To the many wonderful people I have met because of BtVS and AtS and because
of B/A.
To Kelly, Stacey and to the chatting.~Hugs~
AN: K, who saw Angel this week? If you did, who heard Cordy say "Angie" instead of "Angel?" Aren't I such a great psychic.?
Here it goes.
*_-_*
"Get out of the damn shower," Angel yelled. He was waiting by the bathroom door for at least 15 minutes. He had his towel thrown over his shoulder and was more than ready to take a nice long shower to wake himself up.
She came out in her shower robe, drops of water still clinging to her skin. She had her towel in her hand and dried her hair with it. She walked casually away.
"Did you leave enough hot water?"
"Yep."
"Good." He walked into the steamy bathroom and groaned.
She got dressed and headed for the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. She took out a bowl and poured cereal. When she was ready to eat she heard singing. LOUD singing. LOUD and TERRIBLE singing. She closed her mouth tightly as if she was holding herself from screaming. Then he really hit a note wrong and Buffy wondered if the mirrors were going to bust.
"Would you shut UP!?! Please!" She screamed loud enough so that he could hear. He wouldn't stop, he just kept on singing. She looked over to the sink and an evil grin spread across her face. She walked over to the sink and turned the faucet on, waiting for the loud response she would get. "Three, two, one--"
"Aha!" he shrieked. "You bitch, turn off the faucet!"
She turned it off and cleaned her hands. She walked to her room. "Heh, heh, heh...knew that one would work." She closed the door behind her and gathered her things.
*_-_*
"Oh, come on! There has to be a case to work on today. Look at all these people," she said, putting her hands out and motioning toward the people who were running around.
He looked away.
She put her hands up to his desk and leaned on it. "Davenport, I know you're keeping me away from something. I've been at work for nearly four days now and I never know about any cases. Fess up!"
He sighed and told her to have a seat. "Giles doesn't need your help on these puny cases. He put you and me together because something big is happening. There have been bomb threats around Sunnydale and they thought that we were the ones who could stop them. As we speak, the researchers are doing everything they can to track these lowlifes down. Giles and Wes suggested that we train and work out. That's why we aren't handling any cases at the moment."
"And no one bothered to tell me this, why?" she asked, a little pissed off.
"Giles didn't want to scare you with all the explosive talk. He said that it was going to be big, a lot of lives will be at risk. He just didn't know if you could handle the pressure just yet."
"Handle the pressure," Buffy pffted, "You have got to be kidding me. Buffy Summers can deal with any situation that meets her."
Angel stared at her and raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
*_-_*
"Mr. Davenport, Ms. Summers, meet one of our newest members of the Watcher's Investigation -- Faith," Wesley said with a smile.
"Nice to meet you," Angel said, holding out his hand, which Faith took hold of.
"Hey, my name's Buffy. I've heard a lot about you," she said, also putting out her hand.
"I hope it's good things."
"Yeah, it has been...So what do you specialize in?" Buffy asked curiously. She was beginning to like the girl.
"All of the work that I do is mostly undercover. So instead of working at the office, which I could never do, I'm gonna be spending time behind bars."
"Excuse me," Buffy questioned. 'Behind bars.'
"Sorry, that was a funny choice of words. I'm going to be working as a bartender at the Bronze. It's been threatened the most, and the researchers say that the 'Masters' are very likely to hit there soon," Faith said calmly.
"I can't believe that Lorne actually agreed with that." Lorne was the owner of the Bronze. He and his wife, Drusilla took care of the bar and had fun doing so. But they never felt comfortable with the PIs working in the Bronze. They thought that wherever the PIs were, trouble was lurking not too far behind.
"I'm an experienced bartender, so I know the ropes. He went easy on me," Faith responded.
"Cool." The room was silent; everyone had said what they wanted.
"So I'll see you guys at the Bronze tonight? We need to check things out. They aren't hitting tonight, but it's better to know the perimeter before you fight," Faith said matter-of-factly.
"You know it; we'll hopefully see you tonight."
*_-_*
Buffy leaned against Angel's doorway. He was standing there, shirtless, fixing his hair. He looked in the mirror and saw her reflection.
"Do you mind?"
She ignored his attitude and walked right in to his bedroom. She looked around, and took hold of the picture. She wanted to know who these people were and who they were to Angel. It was a picture of a teen that looked like Angel and a woman in the expensive clothing.
"Who's this," she asked pointing to the two figures in the picture.
Angel walked towards her and looked at the picture. He smiled.
"They're my cousins. His name is Connor, and she's Cordelia," he said. "You met Spike, right?"
"You mean that sicko with a brain the size of a pea?"
"Yep, he's the one. Cordelia is dating him; I think she wants to get married."
"Whoa."
"Yeah, I know. But I love her like a sister and I love Connor like a brother, and I support any of the decisions they make. They are the only family I have left," he said while frowning.
Buffy looked at the photo, then at Angel. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well don't be. I don't need your pity," he muttered while fitting a sweatshirt over his skin.
She got up, and walked out of the room, only whispering one word, "Asshole."
"Bitch."
*_-_*
This part is a little weird, too. But I'm promising you B/A goodness, but only if you send reviews. You guys have to keep sending them in, or I won't know who's reading/ who's not, who's liking it/ who's not.
Thanks to everyone who sent in reviews last time around . It was the food for my soul's writing.
TBC - it all depends on you and your reviews!
~LiZ (AKA Will_ow)~
To Kelly, Stacey and to the chatting.~Hugs~
AN: K, who saw Angel this week? If you did, who heard Cordy say "Angie" instead of "Angel?" Aren't I such a great psychic.?
Here it goes.
*_-_*
"Get out of the damn shower," Angel yelled. He was waiting by the bathroom door for at least 15 minutes. He had his towel thrown over his shoulder and was more than ready to take a nice long shower to wake himself up.
She came out in her shower robe, drops of water still clinging to her skin. She had her towel in her hand and dried her hair with it. She walked casually away.
"Did you leave enough hot water?"
"Yep."
"Good." He walked into the steamy bathroom and groaned.
She got dressed and headed for the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. She took out a bowl and poured cereal. When she was ready to eat she heard singing. LOUD singing. LOUD and TERRIBLE singing. She closed her mouth tightly as if she was holding herself from screaming. Then he really hit a note wrong and Buffy wondered if the mirrors were going to bust.
"Would you shut UP!?! Please!" She screamed loud enough so that he could hear. He wouldn't stop, he just kept on singing. She looked over to the sink and an evil grin spread across her face. She walked over to the sink and turned the faucet on, waiting for the loud response she would get. "Three, two, one--"
"Aha!" he shrieked. "You bitch, turn off the faucet!"
She turned it off and cleaned her hands. She walked to her room. "Heh, heh, heh...knew that one would work." She closed the door behind her and gathered her things.
*_-_*
"Oh, come on! There has to be a case to work on today. Look at all these people," she said, putting her hands out and motioning toward the people who were running around.
He looked away.
She put her hands up to his desk and leaned on it. "Davenport, I know you're keeping me away from something. I've been at work for nearly four days now and I never know about any cases. Fess up!"
He sighed and told her to have a seat. "Giles doesn't need your help on these puny cases. He put you and me together because something big is happening. There have been bomb threats around Sunnydale and they thought that we were the ones who could stop them. As we speak, the researchers are doing everything they can to track these lowlifes down. Giles and Wes suggested that we train and work out. That's why we aren't handling any cases at the moment."
"And no one bothered to tell me this, why?" she asked, a little pissed off.
"Giles didn't want to scare you with all the explosive talk. He said that it was going to be big, a lot of lives will be at risk. He just didn't know if you could handle the pressure just yet."
"Handle the pressure," Buffy pffted, "You have got to be kidding me. Buffy Summers can deal with any situation that meets her."
Angel stared at her and raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
*_-_*
"Mr. Davenport, Ms. Summers, meet one of our newest members of the Watcher's Investigation -- Faith," Wesley said with a smile.
"Nice to meet you," Angel said, holding out his hand, which Faith took hold of.
"Hey, my name's Buffy. I've heard a lot about you," she said, also putting out her hand.
"I hope it's good things."
"Yeah, it has been...So what do you specialize in?" Buffy asked curiously. She was beginning to like the girl.
"All of the work that I do is mostly undercover. So instead of working at the office, which I could never do, I'm gonna be spending time behind bars."
"Excuse me," Buffy questioned. 'Behind bars.'
"Sorry, that was a funny choice of words. I'm going to be working as a bartender at the Bronze. It's been threatened the most, and the researchers say that the 'Masters' are very likely to hit there soon," Faith said calmly.
"I can't believe that Lorne actually agreed with that." Lorne was the owner of the Bronze. He and his wife, Drusilla took care of the bar and had fun doing so. But they never felt comfortable with the PIs working in the Bronze. They thought that wherever the PIs were, trouble was lurking not too far behind.
"I'm an experienced bartender, so I know the ropes. He went easy on me," Faith responded.
"Cool." The room was silent; everyone had said what they wanted.
"So I'll see you guys at the Bronze tonight? We need to check things out. They aren't hitting tonight, but it's better to know the perimeter before you fight," Faith said matter-of-factly.
"You know it; we'll hopefully see you tonight."
*_-_*
Buffy leaned against Angel's doorway. He was standing there, shirtless, fixing his hair. He looked in the mirror and saw her reflection.
"Do you mind?"
She ignored his attitude and walked right in to his bedroom. She looked around, and took hold of the picture. She wanted to know who these people were and who they were to Angel. It was a picture of a teen that looked like Angel and a woman in the expensive clothing.
"Who's this," she asked pointing to the two figures in the picture.
Angel walked towards her and looked at the picture. He smiled.
"They're my cousins. His name is Connor, and she's Cordelia," he said. "You met Spike, right?"
"You mean that sicko with a brain the size of a pea?"
"Yep, he's the one. Cordelia is dating him; I think she wants to get married."
"Whoa."
"Yeah, I know. But I love her like a sister and I love Connor like a brother, and I support any of the decisions they make. They are the only family I have left," he said while frowning.
Buffy looked at the photo, then at Angel. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well don't be. I don't need your pity," he muttered while fitting a sweatshirt over his skin.
She got up, and walked out of the room, only whispering one word, "Asshole."
"Bitch."
*_-_*
This part is a little weird, too. But I'm promising you B/A goodness, but only if you send reviews. You guys have to keep sending them in, or I won't know who's reading/ who's not, who's liking it/ who's not.
Thanks to everyone who sent in reviews last time around . It was the food for my soul's writing.
TBC - it all depends on you and your reviews!
~LiZ (AKA Will_ow)~