CHAPTER TWELVE
Lorne woke the next morning and rolled over. He looked at Abigail who was still sleeping. A lock of brown hair had fallen onto her face and he gently brushed it away. He watched her sleep for awhile and didn't have the heart to wake her while she was looking so peaceful (and beautiful). He got his clothes and headed for the shower.
Ten minutes later, the shower door opened and Abigail stepped inside, " Morning." She said, looking a little sleepy but happy. She put her arms around his waist and leaned into him before his mouth came down onto hers. " Morning" he replied after the kiss ended. She grabbed the shower sponge, " Would you scrub my back for me?" she asked.
He took it from her but set it aside. He put his hands on her hips and drew her to him before settling his mouth on hers for a long and passionate kiss.
" I think we better go downstairs and put in an appearance." Lorne said after checking the clock.
" Why? I really don't feel like dealing with Angelus." Abigail said resting her head against Lorne, " I like it better here. Besides, we haven't been together like this for ages. I think we deserve time together-alone."
" Sing for me," Lorne suggested, sitting up.
" What?" Abigail brushed a strand of hair from her eyes.
" Sing, so I can read you. "
" You've already read me once,"
" Yes, but it was never successful. Try again so I could get a clearer reading."
" But you've told me plenty of times that you can read me just by looking at me sometimes. Why do I need to sing?"
" Because when you sing, you are baring your innermost soul. So, go ahead."
Abigail groaned but reluctantly started signing-a Sarah McLachlan song, Angel. She didn't have a bad voice, just a little off-key.
Lorne concentrated but nothing was coming at him. No aura, nothing.
" You're still blocking me," Lorne said.
" I'm not," Abigail protested.
" Clear your mind of thoughts and breathe in and out slowly, then sing." He instructed. They tried all the meditative practises he can think of but nothing worked.
" What does it mean?" Abigail asked worriedly. " Does it mean I have no future?"
" Not at all. Sometimes people just don't want to be read, that they are afraid of what the future holds for them. But this isn't the case, Abikins. It's something else." He frowned, " Something mystical."
" What can we do?"
" I have a physic friend who can help. She does aura readings, palm readings, everything. We can make an appointment to see her today. Hopefully." He paused, " if she hasn't left town in account everything that's happening."
" Shouldn't we worry more about that and Angelus instead of my aura?"
" Anything to get our minds of the impending doom," Lorne told her, " Get dressed and I'll go make a couple of calls."
She nodded and kissed him before grabbing her clothes and heading for the bathroom.
Lorne and Abigail went downstairs together, holding hands. Fred noticed this and smiled at them, " You guys are back together?" she asked them.
" Yeah. We've worked some things out and had some…alone time." Abigail replied. " How's things with Angelus?"
Fred glanced at the monitor, where Gunn was keeping watch, " Awful. He's not being particularly helpful. He's enjoying maiming and teasing us."
" We're going out for a bit but we'll be back for our shift." Lorne said and held up his phone, " Call me if something happens."
Fred nodded, " It's really nice the two of you are together again. At least something is going right around here. "
Lorne smiled at her and the couple left the hotel.
Abigail was surprised when she and Lorne walked into the magic shop downtown LA. The women who had greeted them was human. She had expected to meet a physic demon, like Lorne.
The woman was tall, blonde with blue eyes. She wore a long skirt and a ruffled teal blouse. She was beautiful.
" Samantha," Lorne greeted the blonde woman and the two of them hugged. Abigail felt a twinge of jealously and told herself she was being stupid. They were friends, that's all.
" And who's this?"
" Abigail, my girlfriend." Lorne said and the two women shook hands.
" You're having trouble reading her?" Samantha asked him, studying the petite woman in front of her. She was pretty, brown-haired and nice skin. She wore jeans and a sleeveless purple blouse.
" There's a blockage. I can't get anything. I figured maybe trying a human physic might help."
" Come right this way, and we'll see what we can do." Sam smiled at Lorne, " I'll bring her right back to you."
Lorne nodded and sat down on a nearby red couch.
" You don't need to worry you know," Sam told Abigail a few minutes later. Abigail's emotions were coming through one of them being jealously.
" Worry about what?" Abigail asked warily.
" Me and Lorne. We go back a long way, but we're just friends."
" Oh. Well, that's good." Abigail said hedging.
" Let's get started then."
" There's a blockage," Sam told Lorne an hour later, " Someone is blocking you reading her."
" Who?" Lorne demanded.
" Wolfram and Hart. That evil law firm."
" You know of them?"
" I'm one of their clients. They've put a block on Abigail to stop you from reading her."
" But why would they do such a thing?" Abigail demanded Sam,
" and why me? Is it something to do with our relationship?"
"Your relationship with Lorne was pre-destined by the Powers That Be. The reason why you are blocked is because you are important to the world somehow. If Lorne was to read your future, then there's a chance it could be changed. Wolfram and Hart don't want to risk it."
" I'm…important to the world?"
" Darling, we were all put on this earth for a reason. And you have a very big one."
