------------------The Bad and the Hopeless Chapter 4!!!!
Disclaimer: Hey! Guess what! I don't own Angel or any of his chums! Duh.
Author's Note: Hmm, the story finally has a plot now. I worked it out. I rule.
Dedication: To whoever threw that iceball at me this morning and damaged one of the tendons in my neck. Thanks a lot.
If a stranger had peered into the window of the main office at Wolfram and Hart that day (which would have been pretty hard as the curtains were drawn all day for obvious reasons)
then they would have seen two men, identical, one green demon, and one other man with brown hair sitting, reading books. They might also have seen a blond ghost.
Angel threw the prophecy he had been leafing through at the wall. "Useless," he declared.
Wesley picked it up and brushed imaginary dirt off it. "Don't treat the books like that, Angel- this one will be useful for something one day, but just yet it isn't very handy."
He slotted it back into the bookcase with all the care of a worried parent.
Liam was pouring over an Irish text. He had proved to be quite a genius at reading Gaelic. Angel said he was sure he could never read when he was alive.
"Remember," Wesley had said, "That Liam comes from another dimension. Some things are bound to be different. He could be from a universe where you were educated, for instance."
Angel went quiet then. Spike reckoned that his grandsire was pissed off at that remark and he, Spike, reveled in it.
Liam suddenly spoke. "Éagfaigh an ghrian agus éireoidh mise."
Lorne's head rose from the parchment he was looking at. "Very nice, but what does it mean?"
Liam shrugged. "'The sun will die and I will rise'. I thought it sounded impressive, anyway."
"yes," said Wes, "But I don't think it's relevant, Liam. Try to stay focused."
Spike concentrated on a pencil as he tried to pick it up. "Yeah, but it sounded cool."
Angel rose from his chair. "I'm going to check on Fred in the lab. I sent them a sample of that portal to analyse, so
I better see how they're getting on."
Liam looked up. "Fred? Finally! Someone with an ordinary name. When will I meet this Fred? He sounds clever."
Everyone except Angel and Liam snickered into their ancient texts.
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He came in a few minutes later with the studious brunette, who was curious to see the new arrival.
Angel put his hands out in front of Fred as if he was performing a show. "Presenting..... the lovely Fred."
Liam stood up. He looked confused. He stared through Fred as if she wasn't there. He even peered behind her to see if 'Fred' was there.
Spike thought it *very* amusing. "Liam, meet Winifred." he smirked. Liam frowned.
"You could have told me," he whined. "Now I've made a fool of meself in front of a lady."
He extended a hand to Fred who took it, blushing. "Pleased to make yer acquaintance, I'm sure."
Wesley spoke, hesistant to break them up. "Come on, now people. Let's get cracking. there's got to be a spell or incantation relevant to this somewhere."
They all went back to their books and Fred to the lab. Alomst immediately, Liam came across and interesting looking spell.
"'maic eisean cuimhnigh a chuid caite, maic eisean barróg a chuid Oidhreacht, Bealtaine seo fan amhlaidh go tútusa tabhair focal'."
"Pardon?" said Spike mildly.
Angel furrowed his brows. "I recognised a few words there. What does it mean?"
Liam looked worried. "In short it means I'll be here for a while."
----------------There's a whole lot of review with your name on it. P.s. If you know Gaelic,
maybe you'll get a hint of the plot before anyone else!
Next up: Liking Liam- it's not easy.
~*Elionwy*~
Disclaimer: Hey! Guess what! I don't own Angel or any of his chums! Duh.
Author's Note: Hmm, the story finally has a plot now. I worked it out. I rule.
Dedication: To whoever threw that iceball at me this morning and damaged one of the tendons in my neck. Thanks a lot.
If a stranger had peered into the window of the main office at Wolfram and Hart that day (which would have been pretty hard as the curtains were drawn all day for obvious reasons)
then they would have seen two men, identical, one green demon, and one other man with brown hair sitting, reading books. They might also have seen a blond ghost.
Angel threw the prophecy he had been leafing through at the wall. "Useless," he declared.
Wesley picked it up and brushed imaginary dirt off it. "Don't treat the books like that, Angel- this one will be useful for something one day, but just yet it isn't very handy."
He slotted it back into the bookcase with all the care of a worried parent.
Liam was pouring over an Irish text. He had proved to be quite a genius at reading Gaelic. Angel said he was sure he could never read when he was alive.
"Remember," Wesley had said, "That Liam comes from another dimension. Some things are bound to be different. He could be from a universe where you were educated, for instance."
Angel went quiet then. Spike reckoned that his grandsire was pissed off at that remark and he, Spike, reveled in it.
Liam suddenly spoke. "Éagfaigh an ghrian agus éireoidh mise."
Lorne's head rose from the parchment he was looking at. "Very nice, but what does it mean?"
Liam shrugged. "'The sun will die and I will rise'. I thought it sounded impressive, anyway."
"yes," said Wes, "But I don't think it's relevant, Liam. Try to stay focused."
Spike concentrated on a pencil as he tried to pick it up. "Yeah, but it sounded cool."
Angel rose from his chair. "I'm going to check on Fred in the lab. I sent them a sample of that portal to analyse, so
I better see how they're getting on."
Liam looked up. "Fred? Finally! Someone with an ordinary name. When will I meet this Fred? He sounds clever."
Everyone except Angel and Liam snickered into their ancient texts.
*******************
He came in a few minutes later with the studious brunette, who was curious to see the new arrival.
Angel put his hands out in front of Fred as if he was performing a show. "Presenting..... the lovely Fred."
Liam stood up. He looked confused. He stared through Fred as if she wasn't there. He even peered behind her to see if 'Fred' was there.
Spike thought it *very* amusing. "Liam, meet Winifred." he smirked. Liam frowned.
"You could have told me," he whined. "Now I've made a fool of meself in front of a lady."
He extended a hand to Fred who took it, blushing. "Pleased to make yer acquaintance, I'm sure."
Wesley spoke, hesistant to break them up. "Come on, now people. Let's get cracking. there's got to be a spell or incantation relevant to this somewhere."
They all went back to their books and Fred to the lab. Alomst immediately, Liam came across and interesting looking spell.
"'maic eisean cuimhnigh a chuid caite, maic eisean barróg a chuid Oidhreacht, Bealtaine seo fan amhlaidh go tútusa tabhair focal'."
"Pardon?" said Spike mildly.
Angel furrowed his brows. "I recognised a few words there. What does it mean?"
Liam looked worried. "In short it means I'll be here for a while."
----------------There's a whole lot of review with your name on it. P.s. If you know Gaelic,
maybe you'll get a hint of the plot before anyone else!
Next up: Liking Liam- it's not easy.
~*Elionwy*~