How wonderful. My first Angel/Buffy fanfic. If you want to know what it's about, read the damn summary. I don't care if you don't like, but i would like to hear your thoughts. In easier to understand words: review if like, do nothing if no like. I shall continue even if no one likes. So deal.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Too bad, I could be bleeding rich. I shall cry over this new thought as you read.
The Visitor:
Angel stared gloomily out the window of his extravagant office. He could feel the deadly sun pounding against his face. Vampires weren't meant to feel the heat of the sun. Well, normally it fried them up if they got the slightest taste of it. It was nice every once and a while, but Angel found he didn't like it much anyway.
Looking down to the street he saw hundreds of people bundled up in their warmest winter clotheras they franticly did their last minute holiday shopping. It was four days until Christmas and, although it was almost dinnertime, the streets were full of the holiday shoppers. Angel tensed with the thought of thousands of people wandering around after dark on this night. The longest night.
He stood there at the window just staring, lost in thought, for a good five minutes. The sun started to sink down below the Los Angeles skyscrapers. Just as he started to think about moving, an oh-too-familiar voice sounded from somewhere near his desk.
"Well enjoying the afternoon sun, are we?"
Angel spun around to meet his life annoyance. There, sitting leisurely in Angels high backed chair, was Spike wearing his usual black. He glared at the blonde menace for a moment before walking around to throw him off the chair and into the floor.
Mumbling Spike lifted himself up and over to the beige couch. "Feeling touchy now, I see." Spike said leaning into the pillows. "Well no time for that Angel. We have a job to do. Or are you just going to sit back and let your men handle everything?"
"Get out of here, Spike." Angel snapped.
"Now come on Angel! You know what's going down tonight. All the demons come out to play, trouble everywhere, and maybe even a few World Devourers." Spike said happily ignoring Angel's altogether. "We could go out together, like old times. Except we'll be doing the good this time."
"I'm not going with anyone." Angel growled. He had planned on going out to wonder the streets alone. It made since to ask Gunn, or Wesley, or even Spike to come with him, but he didn't feel up to it. Tonight was the winter solstice, or longest night of the year. Tonight was the first winter solstice with out Cordelia.
"Well, whatever suits you, but I certainly won't go out alone." Spike said matter-of-factly as he fingered a hole in the arm of the couch. "Not tonight anyway. I guess I'll ask our hairless friend to accompany me."
Then Spike jumped up and headed towards the hallway, black coat trailing behind him. He stopped just short of the door to look back at Angel with his famous, or infamous, smirk.
Angel got back up and wondered over to the window. So many helpless citizens not caring about the danger that always lay ahead at this time of the year. With one final look at the city below, he left to retrieve his coat and get prepare his self for battle. Well, it was the longest night after all!
"Mr. Morris, I need you to look over this mailer before I send it out."
Bradley Cane rushed into his boss's office carrying a stack of very business-like letters. Each bared the heading: "Refinance Your House for the Holidays". A very cheesy line but effective nonetheless. He laid the stack on the desk and handed one of the letters to Mr. Morris.
Bradley glanced at his watch as Mr. Morris read through the paper. He had promised his wife that he'd be home in time for dinner since it was almost Christmas and she wanted it to be family time. At this rate he wouldn't be able to keep his promise. Mr. Morris was sure to find a mistake and make him redo it. The price you pay working in an elite loan office.
"You misspelled memo."
"What?" Bradley said as he was jerked out of his thoughts.
"You misspelled memo." Mr. Morris repeated in an exasperated tone. "Son, how do you misspell a word as simple as memo? You're going to reprint all these correctly. Bradley, you're wasting my money! How many copies did you make?"
"Five hundred." Bradley mumbled staring at the carpet.
"Throw them out then." He sighed picking up his brown overcoat. "I'm going to go home. Lock up for me Bradley. I'll see you in the morning."
Then there was Bradley, left to work well into the night supervising the copying of half a thousand mailers that were most likely to be thrown away with a load of junk mail. What a wonderful way to spend his night.
He called home and apologized for his mistake. Then he started on the nights work. It takes about half a minute to print one page. So that's about four hours. "Merry Christmas to me" he mumbled.
"Boss, there's someone here to see you."
"Not now Harmony, I'm about to leave. Tell them to come back tomorrow."
"But it's Buffy."
Angel froze and turned to face Harmony. He was laden down with an ax, a sword, three stakes, and was clearly getting ready to venture outside. His ax hand fell limp as he gaped at the secretary. "Are you serious?" He said barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, she's in your office with everyone. I thought Fred was about to faint in excitement about meeting her." Harmony replied as she got up from her desk and walked around to face him.
He turned to look through the frosted windows of his office. Sure enough he could see five fuzzy figures all grouped around the center of the room. He then turned his attention back to Harmony. "What do I do?"
Harmony looked thoroughly annoyed. "Oh so now you're asking my opinion?" She fumed folding her arms. "Yesterday you couldn't have cared less about what I thought, and now I'm suddenly important? You're on you own… Boss."
Angel stood torn between wanting to see Buffy and wanting to sprint off in the other direction. It was no secret that Buffy was angry with him. She believed him to have gone and made friends with the all evil, even though he swore they were using the Wolfram and Hart's resources for the greater good. The only thing that could make her come and see them now was something severely disastrous going down.
"Do you know what she's here for?" He asked dumbly.
"Well isn't it obvious?" Harmony sighed angrily. "It is the solstice, Angel! Get with the program!"
"Right… solstice… I should go in there." He said again dumbly.
"Ah, very good. Off you go." With that Harmony placed her hands on Angel's back and pushed him towards the door.
Angel stared wildly at the occupants of his office as Harmony shut the door with a snap. Spike was again lounging on the couch holding a peculiar weapon that looked like an over sized switchblade, Wesley was leaning against the wall his arms folded and a frown on his face, Gunn was, as he always did nowadays, wearing a dreary gray suit and holding that absurd briefcase, on the couch next to Spike was Fred, sitting cross-legged and holding a large book, and there, perched on the desk, was Buffy.
Angel and Buffy stared at each other for a few awkward moments. Then she jumped up and gave Angel a bone-breaking hug. Angel was no doubt dumbstruck at her actions. She was supposed to hated him now.
"I haven't seen you in so long!" she exclaimed stepping back to look at his face. When he didn't reply she continued to tell him about life in Sunnydale. "-And then Willow brought Faith back, which startled me since she was supposed to spend forever in prison, and she said that Cordy brought Angelus back. Oh yes, Willow and Faith say hi, and Xander sends his love."
"I'm sure he does." Angel replied apparently still astounded, but quickly recovering. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you, but what's going on?"
"Yes, down to business. It's not good." She said lamely.
"Well we assumed that much." Spike huffed from the corner.
"Shut up Spike." Angel snapped.
"This is the worst solstice plot I've heard of in a while." She continued with a quick glare at Spike. "It seems that all the dark forces have decided to join together and destroy the world, like an army. As far as we know, all the demons and powers and vampires have agreed to help."
"The battle to end all battles." Wesley voiced with a swift look at Angel and Spike.
"Exactly." She sighed. "But I'm not sure how they plan to do this. We think the powers have some master plan to bring everything crashing down."
"And it's up to the champions and slayers to stop it." Angel said moving to sit down in his chair. "What now?"