Feather Links 2: More Money?
author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg13
main character: Anya, Warren Worthington (from X-Men comics)
appearances by Xander and Willow
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from BtVS or X-Men/Marvel comics.
distribution: TNL, Twisting the Hellmouth, WLS, Bite Me, paula - anyone else just ask
note: this is a glimpse into the lives and views of other people about the events of the Feathers series. This takes place during Feathers 2.
note 2 :words in colons: are someone speaking over the telephone.
The phone rang, demandingly, insistent that it be answered. Rolling her eyes and wondering yet again why the phone had such a loud ringer, Anya lifted the handset, a voice emerging the very moment it was lifted.
:Hello, I have a problem with my computer.: He sounded frustrated, and impatient. The sort of voice that implied he was used to things going his way.
"Can you tell me if it's a hardware difficulty or a software problem, sir?" She wondered if this man had a real problem, or just some sort of problem caused by having expensive toys that he couldn't use. Which reminded her of this little shop that she wanted to check out. There had been some interesting adult toys there... Part of her was gleeful, this man's problems meant money.
:I'm fairly positive that my computer has a virus. It isn't usable at all right now, and I really need it fixed. Willow Rosenberg set up the system, and she said if there were any problems...: There was a hint of something in the man's voice, something that Anya wanted to say was interest in more than having his computer fixed.
"Depending on the virus, some of them can cause problems with your memory. This could cost you." Anya let the precautionary warning that Xander had insisted on fall from her lips like a shower of rain, a flurry of words that he wasn't really supposed to follow.
:Money isn't a problem for me. I just want Willow to come here and fix this.: He had this sort of dismissive tone that centuries had taught her meant he really wasn't worried about the money. That could only mean that he was rich.
Anya grinned, one hand sliding over the phone as she voiced her glee. "YES!" Someone that didn't care about the expense, he just wanted... Well, he did want his computer fixed. "She should be... umm, where are you located?"
:Worthington Industries.: The man on the phone casually mentioned one of the larger and more prosperous companies on their client list.
"Can you hold on for a moment please?" Anya felt like jumping up and dancing. 'Money's not a problem' oh, she loved the sound of those words. Especially since it seemed to take money to make everything go smoothly now that she wasn't a demon anymore.
She turned to Willow, who had just come into the building, her hair falling from it's clip. Willow gave a small wave of her fingers, apparently annoyed or tired from her last client. Maybe this news would cheer her up? "Money isn't a problem he said! Not a problem! Can we charge him more? Can you take your time at this one? Worthington Industries, something about a system you set up?"
Willow grinned at her, eyes showing a bit of life. "Anya! We can't do that. One rate for custemers, otherwise we could get prosecuted. And it will take me about a half hour to get there from here."
"Well, that's no fun. I want..." Anya frowned, considering the fact that Willow was probably right. "oh, all right."
"She said that she can be there in thirty minutes if there are no traffic delays. At the same billing rate as her previous work for your company." Anya sighed, wondering how much business this place would be sending their way. If they did well enough, she might try to convince Willow to hire someone else as a receptionist, and try opening her own shop. Maybe scented massage oils...
:Thank you, I look forward to her arrival.: He sounded so glad that it made her smile.
She was giggling a bit as she hung up the phone. Feeling a pair of muscular arms wrap around her, Anya smiled. "mmm, Xander. I think I found Willow the perfect man. He owns a company, Willow said he was cute, and he said money is no obstacle. He's perfect for her."
"Ahn, honey, not everyone considers guys mainly by their bank accounts. I know Willow doesn't." He was murmuring the words against her neck, hands tracing patterns on suddenly sensitive skin.
"Well, I still think he sounds like he'd be good for her." Anya looked up at her lover, smiling at him. "And I think I'm in need of a break from the phones."
"A break? Sounds good to me." Xander's voice dropped a bit as Anya's hands roved lower, teasing his body mercilessly.
And life was good for Xander and Anya. Maybe it would be good for Willow soon as well. And if this Worthington guy hurt her, Anya had her resources. Vengeance could be good as well.
end Feather Links 2: More Money
author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg13
main character: Anya, Warren Worthington (from X-Men comics)
appearances by Xander and Willow
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from BtVS or X-Men/Marvel comics.
distribution: TNL, Twisting the Hellmouth, WLS, Bite Me, paula - anyone else just ask
note: this is a glimpse into the lives and views of other people about the events of the Feathers series. This takes place during Feathers 2.
note 2 :words in colons: are someone speaking over the telephone.
The phone rang, demandingly, insistent that it be answered. Rolling her eyes and wondering yet again why the phone had such a loud ringer, Anya lifted the handset, a voice emerging the very moment it was lifted.
:Hello, I have a problem with my computer.: He sounded frustrated, and impatient. The sort of voice that implied he was used to things going his way.
"Can you tell me if it's a hardware difficulty or a software problem, sir?" She wondered if this man had a real problem, or just some sort of problem caused by having expensive toys that he couldn't use. Which reminded her of this little shop that she wanted to check out. There had been some interesting adult toys there... Part of her was gleeful, this man's problems meant money.
:I'm fairly positive that my computer has a virus. It isn't usable at all right now, and I really need it fixed. Willow Rosenberg set up the system, and she said if there were any problems...: There was a hint of something in the man's voice, something that Anya wanted to say was interest in more than having his computer fixed.
"Depending on the virus, some of them can cause problems with your memory. This could cost you." Anya let the precautionary warning that Xander had insisted on fall from her lips like a shower of rain, a flurry of words that he wasn't really supposed to follow.
:Money isn't a problem for me. I just want Willow to come here and fix this.: He had this sort of dismissive tone that centuries had taught her meant he really wasn't worried about the money. That could only mean that he was rich.
Anya grinned, one hand sliding over the phone as she voiced her glee. "YES!" Someone that didn't care about the expense, he just wanted... Well, he did want his computer fixed. "She should be... umm, where are you located?"
:Worthington Industries.: The man on the phone casually mentioned one of the larger and more prosperous companies on their client list.
"Can you hold on for a moment please?" Anya felt like jumping up and dancing. 'Money's not a problem' oh, she loved the sound of those words. Especially since it seemed to take money to make everything go smoothly now that she wasn't a demon anymore.
She turned to Willow, who had just come into the building, her hair falling from it's clip. Willow gave a small wave of her fingers, apparently annoyed or tired from her last client. Maybe this news would cheer her up? "Money isn't a problem he said! Not a problem! Can we charge him more? Can you take your time at this one? Worthington Industries, something about a system you set up?"
Willow grinned at her, eyes showing a bit of life. "Anya! We can't do that. One rate for custemers, otherwise we could get prosecuted. And it will take me about a half hour to get there from here."
"Well, that's no fun. I want..." Anya frowned, considering the fact that Willow was probably right. "oh, all right."
"She said that she can be there in thirty minutes if there are no traffic delays. At the same billing rate as her previous work for your company." Anya sighed, wondering how much business this place would be sending their way. If they did well enough, she might try to convince Willow to hire someone else as a receptionist, and try opening her own shop. Maybe scented massage oils...
:Thank you, I look forward to her arrival.: He sounded so glad that it made her smile.
She was giggling a bit as she hung up the phone. Feeling a pair of muscular arms wrap around her, Anya smiled. "mmm, Xander. I think I found Willow the perfect man. He owns a company, Willow said he was cute, and he said money is no obstacle. He's perfect for her."
"Ahn, honey, not everyone considers guys mainly by their bank accounts. I know Willow doesn't." He was murmuring the words against her neck, hands tracing patterns on suddenly sensitive skin.
"Well, I still think he sounds like he'd be good for her." Anya looked up at her lover, smiling at him. "And I think I'm in need of a break from the phones."
"A break? Sounds good to me." Xander's voice dropped a bit as Anya's hands roved lower, teasing his body mercilessly.
And life was good for Xander and Anya. Maybe it would be good for Willow soon as well. And if this Worthington guy hurt her, Anya had her resources. Vengeance could be good as well.
end Feather Links 2: More Money