing and got comfy there. Uh, that is to say… Stupid closet."
Gunn leaned against the doorframe and rubbed his head. "Okay, so if Angelus here is back then why ain't we killing him?"
"Yeah," Connor agreed, glaring in Angelus's general direction.
"Oh, Gunn, are you okay?" Gunn shrugged and Fred continued, "Well, Willow's gonna stop by tomorrow and fix up Angel's soul problem (or lack thereof), and since Angelus isn't too much of a threat--"
"Hey! Yes I am!"
"--all we have to worry about is keeping him contained and, if possible, gagged."
"Well, if you all don't mind," Lorne said, walking towards the door. "I'm gonna call it a night."
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna leave too," Gunn murmured, following Lorne. "I need to clear up some things, and… Damn, my head hurts..."
"So," Fred said, going to stand next to Wesley, who was frowning and holding his arm where Spike bit him. "Who wants Angel duty for tonight?"
"I'll watch the wanker," Spike said at the exact same time Connor said, "I'll watch the bastard." They both looked at each other and shared a small smile. Angelus looked worried and Wesley "escorted" him into the closet.
"Okay then!" Fred said, clapping her hands together. "Just remember: absolutely NO killing, understand? And Spike, no biting either," she added for Wesley's sake. Connor and Spike nodded, and with one last call of "good night!", Fred and Wesley took off.
TBC