--------------The Bad and The Hopeless Chapter 3!!!!!
Disclaimer: If I owned Angel I wouldn't be writing this. I would be stroking him.
Author's Note: Heya chums! This enstallmentand the next mean angsty, Liam-and-Angel time, and Gunn
and Lorne get used to life with a seventeeth century man. Now with added obsessions with crosswords!
Dedication: To Tiffany and Mr. Pointy, cork lovers for all eternity.-------------------
Angel was sitting doing a crossword puzzle. It was morning and none of the mortal, sun-worshipping
members of his team were awake yet. He smiled in amusment at five down- 'to be reflective and sorrowful,
to wallow in one's sadness.'
"Broody," said a voice from behind him. It was, of course, Spike, the pessimistic vampire-turned-ghost that
haunted the Wolfram and Hart building.
Angel merely flicked his hand at his disembodied comrade and continued.
"It is not, of course, broody, but gloomy. Get lost."
Spike ran a incorporeal hand through his peroxide-enhanced hair. "Well, fine, you did always have a thing for crosswords.
pretty wierd if you ask me."
"I didn't."
"Fine, then. Is there anything you want me to do, or should I haunt a shower room?"
"Go to hell."
"We *are* angry today, aren't we?" The spirit smirked at his friend. "What's your problem?"
Angel sighed. "A portal opened yesterday, something came out and now we have to figure out how to get him back, OK? Now leave."
Spike looked interested. "What came out?"
"It doesn't matter. We'll sort it."
"What the hell's wrong with you, man? I just wanna know what came out of the portal!"
Just then, the door opened and a young, black haired man skidded into the room.
"Mister Angel, there's a black box in my room, and it makes noises, I believe it's that demon's devil box from hell,
but he says its a radio, and I want to get back, now, please, because I don't like this century!"
He took a breath and waited.
If Spike had any sighs, he would have released one. "Woah. Angel, is it just me, or have you finally got a reflection?"
Angel stood up. "Spike, this is Liam, Liam, this is Spike. Say hello."
Spike gawped at him.
Liam looked Spike up and down. "Your hair is ridiculous, and your name is stupid. Though, perhaps, so are Angel, Wesley and Lorne."
Spike raised a ghostly eyebrow. "Care to tell me who the hell he is?"
"-and he's english. They're a bad lot. Like your Wesley." Liam continued.
"I am not like your Wesley! I mean- Wesley." Spike said indignantly. "Who the bloody hell is he, Angel, 'cos he sure as hell looks familiar."
Angel groaned. "If you can't see the resemblence by now, you are even stupider than I thought. And that's a whole lot of stupid," he added,
please to get an insult in to his old rival. "That's me, at 21. How he got here- I don't know. But i have a feeling whoever it was that sent it meant for this to happen.
He must be from some kind of different dimension."
Liam cleared his throat. "I'm afraid I don't unnerstand," he said, sluring his words slightly. "You said I was you, but that can't be possible. if i was you, then one of us wouldn't be here."
Spike grinned at the exasperated look on Angel's face. "Looks like you were more perceptive than you thought, peaches."
He jumped off the table he was sitting on (well, hovering above) as Angel relised he would have to be straightforward with his former self.
"Well, Liam, you are an earlier version of me, from an alternate universe and time period."
According to the look on Liam's face, that wasn't very straightforward.
"So, I'm you.... wouldn't that make you really old? didn't you say this was the twenty-first century? I don't unnerstand, still."
Angel opened his mouth, but was cut off by Spike who circled Liam and explained, much to his grandsire's dismay:
"Well, you see, mini-peaches, your alter-ego there is really old, he's undead, actually-"
Angel raised his hand to stop him, but he went on.
"But he bagged himself a soul so he runs this place, and sits on his arse all day while we minions do his work." Spike finished, trimumphantly.
Liam stared in horror. "You- you're undead? You're between the living and the- the other side?" he whispered the last bit, as if he was worried he'd wake the dead, or something.
Spike laughed. "A Vampire, actually. 'Course now he just drinks pig's blood, which I used to think tasted like-"
"Spike! That's enough, now. Go and wake the others, if they're not up now they're late for work."
Spike listened to the command impatiently then glided off.
Liam backed away from the vampire with disgust and repulsion. "Keep away from me! Ye're worse than that green devil!"
Angel sighed. "Liam, look- this is you, and I'm sorry we weren't more careful, but here I am, okay? And belive me, it gets worse, then it gets better, then worse, then better..... then worse again I suppose,
but finally better and this is the present. You got used to Lorne, why not get used to me? I am, after all, you."
Liam gulped. "Ok, as long as yer don't eat me... but I was going to do some amazing things with my life."
Angel laughed bitterly. "what? Win a drinking contest? Don't think I don't know what I thought at that age."
Liam scrathed his neck. "This is strange, It's like I don't have any thoughts to myself."
Angel shrugged. "Well, I've forgotten a lot. Don't worry, we'll find a way to get you back to your time, I promise. I just have to find Wesley."
Liam stopped him as he tried to walk out. "Angel- when did it happen?"
Angel knew what he meant. "Five years from your time. And don't think you can stop it," he said as he saw a familiar look forming on Liam's face, "If- when you go back, I doubt you'll have any memory of this."
------------------Review Review review, people! Huh? What? You'll only review if I give you an up next snippet? Ok, then, you've guilted me into it.
Next up: Spike spends some quality time with his pre-grandsire, and Gunn and Wesley (and Fred) get acquaited with mr. O'Connor Jnr, too.
Ciao, until our next meeting,
Elionwy xXx---------------------------------------
Disclaimer: If I owned Angel I wouldn't be writing this. I would be stroking him.
Author's Note: Heya chums! This enstallmentand the next mean angsty, Liam-and-Angel time, and Gunn
and Lorne get used to life with a seventeeth century man. Now with added obsessions with crosswords!
Dedication: To Tiffany and Mr. Pointy, cork lovers for all eternity.-------------------
Angel was sitting doing a crossword puzzle. It was morning and none of the mortal, sun-worshipping
members of his team were awake yet. He smiled in amusment at five down- 'to be reflective and sorrowful,
to wallow in one's sadness.'
"Broody," said a voice from behind him. It was, of course, Spike, the pessimistic vampire-turned-ghost that
haunted the Wolfram and Hart building.
Angel merely flicked his hand at his disembodied comrade and continued.
"It is not, of course, broody, but gloomy. Get lost."
Spike ran a incorporeal hand through his peroxide-enhanced hair. "Well, fine, you did always have a thing for crosswords.
pretty wierd if you ask me."
"I didn't."
"Fine, then. Is there anything you want me to do, or should I haunt a shower room?"
"Go to hell."
"We *are* angry today, aren't we?" The spirit smirked at his friend. "What's your problem?"
Angel sighed. "A portal opened yesterday, something came out and now we have to figure out how to get him back, OK? Now leave."
Spike looked interested. "What came out?"
"It doesn't matter. We'll sort it."
"What the hell's wrong with you, man? I just wanna know what came out of the portal!"
Just then, the door opened and a young, black haired man skidded into the room.
"Mister Angel, there's a black box in my room, and it makes noises, I believe it's that demon's devil box from hell,
but he says its a radio, and I want to get back, now, please, because I don't like this century!"
He took a breath and waited.
If Spike had any sighs, he would have released one. "Woah. Angel, is it just me, or have you finally got a reflection?"
Angel stood up. "Spike, this is Liam, Liam, this is Spike. Say hello."
Spike gawped at him.
Liam looked Spike up and down. "Your hair is ridiculous, and your name is stupid. Though, perhaps, so are Angel, Wesley and Lorne."
Spike raised a ghostly eyebrow. "Care to tell me who the hell he is?"
"-and he's english. They're a bad lot. Like your Wesley." Liam continued.
"I am not like your Wesley! I mean- Wesley." Spike said indignantly. "Who the bloody hell is he, Angel, 'cos he sure as hell looks familiar."
Angel groaned. "If you can't see the resemblence by now, you are even stupider than I thought. And that's a whole lot of stupid," he added,
please to get an insult in to his old rival. "That's me, at 21. How he got here- I don't know. But i have a feeling whoever it was that sent it meant for this to happen.
He must be from some kind of different dimension."
Liam cleared his throat. "I'm afraid I don't unnerstand," he said, sluring his words slightly. "You said I was you, but that can't be possible. if i was you, then one of us wouldn't be here."
Spike grinned at the exasperated look on Angel's face. "Looks like you were more perceptive than you thought, peaches."
He jumped off the table he was sitting on (well, hovering above) as Angel relised he would have to be straightforward with his former self.
"Well, Liam, you are an earlier version of me, from an alternate universe and time period."
According to the look on Liam's face, that wasn't very straightforward.
"So, I'm you.... wouldn't that make you really old? didn't you say this was the twenty-first century? I don't unnerstand, still."
Angel opened his mouth, but was cut off by Spike who circled Liam and explained, much to his grandsire's dismay:
"Well, you see, mini-peaches, your alter-ego there is really old, he's undead, actually-"
Angel raised his hand to stop him, but he went on.
"But he bagged himself a soul so he runs this place, and sits on his arse all day while we minions do his work." Spike finished, trimumphantly.
Liam stared in horror. "You- you're undead? You're between the living and the- the other side?" he whispered the last bit, as if he was worried he'd wake the dead, or something.
Spike laughed. "A Vampire, actually. 'Course now he just drinks pig's blood, which I used to think tasted like-"
"Spike! That's enough, now. Go and wake the others, if they're not up now they're late for work."
Spike listened to the command impatiently then glided off.
Liam backed away from the vampire with disgust and repulsion. "Keep away from me! Ye're worse than that green devil!"
Angel sighed. "Liam, look- this is you, and I'm sorry we weren't more careful, but here I am, okay? And belive me, it gets worse, then it gets better, then worse, then better..... then worse again I suppose,
but finally better and this is the present. You got used to Lorne, why not get used to me? I am, after all, you."
Liam gulped. "Ok, as long as yer don't eat me... but I was going to do some amazing things with my life."
Angel laughed bitterly. "what? Win a drinking contest? Don't think I don't know what I thought at that age."
Liam scrathed his neck. "This is strange, It's like I don't have any thoughts to myself."
Angel shrugged. "Well, I've forgotten a lot. Don't worry, we'll find a way to get you back to your time, I promise. I just have to find Wesley."
Liam stopped him as he tried to walk out. "Angel- when did it happen?"
Angel knew what he meant. "Five years from your time. And don't think you can stop it," he said as he saw a familiar look forming on Liam's face, "If- when you go back, I doubt you'll have any memory of this."
------------------Review Review review, people! Huh? What? You'll only review if I give you an up next snippet? Ok, then, you've guilted me into it.
Next up: Spike spends some quality time with his pre-grandsire, and Gunn and Wesley (and Fred) get acquaited with mr. O'Connor Jnr, too.
Ciao, until our next meeting,
Elionwy xXx---------------------------------------