AN: I do not own the song 'What If' by Kate Winslet, I just use random lines to add to the story! Or the song by Josh Groban
AN 2: Sorry for taking so long! I got writers block!
Thank you's to: Darryl – I really appreciate it, and please keep reading!
Cordyfan – I love all your support, hope you like this
Chapter Six
Harmony and Tamika crashed through the conference room window. Harmony threw the brunette onto the table and staked her with a chopstick. "I didn't mean to do that yet," Harmony said to Angel.
- -
"You should have just come to me," Angel told her.
"Gee, I wish I would have thought of telling her that," Fred replied.
"I'm really, really sorry, you guys. I totally wouldn't have hit you over he head and put you in the closet if I didn't have a really good reason. It's just... I was scared, and... I know you never wanted me as your assistant, and... OK, I made some bad choices. I mean, it's not like I have a soul. I have to try a lot harder," Harmony explained, near tears.
Gunn walked into the office. "How's it going in there?" Wesley asked him.
"Well, so far, no heads are rolling." Gunn replied. "How 'bout in here?" Harmony turned and looked at him. He smiled at her weakly.
"Harmony could've handled it better, but she didn't kill anyone," Fred replied. Gunn nodded. Harmony mouthed an 'I'm sorry', at him. 'for what?' Gunn mouthed back. Harmony shrugged.
"You'll be clean in 2 days, but I'll be watchin' you." The blood tester man, Rudy said, leaving.
"I know. He won't have to be watching 'cause... I'll just pack up my desk," the blonde decided.
"Harmony? Just bring us some coffee," Angel said to her retreating back. She walked out of his office frowning. She glanced at her hand. The hand he'd held for a split second. She glanced at Gunn. He was no longer looking at her.
What was he feeling? Pity? Love? Sadness? Disappointment? She only wanted to know the truth.
- -
Who can say for certain?
Maybe you're still here,
I feel you all around me,
Your memories so clear.
- -
"Harmony, did you get a receipt from the county clerk on that filing I did for the Wayburn case?" Gunn asked, walking over to her desk. He was talking to her. That was a start. Harmony smiled at him.
"Oh! Yeah. Clerk's office called, said you filed the wrong papers," she replied.
"What?" Gunn asked.
"Yeah," she replied. "Um, you sent them a motion for change of venue instead of a motion to dismiss. Unless you meant to do that. Some kind of tricky lawyer manoeuvring you're trying to pull. That it?"
Keep talking Harmony, she thought. Maybe swing the conversation round a little bit. "Yeah. Keep 'em on their toes," he replied, walking away.
She sighed and watched his retreating back. Suddenly, he turned and walked towards her again. "Harm, I know that talking is a big issue between us at the moment." She looked down at her feet as he continued. "But I miss you." She looked back up at him.
"I miss you too," she mumbled.
"What happened. . ."
"Was stupid," she finished for him. Gunn nodded.
"I'm not saying that we should get back together. But, talking is good. Talking together. Talking at work. Angel. . . Angel was suspicious. Harmony, I still care for you. A lot. I just don't know where we go from here."
"I'm so sorry," she said.
"So am I." He smiled at her, and walked away for a final time.
- -
And if I said that we could turn it back
Right back to the start
Would you take the chance and make the change
- -
Harmony looked down at her perfectly manicured nails. She picked up her pen, and answered the phone. "Hello, Wolfram and Hart, Angel's PA here. . . Gunn?!"
- -
If I'd stayed
If you'd tried
If we could only turn back time
But I guess we'll never know
- -
"Harmony, we have to talk," Gunn said.
"Well, I know we haven't really had much of a chance. . . but. . . uh. . ." What are you saying, Harmony asked herself. You want to be with him!
- -
What if I had never let you go
Would you be the man I used to know
What if I had never walked away
'Cos I still love you more than I can say
- -
"It depends why we have to talk," she decided.
"It doesn't matter," he said, hurt. "I. . . I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Gunn, wait!" But he hadn't already put the phone down.
- -
"Gunn, we have a demon on the line. Thinks he can give us that sword we want," Angel told him.
"Great," Gunn replied. "I'll go pick it up." Gunn went to stand up.
"I want you to take Wesley and Harmony with you," the vampire said. "I think we might need a female there in case it gets out of hand. And Wes knows how to use a gun." Gunn sighed, and nodded. "The car's outside ready to take you there," Angel instructed him, picking up the phone.
"Harmony," Angel said, into the receiver. "Can you make a call to Wes. The car's outside ready to take you."
"Righty-o boss," Harmony said.
"It's all arranged," Angel told him. "Suits, and guns. This may need to become a full-on attack." Gunn opened the door. "Gunn, please don't let it get to that." Gunn half smiled and walked out of the office.
- -
Nervously, the three sat in the car. Harmony looking out of the window, Gunn in the other seat, and Wesley in the passenger seat. "I still don't understand why Fred couldn't go," Harmony said, looking out of the window.
"After what happened last time, I'm sure Angel doesn't want to risk it," Wesley said, trying to remain calm.
"I guess our talk came earlier than we thought," Gunn said to the blonde softly.
"What I said," she said, whispering back. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just. . . what I said before. I do miss you. And I don't want you to raise my hopes."
"That's not what I want either," Gunn replied.
"Then I suppose we're on the same wavelength," she said.
"I suppose we are."
"We're here," Wesley said, ending their conversation. Gunn opened the door and looked up at the large mansion.
"A demon owns this place?" Gunn questioned.
"No. . . Wolfram and Hart does," Wesley replied. "Means we can watch the meeting, and make sure nothing goes wrong. Cameras in every corner. Shame it would take half an hour for Angel to get here."
"Actually, he has a helicopter," Harmony said, walking over to them. "So shall we do this thing?" she asked. The two men nodded and they walked over to the door.
"Wolfram and Hart lawyer Charles Gunn," Gunn said into the intercom. "I come with Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Harmony Kendall. We come for the weapons agreement and trade."
The door automatically opened, and a man stood in front of them. "This way please," he said. The three followed him into a large red, dimly lit room with a roaring fire. The chair turned to reveal a grotesque demon smoking a pipe. Harmony looked down to muffle her giggles at the sight.
"You brought miniscule beings," the demon pointed out. "A top lawyer like yourself should have brought backup."
"I have all the backup I need," Gunn told him. "I bring Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Harmony Kendall."
"You know, we could easily reach a simpler agreement. . ." the demon said, rising and walking towards Harmony. "It wouldn't cost Wolfram and Hart a penny." The demon reached out and touched Harmony's cheek. "What do you say?"
Deeply angered, Gunn tried to remain calm. "My boss has decided you accept money only."
"Pity. . ." the demon said. "We would have been great together," he told Harmony. She looked at him, disgusted as smoke was breathed into her face.
"Anyway. . ." Wesley cut in. "I believe we should start the trade for the sword?" The demon nodded and picked up a large box. He opened it to the sword with crystal gems on the handle.
"Made in 1482 by the higher beings, this was made to slay darkness. Of course, the incantation to make this possible is long gone. . . I believe a million dollars should make this a fair deal?" the demon requested.
"Two thousand, and we don't bring your extra-curricular activities to court," Gunn replied. The demon looked suddenly nervous and stretched out his hand.
"You make a tough deal Mr. Gunn." Gunn went to shake the demons hand.
"Halt! You are making illegal agreements." Around twenty men, guns in hand surrounding the small group. Wesley laughed.
"I believe you are illegally stepping on private property," the ex-watcher said, taking a contract out of his pocket.
"Sincere apologies," a man with a gun said, bowing slightly. He beckoned to his troops to move out.
Gunn turned back to the demon. He wasn't there, but the sword still was. "Must have got scared," Harmony decided. "But we still have the sword. And we're all alive. That's good." She looked at Gunn.
"It's very good," he agreed.
- -
"We got the sword boss," Harmony said, laying it on th table in front of Angel. Angel nodded.
"Thanks guys. Wes, could you take that box up to Fred for me please? I need her to sort through it," Angel asked. Wesley nodded, picked it up and left. "Harmony, could you and Gunn go down to confinement and pick up a necklace down there? It's under Biological Finds."
The pair nodded, and made their way out of the office.
- -
They stood in the large room, looking at the many cupboards, all containing Biological items, such as jewellery and clothes, made from experiments. They split up to look around. "Angel's got us working together a lot today," Harmony pointed out.
"Good old Angel," Gunn said, looking through a box.
"I mean, it's not a bad thing. . ." she said, turning to look at him. "I would give it another try. But. . . I don't think you want to."
"I don't know what I want Harmony. But right now, something's going on. I can't remember all these laws. I've gotta get to the doctors, then I can think straight again. . ."
AN 2: Sorry for taking so long! I got writers block!
Thank you's to: Darryl – I really appreciate it, and please keep reading!
Cordyfan – I love all your support, hope you like this
Chapter Six
Harmony and Tamika crashed through the conference room window. Harmony threw the brunette onto the table and staked her with a chopstick. "I didn't mean to do that yet," Harmony said to Angel.
- -
"You should have just come to me," Angel told her.
"Gee, I wish I would have thought of telling her that," Fred replied.
"I'm really, really sorry, you guys. I totally wouldn't have hit you over he head and put you in the closet if I didn't have a really good reason. It's just... I was scared, and... I know you never wanted me as your assistant, and... OK, I made some bad choices. I mean, it's not like I have a soul. I have to try a lot harder," Harmony explained, near tears.
Gunn walked into the office. "How's it going in there?" Wesley asked him.
"Well, so far, no heads are rolling." Gunn replied. "How 'bout in here?" Harmony turned and looked at him. He smiled at her weakly.
"Harmony could've handled it better, but she didn't kill anyone," Fred replied. Gunn nodded. Harmony mouthed an 'I'm sorry', at him. 'for what?' Gunn mouthed back. Harmony shrugged.
"You'll be clean in 2 days, but I'll be watchin' you." The blood tester man, Rudy said, leaving.
"I know. He won't have to be watching 'cause... I'll just pack up my desk," the blonde decided.
"Harmony? Just bring us some coffee," Angel said to her retreating back. She walked out of his office frowning. She glanced at her hand. The hand he'd held for a split second. She glanced at Gunn. He was no longer looking at her.
What was he feeling? Pity? Love? Sadness? Disappointment? She only wanted to know the truth.
- -
Who can say for certain?
Maybe you're still here,
I feel you all around me,
Your memories so clear.
- -
"Harmony, did you get a receipt from the county clerk on that filing I did for the Wayburn case?" Gunn asked, walking over to her desk. He was talking to her. That was a start. Harmony smiled at him.
"Oh! Yeah. Clerk's office called, said you filed the wrong papers," she replied.
"What?" Gunn asked.
"Yeah," she replied. "Um, you sent them a motion for change of venue instead of a motion to dismiss. Unless you meant to do that. Some kind of tricky lawyer manoeuvring you're trying to pull. That it?"
Keep talking Harmony, she thought. Maybe swing the conversation round a little bit. "Yeah. Keep 'em on their toes," he replied, walking away.
She sighed and watched his retreating back. Suddenly, he turned and walked towards her again. "Harm, I know that talking is a big issue between us at the moment." She looked down at her feet as he continued. "But I miss you." She looked back up at him.
"I miss you too," she mumbled.
"What happened. . ."
"Was stupid," she finished for him. Gunn nodded.
"I'm not saying that we should get back together. But, talking is good. Talking together. Talking at work. Angel. . . Angel was suspicious. Harmony, I still care for you. A lot. I just don't know where we go from here."
"I'm so sorry," she said.
"So am I." He smiled at her, and walked away for a final time.
- -
And if I said that we could turn it back
Right back to the start
Would you take the chance and make the change
- -
Harmony looked down at her perfectly manicured nails. She picked up her pen, and answered the phone. "Hello, Wolfram and Hart, Angel's PA here. . . Gunn?!"
- -
If I'd stayed
If you'd tried
If we could only turn back time
But I guess we'll never know
- -
"Harmony, we have to talk," Gunn said.
"Well, I know we haven't really had much of a chance. . . but. . . uh. . ." What are you saying, Harmony asked herself. You want to be with him!
- -
What if I had never let you go
Would you be the man I used to know
What if I had never walked away
'Cos I still love you more than I can say
- -
"It depends why we have to talk," she decided.
"It doesn't matter," he said, hurt. "I. . . I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Gunn, wait!" But he hadn't already put the phone down.
- -
"Gunn, we have a demon on the line. Thinks he can give us that sword we want," Angel told him.
"Great," Gunn replied. "I'll go pick it up." Gunn went to stand up.
"I want you to take Wesley and Harmony with you," the vampire said. "I think we might need a female there in case it gets out of hand. And Wes knows how to use a gun." Gunn sighed, and nodded. "The car's outside ready to take you there," Angel instructed him, picking up the phone.
"Harmony," Angel said, into the receiver. "Can you make a call to Wes. The car's outside ready to take you."
"Righty-o boss," Harmony said.
"It's all arranged," Angel told him. "Suits, and guns. This may need to become a full-on attack." Gunn opened the door. "Gunn, please don't let it get to that." Gunn half smiled and walked out of the office.
- -
Nervously, the three sat in the car. Harmony looking out of the window, Gunn in the other seat, and Wesley in the passenger seat. "I still don't understand why Fred couldn't go," Harmony said, looking out of the window.
"After what happened last time, I'm sure Angel doesn't want to risk it," Wesley said, trying to remain calm.
"I guess our talk came earlier than we thought," Gunn said to the blonde softly.
"What I said," she said, whispering back. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just. . . what I said before. I do miss you. And I don't want you to raise my hopes."
"That's not what I want either," Gunn replied.
"Then I suppose we're on the same wavelength," she said.
"I suppose we are."
"We're here," Wesley said, ending their conversation. Gunn opened the door and looked up at the large mansion.
"A demon owns this place?" Gunn questioned.
"No. . . Wolfram and Hart does," Wesley replied. "Means we can watch the meeting, and make sure nothing goes wrong. Cameras in every corner. Shame it would take half an hour for Angel to get here."
"Actually, he has a helicopter," Harmony said, walking over to them. "So shall we do this thing?" she asked. The two men nodded and they walked over to the door.
"Wolfram and Hart lawyer Charles Gunn," Gunn said into the intercom. "I come with Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Harmony Kendall. We come for the weapons agreement and trade."
The door automatically opened, and a man stood in front of them. "This way please," he said. The three followed him into a large red, dimly lit room with a roaring fire. The chair turned to reveal a grotesque demon smoking a pipe. Harmony looked down to muffle her giggles at the sight.
"You brought miniscule beings," the demon pointed out. "A top lawyer like yourself should have brought backup."
"I have all the backup I need," Gunn told him. "I bring Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Harmony Kendall."
"You know, we could easily reach a simpler agreement. . ." the demon said, rising and walking towards Harmony. "It wouldn't cost Wolfram and Hart a penny." The demon reached out and touched Harmony's cheek. "What do you say?"
Deeply angered, Gunn tried to remain calm. "My boss has decided you accept money only."
"Pity. . ." the demon said. "We would have been great together," he told Harmony. She looked at him, disgusted as smoke was breathed into her face.
"Anyway. . ." Wesley cut in. "I believe we should start the trade for the sword?" The demon nodded and picked up a large box. He opened it to the sword with crystal gems on the handle.
"Made in 1482 by the higher beings, this was made to slay darkness. Of course, the incantation to make this possible is long gone. . . I believe a million dollars should make this a fair deal?" the demon requested.
"Two thousand, and we don't bring your extra-curricular activities to court," Gunn replied. The demon looked suddenly nervous and stretched out his hand.
"You make a tough deal Mr. Gunn." Gunn went to shake the demons hand.
"Halt! You are making illegal agreements." Around twenty men, guns in hand surrounding the small group. Wesley laughed.
"I believe you are illegally stepping on private property," the ex-watcher said, taking a contract out of his pocket.
"Sincere apologies," a man with a gun said, bowing slightly. He beckoned to his troops to move out.
Gunn turned back to the demon. He wasn't there, but the sword still was. "Must have got scared," Harmony decided. "But we still have the sword. And we're all alive. That's good." She looked at Gunn.
"It's very good," he agreed.
- -
"We got the sword boss," Harmony said, laying it on th table in front of Angel. Angel nodded.
"Thanks guys. Wes, could you take that box up to Fred for me please? I need her to sort through it," Angel asked. Wesley nodded, picked it up and left. "Harmony, could you and Gunn go down to confinement and pick up a necklace down there? It's under Biological Finds."
The pair nodded, and made their way out of the office.
- -
They stood in the large room, looking at the many cupboards, all containing Biological items, such as jewellery and clothes, made from experiments. They split up to look around. "Angel's got us working together a lot today," Harmony pointed out.
"Good old Angel," Gunn said, looking through a box.
"I mean, it's not a bad thing. . ." she said, turning to look at him. "I would give it another try. But. . . I don't think you want to."
"I don't know what I want Harmony. But right now, something's going on. I can't remember all these laws. I've gotta get to the doctors, then I can think straight again. . ."