-----------------The Bad and the hopeless chapter 8!! Wow! I've got THAT far? Really?
Disclaimer: Hell, you know I don't own them.
Author's note: My Crminal Damage three-quarter-lengths fit me! Hoorah! bring on the mosh-pits. Ahem.
I wanted to do fluff, so I'll do -some- fluff for this chappie, but some angsty angst too. Man, I'm mean. Can you tell I'm happy? KOORAH!
Dedication: To that gimp who just threw a stone at my window. he wll pay.------------------
He, of course, broke his promise. In fact, the next day Liam was sitting in his guest room watching Blazing Saddles and drinking beer.
"You'll get square eyes, you know," said Fred, walking into the room.
Liam sat up, putting the bottle on the table and reaching over to switch the television off. He'd never mastered the art of the remote.
"Winifred! What brings such a lovely sight to my room, and so early in the morning?"
Fred blushed. She was doing that a lot more than usual now that Liam was part of the scene.
"It's one o'clock actually," she started. "But Angel wants you-"
Liam grinned. "Aah, Captain Forehead. Well tell his majesty I'm a little busy." Fred shrugged, wondering how much time he'd really spent with Spike.
"he needs your help, Liam. he's trying a way to send you back."
Liam cast his eyes to the heavens. "I know he is, the bugger, and he can call me when he succeeds. Right now, I'd like to frazzle my brain with mindless 21st century rubbish. 'K?"
"Don't be difficult." Fred crossed her arms.
Liam looked up at her flirtatiously. "Aaw, Winifred. DOn't get angry with me."
Fred rolled her eyes. "Whatever. If you aren't going to contribute to the cause-"
but Liam's eyes were fixed on her legs. She cursed whatever satanic entity made her wear a short skirt and jacket that day.
"Sooooo..... since when did a woman show her knees? because this century is turning out to be fun."
"Liam!" Her single cry was that of the women he met in pubs in Galway. Shocked, but excited.
But Fred did not act the way they did. She did not smile coquettishly and bat her eyelashes. Instead she slapped him.
"Don't flirt with me. I'm going to Angel's office now and if you want to come, you can. otherwise-"
He shrugged. "tell him I'll be around in a minute."
"So, you all understand? Because this is very important." Angel surveyed the group standing in his office.
"Mmm." Said Wesley.
"Yes." Fred agreed.
"Gotcha." Gunn touched his head in mock salute.
Spike and Liam nodded. It was scary, how similar they had become.
Angel frowned. "let's go through the plan, then."
"Me and English cover you," Gunn began.
"And I hang about and guard Mini-peaches." That was Spike.
"And Winifred and I wait around, and if any vamps come we dust 'em." Liam finished.
Angel nodded in approval. "Good. Now let's go kick some demon ass, people."
And time went on in this way, with Liam becoming as much part of the group as Wesley or Fred. Not that he had any particular skills,
just that he attracted people like L.A. attracted vampires. They couldn't help but like him, and he became the Xander of the group.
Of course, if Xander had been a possessive alcoholic with a penchant for flirting.
Angel worked hard to discover the secret of Liam's arrival, and found himself distanced from the gang. he began to be jealous of Liam. he thought that seeing as Liam looked some much like him, and he was more fun, that
they had decided to ignore him. Who needed a handsome, broody vampire when you had a human that looked virtually the same? it made him depressed, and so he worked harder.
Wesley started to notice that Fred spent less and less time with him and more and more with Liam. he himself couldn't help liking the irishman, he had a kind of charm that made you refuse to hate him. but Wesley was worried about Fred.
Gunn went over to Liam's guest suite every evening, and showed him the wonderful world of gangster films.
Spike started to look forward to Liam's strange drunken singing in the mornings, and watching him drink thirstily like he hadn't drunk for ages.
Fred was afraid of the way everything Liam did or said brought prickles up her spine. She loved to watch the way he smiled, his mouth forming an arc in his face. It didn't look like Angel, not at all. She wasn't falling in love with Angel.
She was falling for Liam.
Liam himself took every day as it came. he had so far working out the function of the microwave, the coffee machine and the DVD player, though he couldn't for the life of him think what the letters stood for. He worried sometimes that he was losing his Irish accent, but
worrying ages you by two years, or so that advertisment said on T.v. He was living the high life, basking in the light of Los Angeles. He had forgotten half his old troubles. What was a debt collector or a disapproving father to him? he was living in now.
"Liam?" Winifred was his salvation. He marvelled that she survived with all these men, he knew how highly women valued each other's company, and so he cast his old, womanizing ways away and was as affectionate and caring as he could be.
"Hmm?" he said, getting up. "Do you want coffee?" she often drank coffee.
Fred sniffed. "No."
"Hey, what is it, love? What's wrong?"
he wrapped his arms around her, and she cried into his shoulder.
He lifted her head gently. "What is it?"
"It's Wesley. I'm w-worried about him."
He led her to the couch. "Well, Winifred, it's hardly a crying matter, now is it?"
"No, I suppose not." She swallowed. "It's just.. he's scaring me. And Angel too."
Liam stiffened. he wasn't drunk, he was sober, and when he was sober Angel scared him too.
"What have they done?" he asked urgently.
"It's not what they've done, it's what they haven't done, if you see what I mean."
He stroked her arm. "um... no. Not really."
Fred looked at him. "They're acting strange. Whenever Angel looks at you, he shudders. And whenever Wesley.... he glares at you. What reason has he got to hate you? I mean, you're
nice, you're funny, I suppose you *are* a bit untidy and careless..."
Liam laughed softly. He's in love with you, the silly fool, he though to himself.
"I'm not exactly the most straight-forward man on God's green earth," he said instead. "Don't ye worry yourself, love. I can understand Angel's problem, since when have ya ever seen someone who looks exactly like ya? And all that pain..."
It was hard talking about someone he didn't really like, but Fred was convinced.
"Thanks Liam," she whispered. "I hope he doesn't find out a way to send you back..."
Me too, love, thought Liam, and rested his head on hers.
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~*Elionwy*~ ------------------------------------
Disclaimer: Hell, you know I don't own them.
Author's note: My Crminal Damage three-quarter-lengths fit me! Hoorah! bring on the mosh-pits. Ahem.
I wanted to do fluff, so I'll do -some- fluff for this chappie, but some angsty angst too. Man, I'm mean. Can you tell I'm happy? KOORAH!
Dedication: To that gimp who just threw a stone at my window. he wll pay.------------------
He, of course, broke his promise. In fact, the next day Liam was sitting in his guest room watching Blazing Saddles and drinking beer.
"You'll get square eyes, you know," said Fred, walking into the room.
Liam sat up, putting the bottle on the table and reaching over to switch the television off. He'd never mastered the art of the remote.
"Winifred! What brings such a lovely sight to my room, and so early in the morning?"
Fred blushed. She was doing that a lot more than usual now that Liam was part of the scene.
"It's one o'clock actually," she started. "But Angel wants you-"
Liam grinned. "Aah, Captain Forehead. Well tell his majesty I'm a little busy." Fred shrugged, wondering how much time he'd really spent with Spike.
"he needs your help, Liam. he's trying a way to send you back."
Liam cast his eyes to the heavens. "I know he is, the bugger, and he can call me when he succeeds. Right now, I'd like to frazzle my brain with mindless 21st century rubbish. 'K?"
"Don't be difficult." Fred crossed her arms.
Liam looked up at her flirtatiously. "Aaw, Winifred. DOn't get angry with me."
Fred rolled her eyes. "Whatever. If you aren't going to contribute to the cause-"
but Liam's eyes were fixed on her legs. She cursed whatever satanic entity made her wear a short skirt and jacket that day.
"Sooooo..... since when did a woman show her knees? because this century is turning out to be fun."
"Liam!" Her single cry was that of the women he met in pubs in Galway. Shocked, but excited.
But Fred did not act the way they did. She did not smile coquettishly and bat her eyelashes. Instead she slapped him.
"Don't flirt with me. I'm going to Angel's office now and if you want to come, you can. otherwise-"
He shrugged. "tell him I'll be around in a minute."
"So, you all understand? Because this is very important." Angel surveyed the group standing in his office.
"Mmm." Said Wesley.
"Yes." Fred agreed.
"Gotcha." Gunn touched his head in mock salute.
Spike and Liam nodded. It was scary, how similar they had become.
Angel frowned. "let's go through the plan, then."
"Me and English cover you," Gunn began.
"And I hang about and guard Mini-peaches." That was Spike.
"And Winifred and I wait around, and if any vamps come we dust 'em." Liam finished.
Angel nodded in approval. "Good. Now let's go kick some demon ass, people."
And time went on in this way, with Liam becoming as much part of the group as Wesley or Fred. Not that he had any particular skills,
just that he attracted people like L.A. attracted vampires. They couldn't help but like him, and he became the Xander of the group.
Of course, if Xander had been a possessive alcoholic with a penchant for flirting.
Angel worked hard to discover the secret of Liam's arrival, and found himself distanced from the gang. he began to be jealous of Liam. he thought that seeing as Liam looked some much like him, and he was more fun, that
they had decided to ignore him. Who needed a handsome, broody vampire when you had a human that looked virtually the same? it made him depressed, and so he worked harder.
Wesley started to notice that Fred spent less and less time with him and more and more with Liam. he himself couldn't help liking the irishman, he had a kind of charm that made you refuse to hate him. but Wesley was worried about Fred.
Gunn went over to Liam's guest suite every evening, and showed him the wonderful world of gangster films.
Spike started to look forward to Liam's strange drunken singing in the mornings, and watching him drink thirstily like he hadn't drunk for ages.
Fred was afraid of the way everything Liam did or said brought prickles up her spine. She loved to watch the way he smiled, his mouth forming an arc in his face. It didn't look like Angel, not at all. She wasn't falling in love with Angel.
She was falling for Liam.
Liam himself took every day as it came. he had so far working out the function of the microwave, the coffee machine and the DVD player, though he couldn't for the life of him think what the letters stood for. He worried sometimes that he was losing his Irish accent, but
worrying ages you by two years, or so that advertisment said on T.v. He was living the high life, basking in the light of Los Angeles. He had forgotten half his old troubles. What was a debt collector or a disapproving father to him? he was living in now.
"Liam?" Winifred was his salvation. He marvelled that she survived with all these men, he knew how highly women valued each other's company, and so he cast his old, womanizing ways away and was as affectionate and caring as he could be.
"Hmm?" he said, getting up. "Do you want coffee?" she often drank coffee.
Fred sniffed. "No."
"Hey, what is it, love? What's wrong?"
he wrapped his arms around her, and she cried into his shoulder.
He lifted her head gently. "What is it?"
"It's Wesley. I'm w-worried about him."
He led her to the couch. "Well, Winifred, it's hardly a crying matter, now is it?"
"No, I suppose not." She swallowed. "It's just.. he's scaring me. And Angel too."
Liam stiffened. he wasn't drunk, he was sober, and when he was sober Angel scared him too.
"What have they done?" he asked urgently.
"It's not what they've done, it's what they haven't done, if you see what I mean."
He stroked her arm. "um... no. Not really."
Fred looked at him. "They're acting strange. Whenever Angel looks at you, he shudders. And whenever Wesley.... he glares at you. What reason has he got to hate you? I mean, you're
nice, you're funny, I suppose you *are* a bit untidy and careless..."
Liam laughed softly. He's in love with you, the silly fool, he though to himself.
"I'm not exactly the most straight-forward man on God's green earth," he said instead. "Don't ye worry yourself, love. I can understand Angel's problem, since when have ya ever seen someone who looks exactly like ya? And all that pain..."
It was hard talking about someone he didn't really like, but Fred was convinced.
"Thanks Liam," she whispered. "I hope he doesn't find out a way to send you back..."
Me too, love, thought Liam, and rested his head on hers.
----------------------------Feedback roasted and set on a silver patter.
Next up: Spike faces a difficult decision.
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~*Elionwy*~ ------------------------------------