(A/N): Writer's block is a bitch. I can come up with ideas for five new
stories but can't think of another chapter. (Pout)
Chapter 9: Spike: Ambitious Aquarius?
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"Where do you think you're going, mister?" Chloe asked Lindsey in a reprimanding tone.
"Ohhhh." Lawson said in a low voice with a smirk on his face. "You're going to get it now. Ouch!" He rubbed his arm were Chloe had hit him.
Putting her hands on her hips, Chloe waited for Lindsey's answer, as Lindsey didn't remove his hand from the doorknob.
Sighing, Lindsey turned around. "I'm going to see if Rebecca needs any help. She should've been back by now."
Chloe frowned. "Do you really think she could be in trouble?"
Lawson snorted and Lindsey gave her a look that said 'What do you think?'
Chloe's hands dropped to her sides. "Fine. But when you see her tell her to meet me at he movies. We had a deal!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Lindsey mumbled as he stepped out of the door. Before he could close the door, Lindsey looked back at Chloe and grinned. "Be back in time for supper, darling."
The door shut as Chloe glared at it. Unfortunately, the door hardly felt the effects of her "Reporter's Interrogative Glare of Death". Lawson scrunched his nose in disgust.
"Christ! Why don't you two just get a room! Ow! Stop hitting me, Chlo! I'm a creature of the night for goodness sakes!"
Chloe sighed and finally put her 'Fists of Death' away. Now she had both Becca AND Lindsey to worry about. Not that she worried about Lindsey. He was a grown man.
'A grown man with an amazing body and a butt so glorious, women could make a shrine about it.'
Chloe's eyes widened as the voice inside her head objectified her newest tax write-off. She was sure Lindsey, being an ex-lawyer, could help her make it happen.
'Not only is he sexy, he's brilliant in a court room.'
Chloe walked, distractedly to her room as that annoying little voice in her head continued.
'You write Pulitzer Prize winning exposés on corrupted business CEO's and Lindsey puts him away.'
Chloe ended up in the kitchen, sighing contently as she let that little voice in her head lead her into a very appealing daydream. She didn't even notice when Lawson sat across from her.
"Shame, Chlo! Pining away for the Cowboy."
Chloe looked up at Lawson's mocking smirk.
"This from the vampire who makes it his mission in unlife to see Rebecca coming out of the shower in only a towel as much as inhumanly possible."
Chloe laughed as Lawson's face lost the little bit of color it still had.
"You better be careful. If Lindsey finds out he'll kick your ass. Ya know, we don't really know what Becca is. If she is a Slayer, you'd be just like Angel. Awww!"
Chloe fell right on her butt when Lawson kicked the chair from under her.
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"Do you even remember your birthday? Your actual birthday, I mean."
Becca looked at the blonde vampire in front of her with interest as she picked at the onion blossom in front of Spike before he could swat her hand away.
Spike mock glared but then sighed. "Not really. I think it was around fall. Why do you want to know?"
Becca shrugged and crossed her arms on the table. "I dunno. Wanted to see what your zodiac sign was. I see you as either a Saucy Scorpio or a Lovely Leo."
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow. "You're not all there are you, Rebecca?"
Becca smiled but frowned when she realized what he just called her. "Why do you call me that?"
Spike looked away from his beer and straight in her crystal blue eyes. "What? Isn't Rebecca your name?"
"Yeah, but people don't usually call me that, unless I'm in trouble. Usually it's Becca, or Becky, or Punching Bag."
Spike chuckled. "I dunno. I like the name Rebecca. It was my mother's name."
Becca's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?" Spike nodded.
"How did you find this place, Rebecca? I think it's a bit too promiscuous in nature for you to be hanging around in." Spike looked around and more felt than saw Becca's eyes roll.
"Shouldn't you be in school? Spike asked.
"Nay. I already had all my fancy book-learnin'." Becca momentarily feared that her eyes would get stuck in the back of her head as she rolled her eyes at Spike's skeptical look.
"As hard as it maybe to believe, hanging out at the local 'Hot Spot' with five of my closet bosom buddies sharing make up secrets is not how I'd enjoy to spend my day. I happen to find the ambiance very..."
A fight broke out at the bar and a multi-tentacled demon threw a vamp- fledgling across the bar and through the table behind Becca and Spike.
"Amusing." Becca smirked as Spike sighed, trying to hide his smile behind his beer bottle.
Suddenly, the beat to 'Try' by Nelly Furtado started playing from Becca's jacket pocket.
"Crap. Excuse me." Spike nodded as he watched the young woman move to the back of the bar. As she walked further away from him he noticed a pair of fledglings following Becca with their eyes. Spike narrowed his eyes and growled catching their attention. They immediately found elsewhere to look.
Spike slowly, rose up from his seat and advanced toward the two, but stopped when Becca came back.
"As much fun as this was. I really gotta go. Turns out Lindsey went to W&H's looking for me and ran into Angel... Let's just say after what Lindsey said to Angel, I expect to find a little, cotton foot stuck up Linds butt."
Spike grinned. "Fine. I'll drop you off at W&H's."
Becca turned to face him as they walked out of the bar. "Actually I have to meet a friend somewhere. I was wondering if you could keep them from tearing each other apart? Wouldn't want ta have step over all those internal organs and cotton, right?"
Spike nodded. "Fine. But you won't get to see the look on Angel's face when I give him the present we picked up for him." Spike waved a medium-sized gift box, decorated in Muppet Characters.
Becca snapped her fingers and sighed. "Damn!"
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Lindsey looked on as he sat, perched on a desk behind the table that currently held Angel's mangled Puppet form.
"Damn, Angel. What happened to you?" The humor in his voice was clear as it replaced any actual concern one who didn't know their relationship would have thought should be there.
Angel moved his newly re-stitched hand over his face. "Nina, a werewolf we house here during the full moon nights, tried to eat me."
A slowly eeeevil grin appeared on Lindsey's face. "Ya know, Angel. All this time being the Impotent Avenger and the first time a girl tries to eat you is as a puppet. Are you even 'atomically correct'?"
Angel's whole puppet body began quaking but before he could pounce on Lindsey, Lorne held him down. Lindsey seemed to be bubbling with excitement, bouncing on his feet, anxious about the brigade of jokes he was going to be sending Angel's way.
"Hold on, Prince. Don't want you to pop a stitch, do we?" Lindsey laughed even harder as Angel grumbled and wiggled under Lorne's hands. Lorne had pins in his mouth and a tape measure around his neck as he tried to sew up Angel's "wounds."
"Stop moving around, Pinochio! If you keep squirming then you'll be turned back into a real boy with needles in his butt! OW!" Angel bit him and with the combination of bites and needle pricks to his fingers, Lorne was losing an undesirable amount of blood.
"Why is it that you think Angel would mind being stuck in the ass with pricks? Shit!"
This time Lorne couldn't hold back Angel....
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"So what is it that you want to see?"
Rebecca stood in the front of the multiplex with Chloe.
"We have to go see The Passion. I heard it was very riveting." Chloe moved toward the ticket booth, but stopped when she realized that Becca wasn't walking with her.
"Becky? Are you okay? Don't tell me that a lifetime of fighting demons and a movie frightens you." Chloe smiled, unable to believe that a movie would scare the natural-born fighter. Becca shook her head as Chloe stood beside her and guided her to the booth.
"Nah. I'm fine. Just didn't expect to be seeing this movie. More of a comedy fan myself. Oh!!!!!!! Lord of the Rings is still showing ! Must...Go...See...!!!!!
After finally prying Becca off of the LotR poster, Chloe having to convince her that seeing a movie five times already was enough. So they bought their tickets to see The Passion and decided to play arcade games until it was time to see the movie. When it was finally time, Becca bought a pack of M&M's and Chloe, a box of Milk Duds ad they finally entered the small theatre.
Becca released a breath she didn't know she was holding.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gunn looked at the doctor who originally gave him the brain boost from thug to uber-lawyer, in confusion. "Why would they do that?"
The Doctor laughed. "You never know with them."
Gunn shook his head in denial. "I can't lose this. This power, these skills, they've—they've changed me, given me... "
"Meaning? And to have it taken away, it's... heartbreaking." The doctor shook his head sympathetically but the lightness in his voice made it evident that he din't really give a damn.
"Though I do think Cliff Robertson captured the poignance of it more elegantly."
Angry, Gunn stood, glaring at the doctor. "I'm not going back to who I was."
The doctor shrugged. "Well, maybe, maybe not." Turning his back on Gunn, he walked to a computer.
"See, I, uh... always have a few things going on the side. Currently, I have a lot of capital sunk into a shipment that's being held up at customs."
"Drugs?"
The doctor chuckled. "Goodness, no. I make my own drugs. No, just an ancient curio, a collectible I hope to turn a profit on."
He turned back around to face Gunn. "If I was to give you the permanent upgrade, I'd say that, uh, you'd be more than able to cut through all of my red-tape problems."
"I don't make deals with people like you."
The dangerous gleam in the doctor's eyes increased tenfold. The epitome of temptation. "And believe me, Charles, I don't make deals with people like you. Not the person you really are, the ignorant street muscle...the high- school dropout... I would, however, love to make a deal with Charles Gunn, Attorney at Law."
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In the movie theatre, Chloe watched the screen her eyes as wide as saucers as she watched Jesus Christ being nailed to the crucifix. Behind her, a slightly pale Becca watched on as she squirmed in her seat. Becca was adamant about sitting the seat behind Chloe, just in case her reaction to the violence took a turn for the worse. Her face was contorted in pain and she accidentally kicked the blonde reporter's chair, the abrupt moving jarred Chloe out of her haze.
Chloe turned her head slightly around while still keeping her eyes fixed on the screen. "Becky? What's the matter?"
Becca opened her mouth to answer but quickly shut her mouth as she moaned quietly in pain, cradling her head in her hands. All of Chloe's attention focused on the young woman. Writhing in pain, she pushed herself up and out of her seat and barked at Chloe.
"Stay!"
Quickly she moved her way into the bathroom where she ran into a stall and vomited. The wrenching of her stomach only made her head hurt more as she slid to the floor and tried to pull herself together. Her eyes were closed to shield her from the bright florescent lights. She didn't open them until she left the stall and reached the mirror, turning on the water. Washing her mouth out as she took handfuls of water and brought them to her mouth.
"I know that you despise all things pink but I could run to the store and get you some Pepto bismol."
Becca stared into the mirror, seeing no one but herself. Despite her current condition she laughed, although a bit wryly at Lawson's joke. Slowly, she turned around and was surprised by how close he was. Their faces were inches apart and Becca could see the concern in his brown eyes.
"It's dark out so I decided to see if I could catch up with you two. What happened?"
Before Becca could answer Chloe busted in.
"What was that about?!" Chloe nearly screamed but lowered her voice when she saw Becca bend her head down as she raised her hands to her head.
"We have to go to Wolfram & Hart. Someone from the inside is going to betray Angel. We have to stop it before it can happen."
Lawson and Chloe glanced at each other in confusion as they watched Becca stride out of the bathroom and toward the door of the multiplex. They jogged to catch up with her.
"Wait. "Lawson said as the three busted through the door. "How do you know?" Lawson stopped suddenly as he smelt salt water and something else very familiar...
Becca turned around and Chloe's and Lawson's eyes widened at what they saw.
"I felt it." Becca stated as she wiped away the blood tears that slowly streamed down her face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Harmony!" Becca called out as she walked through the elevator doors with Lawson and Chloe.
Harmony smiled that sorta ditzy smile until she saw Lawson. It turned into more of a sultry smile as she regarded him.
"Hello. How may I be of service?" Harmony's voice was unnaturally low and both Lawson and Chloe rolled her eyes.
"Ya know, Harmony? If I had put a noose around your neck it wouldn't have killed you but it woulda been a fun sight to see."
Harmony glared at Lawson as Chloe stifled a laugh.
"Look! Harmony! We don't have time for this! Where's Angel?"
"He went to that puppet show "Smile Time" to stop the evil puppets from draining all the life outta their audience."
"Thanks. "Becca mumbled as she flew toward the elevator. "Chloe, I want you to stay here. Harmony will take you to Lorne."
Lawson followed Becca and Chloe opened her mouth to protest but Harmony's voice stopped them.
"You might as well wait here. Angel'll be back soon. I mean, no point in going all the way over there when he lives in the building. We know he'll be back."
Chloe watched the emotions play on Becca's face as she finally sighed and slumped her shoulders, conceding in an uneasy agreement.
"Fine. I guess we wait."
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Chapter 9: Spike: Ambitious Aquarius?
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"Where do you think you're going, mister?" Chloe asked Lindsey in a reprimanding tone.
"Ohhhh." Lawson said in a low voice with a smirk on his face. "You're going to get it now. Ouch!" He rubbed his arm were Chloe had hit him.
Putting her hands on her hips, Chloe waited for Lindsey's answer, as Lindsey didn't remove his hand from the doorknob.
Sighing, Lindsey turned around. "I'm going to see if Rebecca needs any help. She should've been back by now."
Chloe frowned. "Do you really think she could be in trouble?"
Lawson snorted and Lindsey gave her a look that said 'What do you think?'
Chloe's hands dropped to her sides. "Fine. But when you see her tell her to meet me at he movies. We had a deal!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Lindsey mumbled as he stepped out of the door. Before he could close the door, Lindsey looked back at Chloe and grinned. "Be back in time for supper, darling."
The door shut as Chloe glared at it. Unfortunately, the door hardly felt the effects of her "Reporter's Interrogative Glare of Death". Lawson scrunched his nose in disgust.
"Christ! Why don't you two just get a room! Ow! Stop hitting me, Chlo! I'm a creature of the night for goodness sakes!"
Chloe sighed and finally put her 'Fists of Death' away. Now she had both Becca AND Lindsey to worry about. Not that she worried about Lindsey. He was a grown man.
'A grown man with an amazing body and a butt so glorious, women could make a shrine about it.'
Chloe's eyes widened as the voice inside her head objectified her newest tax write-off. She was sure Lindsey, being an ex-lawyer, could help her make it happen.
'Not only is he sexy, he's brilliant in a court room.'
Chloe walked, distractedly to her room as that annoying little voice in her head continued.
'You write Pulitzer Prize winning exposés on corrupted business CEO's and Lindsey puts him away.'
Chloe ended up in the kitchen, sighing contently as she let that little voice in her head lead her into a very appealing daydream. She didn't even notice when Lawson sat across from her.
"Shame, Chlo! Pining away for the Cowboy."
Chloe looked up at Lawson's mocking smirk.
"This from the vampire who makes it his mission in unlife to see Rebecca coming out of the shower in only a towel as much as inhumanly possible."
Chloe laughed as Lawson's face lost the little bit of color it still had.
"You better be careful. If Lindsey finds out he'll kick your ass. Ya know, we don't really know what Becca is. If she is a Slayer, you'd be just like Angel. Awww!"
Chloe fell right on her butt when Lawson kicked the chair from under her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Do you even remember your birthday? Your actual birthday, I mean."
Becca looked at the blonde vampire in front of her with interest as she picked at the onion blossom in front of Spike before he could swat her hand away.
Spike mock glared but then sighed. "Not really. I think it was around fall. Why do you want to know?"
Becca shrugged and crossed her arms on the table. "I dunno. Wanted to see what your zodiac sign was. I see you as either a Saucy Scorpio or a Lovely Leo."
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow. "You're not all there are you, Rebecca?"
Becca smiled but frowned when she realized what he just called her. "Why do you call me that?"
Spike looked away from his beer and straight in her crystal blue eyes. "What? Isn't Rebecca your name?"
"Yeah, but people don't usually call me that, unless I'm in trouble. Usually it's Becca, or Becky, or Punching Bag."
Spike chuckled. "I dunno. I like the name Rebecca. It was my mother's name."
Becca's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?" Spike nodded.
"How did you find this place, Rebecca? I think it's a bit too promiscuous in nature for you to be hanging around in." Spike looked around and more felt than saw Becca's eyes roll.
"Shouldn't you be in school? Spike asked.
"Nay. I already had all my fancy book-learnin'." Becca momentarily feared that her eyes would get stuck in the back of her head as she rolled her eyes at Spike's skeptical look.
"As hard as it maybe to believe, hanging out at the local 'Hot Spot' with five of my closet bosom buddies sharing make up secrets is not how I'd enjoy to spend my day. I happen to find the ambiance very..."
A fight broke out at the bar and a multi-tentacled demon threw a vamp- fledgling across the bar and through the table behind Becca and Spike.
"Amusing." Becca smirked as Spike sighed, trying to hide his smile behind his beer bottle.
Suddenly, the beat to 'Try' by Nelly Furtado started playing from Becca's jacket pocket.
"Crap. Excuse me." Spike nodded as he watched the young woman move to the back of the bar. As she walked further away from him he noticed a pair of fledglings following Becca with their eyes. Spike narrowed his eyes and growled catching their attention. They immediately found elsewhere to look.
Spike slowly, rose up from his seat and advanced toward the two, but stopped when Becca came back.
"As much fun as this was. I really gotta go. Turns out Lindsey went to W&H's looking for me and ran into Angel... Let's just say after what Lindsey said to Angel, I expect to find a little, cotton foot stuck up Linds butt."
Spike grinned. "Fine. I'll drop you off at W&H's."
Becca turned to face him as they walked out of the bar. "Actually I have to meet a friend somewhere. I was wondering if you could keep them from tearing each other apart? Wouldn't want ta have step over all those internal organs and cotton, right?"
Spike nodded. "Fine. But you won't get to see the look on Angel's face when I give him the present we picked up for him." Spike waved a medium-sized gift box, decorated in Muppet Characters.
Becca snapped her fingers and sighed. "Damn!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lindsey looked on as he sat, perched on a desk behind the table that currently held Angel's mangled Puppet form.
"Damn, Angel. What happened to you?" The humor in his voice was clear as it replaced any actual concern one who didn't know their relationship would have thought should be there.
Angel moved his newly re-stitched hand over his face. "Nina, a werewolf we house here during the full moon nights, tried to eat me."
A slowly eeeevil grin appeared on Lindsey's face. "Ya know, Angel. All this time being the Impotent Avenger and the first time a girl tries to eat you is as a puppet. Are you even 'atomically correct'?"
Angel's whole puppet body began quaking but before he could pounce on Lindsey, Lorne held him down. Lindsey seemed to be bubbling with excitement, bouncing on his feet, anxious about the brigade of jokes he was going to be sending Angel's way.
"Hold on, Prince. Don't want you to pop a stitch, do we?" Lindsey laughed even harder as Angel grumbled and wiggled under Lorne's hands. Lorne had pins in his mouth and a tape measure around his neck as he tried to sew up Angel's "wounds."
"Stop moving around, Pinochio! If you keep squirming then you'll be turned back into a real boy with needles in his butt! OW!" Angel bit him and with the combination of bites and needle pricks to his fingers, Lorne was losing an undesirable amount of blood.
"Why is it that you think Angel would mind being stuck in the ass with pricks? Shit!"
This time Lorne couldn't hold back Angel....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So what is it that you want to see?"
Rebecca stood in the front of the multiplex with Chloe.
"We have to go see The Passion. I heard it was very riveting." Chloe moved toward the ticket booth, but stopped when she realized that Becca wasn't walking with her.
"Becky? Are you okay? Don't tell me that a lifetime of fighting demons and a movie frightens you." Chloe smiled, unable to believe that a movie would scare the natural-born fighter. Becca shook her head as Chloe stood beside her and guided her to the booth.
"Nah. I'm fine. Just didn't expect to be seeing this movie. More of a comedy fan myself. Oh!!!!!!! Lord of the Rings is still showing ! Must...Go...See...!!!!!
After finally prying Becca off of the LotR poster, Chloe having to convince her that seeing a movie five times already was enough. So they bought their tickets to see The Passion and decided to play arcade games until it was time to see the movie. When it was finally time, Becca bought a pack of M&M's and Chloe, a box of Milk Duds ad they finally entered the small theatre.
Becca released a breath she didn't know she was holding.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gunn looked at the doctor who originally gave him the brain boost from thug to uber-lawyer, in confusion. "Why would they do that?"
The Doctor laughed. "You never know with them."
Gunn shook his head in denial. "I can't lose this. This power, these skills, they've—they've changed me, given me... "
"Meaning? And to have it taken away, it's... heartbreaking." The doctor shook his head sympathetically but the lightness in his voice made it evident that he din't really give a damn.
"Though I do think Cliff Robertson captured the poignance of it more elegantly."
Angry, Gunn stood, glaring at the doctor. "I'm not going back to who I was."
The doctor shrugged. "Well, maybe, maybe not." Turning his back on Gunn, he walked to a computer.
"See, I, uh... always have a few things going on the side. Currently, I have a lot of capital sunk into a shipment that's being held up at customs."
"Drugs?"
The doctor chuckled. "Goodness, no. I make my own drugs. No, just an ancient curio, a collectible I hope to turn a profit on."
He turned back around to face Gunn. "If I was to give you the permanent upgrade, I'd say that, uh, you'd be more than able to cut through all of my red-tape problems."
"I don't make deals with people like you."
The dangerous gleam in the doctor's eyes increased tenfold. The epitome of temptation. "And believe me, Charles, I don't make deals with people like you. Not the person you really are, the ignorant street muscle...the high- school dropout... I would, however, love to make a deal with Charles Gunn, Attorney at Law."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the movie theatre, Chloe watched the screen her eyes as wide as saucers as she watched Jesus Christ being nailed to the crucifix. Behind her, a slightly pale Becca watched on as she squirmed in her seat. Becca was adamant about sitting the seat behind Chloe, just in case her reaction to the violence took a turn for the worse. Her face was contorted in pain and she accidentally kicked the blonde reporter's chair, the abrupt moving jarred Chloe out of her haze.
Chloe turned her head slightly around while still keeping her eyes fixed on the screen. "Becky? What's the matter?"
Becca opened her mouth to answer but quickly shut her mouth as she moaned quietly in pain, cradling her head in her hands. All of Chloe's attention focused on the young woman. Writhing in pain, she pushed herself up and out of her seat and barked at Chloe.
"Stay!"
Quickly she moved her way into the bathroom where she ran into a stall and vomited. The wrenching of her stomach only made her head hurt more as she slid to the floor and tried to pull herself together. Her eyes were closed to shield her from the bright florescent lights. She didn't open them until she left the stall and reached the mirror, turning on the water. Washing her mouth out as she took handfuls of water and brought them to her mouth.
"I know that you despise all things pink but I could run to the store and get you some Pepto bismol."
Becca stared into the mirror, seeing no one but herself. Despite her current condition she laughed, although a bit wryly at Lawson's joke. Slowly, she turned around and was surprised by how close he was. Their faces were inches apart and Becca could see the concern in his brown eyes.
"It's dark out so I decided to see if I could catch up with you two. What happened?"
Before Becca could answer Chloe busted in.
"What was that about?!" Chloe nearly screamed but lowered her voice when she saw Becca bend her head down as she raised her hands to her head.
"We have to go to Wolfram & Hart. Someone from the inside is going to betray Angel. We have to stop it before it can happen."
Lawson and Chloe glanced at each other in confusion as they watched Becca stride out of the bathroom and toward the door of the multiplex. They jogged to catch up with her.
"Wait. "Lawson said as the three busted through the door. "How do you know?" Lawson stopped suddenly as he smelt salt water and something else very familiar...
Becca turned around and Chloe's and Lawson's eyes widened at what they saw.
"I felt it." Becca stated as she wiped away the blood tears that slowly streamed down her face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Harmony!" Becca called out as she walked through the elevator doors with Lawson and Chloe.
Harmony smiled that sorta ditzy smile until she saw Lawson. It turned into more of a sultry smile as she regarded him.
"Hello. How may I be of service?" Harmony's voice was unnaturally low and both Lawson and Chloe rolled her eyes.
"Ya know, Harmony? If I had put a noose around your neck it wouldn't have killed you but it woulda been a fun sight to see."
Harmony glared at Lawson as Chloe stifled a laugh.
"Look! Harmony! We don't have time for this! Where's Angel?"
"He went to that puppet show "Smile Time" to stop the evil puppets from draining all the life outta their audience."
"Thanks. "Becca mumbled as she flew toward the elevator. "Chloe, I want you to stay here. Harmony will take you to Lorne."
Lawson followed Becca and Chloe opened her mouth to protest but Harmony's voice stopped them.
"You might as well wait here. Angel'll be back soon. I mean, no point in going all the way over there when he lives in the building. We know he'll be back."
Chloe watched the emotions play on Becca's face as she finally sighed and slumped her shoulders, conceding in an uneasy agreement.
"Fine. I guess we wait."
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R&R