Title: Who Said You Only Live Once
Author: anne
Posted: 02-04-2003
Rating: NC17
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Content: c/a is the goal, this is an Highlander cross-over.
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Spoilers: ATS- takes place in between S2 and S3 (but- I’ve mentioned things learned in Birthday (S3-); However, the important part- no Connor (baby or otherwise) or reappearance of Darla or Groo or anything remotely S4 - or when Wesley and Fred decided to get eye surgery or contacts thereby not needing their glasses:
Highlander- I don’t know the episodes well enough to say- the series has ended so there is no chance of anyone being ‘spoiled’ but I have included a brief history of certain characters…and the mention of the demon Ahriman was an arch at the end of S5& S6-
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made. Highlander belongs to Gaumount/Davis.
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Notes: if you don’t like crossovers or the Highlander you won’t like this- I hope that you’ll give it a chance but I’ll completely understand if you don’t.
Highlander Notes: (brief summary for those that are unaware-the Highlander was a show about Immortals- beings that were immortal except they could be killed by decapitation and their purpose was to live for the ‘gathering’ a final battle that left one with the power of all- main character- Duncan Macleod- Highlander- 450 years old-very nice looking- cool- (OK, my opinion) )
Methos- 5000 years old -yeah- that old. Really a cool character- history- (except- that he was one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
Cassandra- almost as old as Methos- the history- Methos with his friends killed her whole village-and I guess her (except she was also an Immortal)
I read from the great feedback that either people know all about the Highlander or barely nothing….this part tells a little more in depth about Immortals. Anything that is wrong- sorry to the purist. I’m going on memory and a quick refreshing from episode guides.
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Dedication: Dannyblue - Thanks for reading my spirited ideas- more importantly your encouragement.Part 23
Angel paused at the bottom of the steps giving a slight tug to Cordelia’s hand. The young woman turned in her ascent her brow raised in question.
“I mean it, Cordy. You’re not training with MacLeod anymore.” Despite Angel’s contentment at sharing a preciously close moment with Cordelia, Angel wasn’t sidetracked from his earlier objective. Angel had to make sure that Cordelia understood that his intentions to train her wasn't for that particular day only. He had thought he made it clear the night before, but obviously not if she had been about to practice with the Immortal before Angel interrupted Duncan’s attempt to take Cordy away into the sunlit garden. A growl threatened to break free from his chest at the thought of Duncan’s ability to give Cordelia the sun and his certain willingness to take advantage of Angel’s vulnerability to the bright ball’s rays.
Cordelia’s other elegant brow rose to match its mate. “Excuse me?”
“I mean it.” Angel repeated firmly.
Cordelia took a step down, her body inches from Angel’s. “I’m sorry, did I understand you correctly?” The warm glow that had flowered while talking to Angel really talking to him began to wilt quickly. “You didn’t just forbid me from training with Duncan, did you? ” Cordelia’s calm question belied her growing annoyance.
Angel wasn’t fooled but he wasn’t about to back down either. There was no way he would allow another near training session between Cordy and the other Immortal.
“Hey, guys.” Gunn’s voice traveled down the stairs.
“NOT NOW.” Both Angel and Cordelia yelled.
“Okaaay.” Gunn’s voice retreated.
***
“Are Angel and Cordy coming?” Fred pushed at her glasses.
“Busy,” Gunn shook his head.
“They’re still training? I want to see.”
Gunn gently caught the young woman. “Girl, they don’t need the audience.”
“Gunn?” Wesley stuck his head out of his office. “Angel and Cordy?”
Gunn shook his head.
Wesley gave a small encouraging smile over his shoulder to the strange couple sitting around his desk. “Excuse me.” He shot out of the office closing the door.
“Is something wrong?” Wesley hurried over to his friend.
Gunn shrugged. “One minute they were on they’re way up. The next- they’re not and a whole lot of tension was swirling up the stairs. Something happened. What, don’t know. Don’t want to know. I’m not getting in the middle of one of their arguments. It’s safer up here.”
Wesley frowned towards the basement door. “Yes, that is never advisable. I do hope they keep it quiet.” He glanced through the window at the clients sitting at his desk. “ I told the Baxters that Angel Investigations was a well-oiled machine. Two associates yelling and slamming things would not do well to foster that impression." Wesley wiped at his glasses. "Fortunately, I don’t believe their presence will be necessary. We can handle the Baxters’ problem. Fred, please join us and take notes.”
“Me?” Fred squeaked. “That’s Cordy’s job. She always talks to the clients and gets the information.”
“Girl, you can do it, hey, you’ve been answering the phone, taking information, and researching like a pro. Come on.” Gunn looped his arm around the woman’s slight shoulders leading her into the office.
“But, not face to face. That’s Cordy’s job. She’s so much better with people. She talks to them and everything.” Fred stuttered.
“Of course you can do it.” Wesley smiled.
“Hey, what’s the gig, again?”
“Ridding the Baxters of their poltergeist.”
Gunn nodded to the young woman. “Got to be you. Barbie gets a little freaky around folks that want to zap a ghost away. She starts lecturing about ghost’s rights. Her pet ghost is filling her head with all sorts of weird shit. Since, when do the incorporeal dead have rights?”
“Phantom Dennis isn’t a pet. He’s her friend. She said so. I like him. I would hate to see him exorcised. He’s sweet. He made us tea last week after Cordy took me shopping.”
“Whoa, girl. Never say the “E” word and Dennis is the same sentence. That doesn’t get her freaky just pissed.”
“Gunn, please.” Wesley couldn’t stop his nervous glances around the room half expecting Cordy to suddenly appear with a finger high waving wildly in offended anger.
Fred peeked up from her glasses as her mind switched gears mid thought. “Angel and Cordelia are arguing? They don’t argue. They really like each other.”
Wesley cleared his throat. “Yes, but even close friends have an occasion to argue.”
“You haven’t been around them both in the same room long enough. Those two- the closer they get the more loud and arguing they get or god forbid that icy silence that could kill any that are unfortunate to be in the way of the eye fu…daggers,” Gunn corrected for the young woman’s benefit,” shooting across the room. It just ain’t safe when they get all obstinate with each other. They need to just accept it and move on.”
“Really? I can’t believe they fight.” Fred’s head jerked around. “Accept what?”
Gunn rolled his eyes biting down his chuckle as he continued to push the young woman after Wesley. "What that loud tension is really all about."
"Gunn." Wesley clucked disapprovingly.
"What? Like you didn’t know or are you as blind as them?"
Wesley sighed. He knew exactly what Gunn meant. And it was becoming more and more apparent. Angel's attitude towards Duncan had been cold at best to put it politely. Wesley had been right to worry.
Wesley realized that Angel’s trip away had been spurned on by his grief over Buffy’s death, but he had hoped that the vampire took some of that time to examine is true feelings for Cordelia. Just as he hoped the time apart would help Cordelia acknowledge her feelings. However, it seemed both were still in major denial and their denial and stubbornness was erupting in arguments and tension again. Wesley sighed. If it weren't for the risk of Angelus, Wesley would smack his dim-witted blind friend’s heads together, lock them in a bedroom, and order, beg them to use the tension as it was properly meant to be used and be done with it and give the rest of them some peace.
***
Methos barely looked up from his book as Duncan sat down next to him on the lobby couch. “Let’s hope they don’t want us to go on their ghost hunt.” Methos turned the page.
“Why are you still so interested in the text of Baba Yaga?”
Methos shrugged, his eyes still on the book. “Why are you so interested in what’s going on down there?” He cocked his head towards the basement.
Duncan’s eyes jerked back to the other Immortal. “How can we be sure that the vampire actually knows how to teach Cordy how to fight?”
“We? I’m okay with it.” Methos finally looked up.
“He’s a vampire. Vampires aren’t known for their skill with a sword, more like biting. He seemed more proud of his boasted ability to rip my head off rather than any weapon skills. Not a talent that would be helpful for Cordelia. And Gunn implied that they were arguing.”
“Don’t go down there and don’t go there. Cordy can handle herself. Anyway, vampire or not, he’s also a warrior for the Powers, can’t imagine he bites that much or rips heads off of the good guys anymore."
“How do we know that?”
“Stop with the ‘we’, this is all you.” Methos closed the book. “Let it go, Duncan. She trusts him.”
Duncan looked again at the book, not satisfied at all at Methos’ comments, but curious at the other Immortal’s preoccupation with the book Cassandra asked him to retrieve. “You haven’t once in the last few days griped about not leaving.”
Methos shot his head up. “Does that mean you’re considering it?”
“No, I’m just wondering why you’ve stopped badgering me. Does it have anything to do with that book?”
“Have you heard from Joe?”
“Evasion, Methos?”
“Just interest.”
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it. I wish I could.” Methos looked back at the book in his hands.
Part 24
Cordelia held Angel’s stare. “You haven’t answered me. Rethinking your idiot position?”
“I told you my position, you…”
“Don’t order me around Angel, it never worked before and it won’t work now.” She pushed past the vampire back down into the basement wanting to keep the upcoming fight away from the lobby. Duncan already thought Angel was rude, no reason for him to see that the vampire was also an idiot. “I will train with who I want when I want.”
“Cordelia.” Angel followed.
“Angel,” she swung around to face him. “DON’T.”
“I don’t trust him.” Angel glared at the young woman.
Cordelia crossed her arms over her chest, her foot stomping at the floor. “That’s just stupid. Duncan has been nothing but wonderful. He’s fought the demons and other baddies in Gabbyho visions while you were gone. He’s taught me about being an Immortal and how to use a sword. You should be grateful not stupid. He’s MY FRIEND.”
“WONDERFUL? A FRIEND?” Angel grabbed the young woman by the shoulders, her defense of the Highlander making him even angrier. “He’s an Immortal. An Immortal that could very well be a threat to you.”
“Threat? I told you, he’s my…”
“Is an Immortal that when the Gathering happens will try to KILL you. He’s a threat.”
Cordelia blinked momentarily then glared. “Just like I will try to kill him if I'm still alive and that doesn’t stop him from caring about me. I owe him.”
Angel shook his head.
“I do.” Cordelia insisted angrily.
“Owe him? You owe me to stay alive and I don’t trust him to do that. I will be training you from now on.”
“Owe you?”
“Yes, Cordelia. You owe me.”
“I don’t owe you a damn thing.” She shouted waving her hands in the air.
“Yes you do.” Angel yelled back. “And it’s about time you start paying.”
“What?” Cordelia turned, glaring at the vampire in shock.
“You’re MY friend, not Duncan’s.” Angel glowered stubbornly.
“He is too my friend and right now he’s a better friend than you, he’s never a STUPID BULLY.”
Angel narrowed his eyes; his growing resentment at each defense Cordelia uttered colored his mind red, shoving logical thinking to the wayside.
“He’s leaving. I won’t have him here any longer. In case you’ve forgotten, this is my hotel.”
“You’re going to kick him out? I don’t believe you. Do you know how many ‘victims’ he’s saved while you were on your little brood fest retreat? Fine, kick him out and I’ll be right behind him.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Angel’s fury turned ice cold.
“Try to stop me, ‘grr’ guy. There’s nothing holding me here. I’m not vision girl. I can go where I please when I please. Screw you and your freaky attitude. I don't owe you anything. This,” Cordy waved around again. “You,” she stopped and glared. “Aren’t my worry anymore. Gabby has that honor. Be her friend. Annoy her. Bully her. She’d probably like it.”
“You aren’t going anywhere.”
“Haven’t we discussed already the stupidity of you trying to order me around. Paris is nice this time of year, hell any time of year.”
Angel seethed. “Fine. Go with your FRIEND. You’re right. You’re not my seer. There is no reason for you to stay if you don’t want to. Leave your family, ME. Go. Make it tomorrow, if you can’t go tonight.” A portion of Angel’s rational thinking finally broke through his emotions as the last word was shouted into the basement. Shit. He just may have gone to far. Duh, ya think. His rational mind cried.
Cordelia blinked and in one stiff motion headed up the stairs, her mind swirling and screaming out in disbelief and anger. Angel ordered her to leave. Well, fine, that was one order she would follow. Cordelia held her back straighter as she left the vampire.
Angel counted every step Cordelia took away from him and as the number grew higher, his anger fled and panic ensued. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She was being Cordy stubborn because he was being an ass. Sure, finally now he could recognize how much he screwed up. She wouldn’t. Oh god, he wasn’t sure. Angel couldn’t risk it. Pride and his remaining anger fled as the young woman got closer to the door. He had to stop her.
Cordelia paused as her hand inched to the doorknob. If she opened that door, she would leave. What was she doing? Oh right, going to live her new amazing immortal life, that’s what. Angel better damn well stop her or she would really leave.
“Cordy.” Angel choked.
The young woman’s hand wavered over the knob. Relief flooded her being.
“You can’t leave.” He struggled to salvage his firm voice.
Cordelia bit down the retort hovering on her lips changing it at the vampire’s expression that had not yet caught up with his tone. “Why?”
“You just can’t.” Angel was finding it very difficult to keep any semblance of composure. Now that she wasn’t leaving he had to make certain that the beautiful woman that he needed more with every growing moment never left him.
Cordelia took a slow step downwards. "I don't want to."
“Then don’t.” Angel moved closer to the staircase, determination swallowing up his previous anger and fear.
“You don’t need me anymore and you’re an asshole.”
Angel choked a small chuckle at the inevitable truth that was staring back at him in the amazing body before him. A thunderbolt erupted through him, another epiphany, again like before it was too long after the feelings that heralded the insight. Angel gazed up staring intently. “I will always need you.”
Cordelia’s foot hung in the air. “Why?” Cordelia asked. Angel’s intense tone beckoned hers even lower.
Angel took a step up the stairs getting closer to the stalled young woman. “I…” Angel wanted to explain tell the young woman his discovery to make her feel the burst of wonder that flowed through him, but it was too soon, he could see the confusion on Cordelia’s lovely face. “I just do.” Angel reached for Cordelia; his hand gently tucked a strain of brown silk behind her ear. He wanted to taste the delicate flesh his fingers brushed.
Cordelia licked her lips nervously. Angel’s stare was so compelling. It was making her skin tingle. Her body leaned without thought into his gesture, her hand going up to gently cover the strong cool hand cradling her face. “Why?” Cordelia's voice was even softer than before almost fearful at what the answer could bring.
“Cordy.” It was impossible but the vampire moved even closer. Cordelia knew Angel hadn’t moved. It just felt like he was taking over more of her personal space. It was making her edgy and well, sort of excited. She was tingling again.
“You just can’t.” Angel cupped his other hand under her chin.
“You have to give me a reason.” Cordy’s tongue flickered over her lips, trying to calm the stirring apprehension that flittered from her toes to her fingertips.
Angel slowly nodded his hands bringing Cordelia’s lips closer to his mouth.
Cordelia gasped as the cool lips caressed her, her hands grabbing at the vampire’s shoulders to keep from falling down in shock. Angel was kissing her, really kissing her. -that was her last thought as she felt his tongue beg entry. OH lord. She gulped, her nails gripping tighter. Angel was…shut up and just… Cordelia moved in trusting the vampire as he pulled her down to his level holding her close deepening the kiss.
Angel took advantage of Cordelia’s uncertainty to explore her lips and taste the hidden warmth of her mouth. Angel's silent growl vibrated in his chest. It was more wondrous than he could ever have imagined. It was deep soft silk that couched and covered his seeking tongue with a spice of bite. Cordelia’s teeth dragged along his tongue to nip along his lips.
Angel tugged her body even closer. He was forced to lean up a moment later when Cordelia gasped and pushed at his shoulders. “Air.” She whispered.
Angel did her bidding and released her mouth, his eyes targeting the delicate flesh under Cordelia’s chin.
“Angel?” Cordelia blinked pushing him back even further.
His eyes left his lips’ goal and moved up to her face. “I need you.”
Cordelia’s teeth chewed on her lips that Angel had vacated. Need. Want. Cordelia was beginning to realize both as she felt the vampire’s hard body pressed against her. But why, that was still her question. But this time she kept her repeating question silent, Cordelia was no longer sure she wanted to know the true answer. She wasn’t at all certain that she could handle it.
Weirdly and very weirdly, it was the unasked question that made her want to run far from the vampire. But it was the silence of the unknown answer that made her have to stay.
“I won’t.” She lifted her hand with a slight smile to caress Angel’s face, her bewilderment stifled under her desperate need not to understand quite just yet if ever. Cordelia resorted to her best defense- denial. It was a welcoming cloak too the confusion.
Angel gave a small smile in return. He leaned back down to recapture her taste.
Cordelia pushed Angel, jerking her face away. “I guess we should see what Gunn was bellowing about, uh.”
Angel stilled. Cordelia was moving away from him again. “Cordelia.”
She gave a bright smile. “Geez, Angel, I’m not going to Paris tomorrow, didn’t have to bring out the kissy face argument. Could’ve just asked nicely. Hmmph. Geez. Well, it’s okay. I managed to learn how to resist the puppy dog look. I can handle this new twist. Come on.” She grabbed at the vampire’s hand and moved up the steps.
Angel’s hand slipped from Cordelia’s watching the young woman leave him again. He frowned. That wasn’t exactly the afterglow he hoped for, hell, he hadn’t wanted any type of afterglow just yet, he wanted to be still in the midst of causing an afterglow.
Why was Cordelia running? He just kissed her. Did she really think it was a tactic? Why wasn’t she still in his arms? She responded. She did. He wanted it back, her back. Angel was getting irritated. “Cordy, no more training with Duncan.”
Cordelia stilled. Angel really thought a heart melting, toes tingling kiss would make her acquiescent. She twirled around to face the vampire ready to really yell and then stopped. What was with him and the intense adoring expressions, it almost made her want to ask her repeating question out loud.
“Please.”
Angel was too still, as if the breath, if he had any, were knocked out of him. He was not just being overbearing. He meant it.
Cordelia licked her lips. If she argued would he kiss her again? Eek, she didn’t understand the first one, she was pretty sure she couldn’t handle another one.
Cordelia scrunched her face up. This promise was harder than the one she first gave the vampire so long ago. Why was that? Cordelia figured she could answer that since it was a question to her and not to the vampire. Cordelia inwardly sighed. The first was easy. Angel needed her. Now, it was hardier. Angel still needed her, but now…he had spoke to her, kissed her, pleaded with her like he meant it. What did that mean and why did she care? Oh nevermind, her ability for major denial taking over.
Cordelia huffed her fingers around the doorknob. “Geez, if it will keep you from digging into your bag of tricks and persuasions, fine, no training by Duncan. Geez, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were jealous.” The quip flowing easily from her lips.
Angel furrowed his brows. Okay, nothing had gone on right. He didn’t train with Cordelia. His kiss didn’t leave Cordelia under him squirming with pleasure. Angel looked up as the young woman prepared to leave the basement, she did say that she wasn’t leaving and that MacLeod wouldn’t train her. Angel took the stairs three at a time. “Cordy, you promised right, you’re not just saying it, right?”
Cordelia took a deep breath over her shoulder. “Yep. Now can we see what Gun was bellowing about?”
Angel nodded happily. Well, sort of happily, anyway. Happy would be back in the basement with his lips and hands on the beautiful woman in front of him. But, Cordy promised and that meant it was for real. Cordelia’s promises were always the truth. “Oh, I’m not jealous, at least not anymore,” Angel, added in a lower voice.
Cordelia glanced over her shoulder. “Uh?”
“Come on, we’ve a business to take care of.” Angel smiled and pushed his way past the young woman making sure his hand traveled from her back in a long caress down to her hand that was still holding onto the doorknob. Angel would kiss her again and soon, he promised.
Part 25
“Where’s everyone?” Cordy asked Duncan and Methos.
“Office, talking to the new clients- the Baxters, they've a ghost that needs to be disposed of.”
Cordelia scowled her eyes targeting the closed door. “Hmmph. I bet they haven’t even tried to be nice to it. Ghosts get treated so unfairly. There’s a prejudice against them you know.” She moved to the door.
“Ah, Cordy, Angel, glad you good join us.” Wesley said in the open doorway.
“They want us to get rid of a ghost, Wesley?” Cordy peered over Wesley’s shoulders trying to get a look at the now forever to be labeled bigoted couple. “Have they even tried…?"
“Cordy, not know, please.” Wesley ushered the Baxters out. “Just spend your day enjoying yourselves, we’ll take care of it and call you when you can return home.” Wesley’s smile was confidant nodding after the couple as they left.
“Wesley, we can’t just go an exorcise their ghost. I’m sure he was there first. Probably just lonely. Or nervous, or maybe he doesn’t like what they watch on TV. Dennis acted up at first, changing the channels on my TV and stereo until we talked it out. All it takes is a little effort. A corporeally-challenged dead person’s needs have to be considered.”
“Cordelia, the Baxter’s weren’t describing Phantom Dennis but a Poltergeist, this entity is dangerous. It’s already tried to kill them twice. Knives to the head, flying blunt instruments. The only interest this poltergeist has in the TV is using it as a weapon.”
“Dennis’ mother-type,” Angel leaned over to whisper to Cordelia, taking an extra moment to breathe in Cordy’s fragrance.
“Oh, smite the dead evil thing.” Cordelia nodded, pulling away from the vampire. Did Angel just smell her? She shook her head. “What’s the plan?” Regaining her focus on the matter at hand.
“Fred has agreed to research the Baxter’s house on the computer for any indication of why this poltergeist is bound. Gunn and I will go investigate the scene.” Wesley did his best to ignore the looks Angel kept shooting at Cordelia or the way the vampire kept inching near the young woman. Wesley wasn’t in denial hadn’t been since he saw the first signs before and after Vocah cursed Cordelia with the everlasting visions. But like every other time it was too blatant to ignore, Wesley chose just to ignore it until sometime in the future whenever that was.
“Just you two?”
“That should be sufficient for now.” Wesley caught his smile at the disapproving inflection of Cordy’s tone. Give Cordy a sword and she became more than the heart, but the over-protective mother bear of her family.
Cordelia scrunched up her brow considering Wesley’s plan. “Well, okay, I guess a sword wouldn’t be much use but remember be firm with it. Don’t let it push you around; you have to show it whose boss. Maybe I should go. I did out bitch Dennis’ bitchy homicidal mom.”
“That won’t be necessary, Cordelia. However, if we find we need your unique expertise in this area we’ll call you.”
Cordelia scrunched her face again but slowly nodded in acceptance. Her brows rose again. “Aren’t you finished with that book yet?” She targeted Methos.
“I was trying but I keep getting interrupted. With the demons and the talking that this place seems to be run over with. I know I’ll just take advantage of Wesley’s office as he plays ghost buster.”
“Fred’s in there.” Cordelia reminded the Immortal. Methos sighed, he did like the young woman, but Fred liked to talk while researching. It was amazing how many thoughts that woman could have at the same time and all out loud. “I’m going to my room.”
“He’s being even less than his normal social happy self. What’s up?” Cordelia faced Duncan.
Duncan shrugged. “I’m not sure but I think he may be worried about Cassandra. We still haven’t heard from her.”
“Really? I didn’t think they were friends. I thought slaughtering her village and family and keeping her has his personal play slave kind of ruined that possibly. Methos was ‘Death’ of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse really nasty in his time.” She explained to Angel. “Funny how that one’s THE APOCALYPSE like there haven’t been any after. Hmmph. World didn’t end. I think they need a new word for almost world ending catastrophes. Hmmph. Just a thought.” She shrugged. “Duncan, do you think that she was challenged? You told me she was good, long life and everything.”
“What?” Angel turned after Methos. He had been worried about Duncan but who was this other Immortal. He seemed to stay out of Cordelia’s way. But, ‘Death’, Angel didn’t like the sound of that.
“He’s not evil anymore.” Cordelia piffled away Angel’s question. “And Cassandra didn’t die or anything, well she did, but she’s also an Immortal. Never met her but she’s almost as old as Methos, give a decade, century, or two. Are you really worried?” Cordelia scrunched her face back at Duncan.
“There’s no reason to think she’s dead, not yet.”
Cordelia nodded. “I don’t see why I can’t have my visions, Cassandra has had them for like forever and she’s an Immortal.”
“Cordy, she doesn’t have visions, just the gift of foresight. Not the same thing.
“Good, to thinking she’s still alive. Whatever to the vision stuff and major Eww “ Cordelia scowled as a blond head appeared bobbing down the staircase.
“Angel,” Gabriel ran up to the vampire. “Why didn’t you wake me?” She latched on to his arm.
“I was supposed to?” Angel disentangled her hand and moved behind a glaring Cordelia. “Why would I wake her up?” He whispered into Cordy’s ear.
“Hell, if I know.” Cordelia whispered back.
“Angel, we have too spend as much time together as possible. We need to bond.” Gabriel smiled winningly.
“Bond?” Angel’s eyes widened, didn’t the ear-hurting girl get that he didn’t want to know her? He thought he cleared that up the other day. But then again, he had thought he had cleared up the Duncan training bit with Cordelia. He remembered speaking, but was it out loud? He stared back at the young seer. “What for? I don’t have to bond with you. What’s she talking about?” He leaned back into Cordelia’s side. This time his need for her scent was running a close second to his need for her explanation.
“Who knows what goes on that vacuum spaced blonde head of hers.” Cordelia rolled her eyes to the ceiling.
Gabriel narrowed her sparkling wide blue/green eyes into acceptable size. “I heard that.”
“Gee, didn’t know I was whispering.” Cordelia glared back.
“You can’t keep interfering with my time with Angel, I’m his seer now not you.” Gabriel glanced at the sword in Cordelia’s hand. “Go play swords with Duncan, better yet, go away with him. You’ve your own destiny, but not here.”
Angel stepped up. He was sure he put a nix on that thought. “Cordy’s not going anywhere. And no where does it say I have to bond, whatever that means, with my seer.”
“Of course, you do. You had a bond with Doyle and even her because they were your seers.” Gabby reluctantly pointed towards Cordelia.
“No, I had a friendship with Doyle and well, with Cordy…” Angel paused reliving their kiss in the basement. What did he have with Cordelia? He knew now what he wanted with her. He had to get her alone again.
“Well,” Cordelia stood her hands on her hips.
“Well- What?”
“What do you have with me?”
Angel smiled softly. “A very complicated and very special relationship.” He tucked a strand of hair back around her ear. “I don’t need a best friend,” Angel looked up to the blonde woman. “I’ve already got my hands full with the one I have.”
Cordelia blinked. The glint of something she refused to recognize in Angel’s eyes and tone brought the remembrance of the taste of his lips in techno flashes to her brain.
“She’s not supposed to be here.” Gabby putting on her best pout.
“Well, am and I’m not leaving -ever, so get use to it.” Cordelia glared.
Duncan listened hoping that Cordelia’s words were brought on by her anger rather than true intention. He glanced at the smile on the vampire’s face. The vampire seemed pretty confident in Cordy’s angry vow.
“Cordy?”
Cordelia spared a last glare at the blonde and turned to Duncan. “Yeah.”
“We still on for dinner tonight?” He asked gently.
“Dinner?”
“Dinner?” Angel’s echo vibrated into a growl.
“I owe you. Remember, you beat me, you get dinner where ever you want, though I was thinking we could drive up to San Francisco, it’s a beautiful day the sun is shining, you said you wanted to go back there. We could spend the day enjoying the sights.”
The sun card, again. Angel was going to kill the Immortal. No question, the Highlanders head was gone, rolling on the floor at Angel’s feet.
Cordelia’s eyes brightened. “Café on the Water. Yum.”
“Cordy, you can’t go.”
“Uh?” Cordelia swiveled around to face the vampire.
“We haven’t finished training yet. Lot to go over, it could take all day. No time to spend the day in a whole other city.”
Cordelia looked down at her sword. True they hadn’t even started but she assumed that they were just going to pack it in and start all over tomorrow.
“That’s perfect.” Gabriel squealed. “Cordy and Duncan can go to San Francisco, while we stay and get to know each other.” She smiled.
Cordelia bristled, narrowing her eyes at the seer.
Angel wasn’t sure but from Cordelia’s stance, he got the distinct impression that Gabriel’s suggestion and glee was pissing Cordy off. Usually, that phenomenon of Cordy’s anger scared him but this time it made him want to jump up and down in a happy dance or at least smile a little.
Angel cocked his head, his finger to his chin. “Okay, maybe that would work. I guess I do need to know more about you after all you are my seer.” He glanced at Gabriel then smiled at Cordelia. “Have fun.”
Cordelia’s body tightened even more than she thought possible. “I’m sorry Duncan maybe another time, Angel and I still have training to do.” She grabbed at the vampire.
Angel shrugged, keeping his smug smile to a minimum. But it was difficult, Cordelia didn’t call his bluff and she wasn’t going to spend the ‘sunny day’ with the Immortal.
“We can just go somewhere in LA, later.” Cordelia shot over her shoulder at Duncan.
Angel choked on his satisfaction. “Right, Gabby and I can go out too, to get to know each other.”
“What? You don’t go out to eat. You can’t.”
“Of course, I can.” Angel said calmly. He was going to win this.
“You don’t eat.” Cordelia demanded.
“You know I can.”
“You don’t like people places, you never wanted to take me out.”
“That’s not true.”
“Caritas doesn’t count. It’s demon not people. You don’t like people, can’t do them, socially inept, that’s you.”
Angel shrugged. “I’m sure Gabriel will make the effort to help me with the social stuff.”
Cordelia’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped. “Effort, effort? Who wanted to get you a puppy, who made you go to parties, who suggested something other than the black on black wardrobe, who taught you how NOT to growl at strangers, who gave you lessons on witty social banter, who had to drag you kicking and grumbling to a nightclub, who put up with your broody brow, glowering and hiding in corners, Who?”
Angel tapped the side of his jaw in exaggerated concentration. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Did someone do all those things? I’m pretty sure I’d remember a puppy.”
Cordelia wiggled her nose in disgust at the vampire. “Fine, you want to go to dinner, we all will go, me and Duncan and you and your seer that you are all of a sudden so anxious to get to know. What? Did you just notice she was blonde? It’s not real you know.”
“It is too.” Gabriel glared.
“Yeah, REAL dye job. Pfft. “ She crossed her arms and glared at Angel, cocking her brow. “ So, Mr. Blossoming Social Butterfly, what do you say.”
Angel considered. He had absolutely no desire to go out to dinner, especially with Gabriel or the Immortal. But, he was not going to let Cordelia go alone with MacLeod. “Fine.”
Duncan stepped back. Nobody asked his opinion but if Cordelia ever bothered to turn around and ask him, he’d be hard pressed to say ‘fine’. Having dinner with a vampire, especially Angel was not high on his to do list.
“Angel and Gabriel can go to dinner, give them quality time alone. Cordy, we can go tomorrow or some other time. ” Duncan added vaguely not wanting to give Angel the opportunity to interject on any future plans.
“Wonderful,” Gabriel squealed jumping up and down.
Angel’s protest died on his lips as Cordelia whipped around to the Immortal. “No, it’s a great idea. We’ll all go.”
“Go where?” Fred peeked out the office.
“It’s seems we’re all going to dinner,” Duncan hid his groan.
“Really? That’s great,” the brunette smiled. “Though, I haven’t really been to a restaurant yet, just Caritas. Can maybe we go there? I’m still not sure I’m comfortable in other places. And Lorne doesn’t mind if I suddenly feel the need to dive under a table. This will be fun, we can celebrate Angel’s homecoming. Lorne will want to see him. I can’t wait to tell Wesley and Gunn. I’ll go tell Methos.” She ran happily up the stairs. “Cordy, can you help me pick something out to wear?”
Cordelia nodded wanting to kiss the young woman. Going out with the whole gang was so much better than having to stare across a table at the blonde bimbo while she whined on and on – ‘Oh Angel’. Caritas could be very noisy; if Cordelia was really lucky she wouldn’t even hear Gabby and Cordelia could find a way to keep the seer far far away.
“Guess we’re all going. You know, it is a great idea. You got just love her.” Cordelia beamed after the retreating young woman.
Angel nodded. He could live with going to Caritas. He was sure he could find a way to keep MacLeod away from Cordelia and avoid Gabriel at the same time. Angel smiled. Cordelia really hadn’t wanted him to be alone with the seer.
Angel walked up behind Cordelia. “Maybe you could also find me something less black to wear and you’ll have to stay close- to help with that witty social banter and keeping me out of corners. That is your area of expertise after all.”
Cordelia slowly tilted her gaze to the smiling vampire, forcing herself to ignore the shivers Angel’s unnecessary breath caused as his words trailed down her neck. “Just so long as you remember, buster.”
“Always, Cordy. Didn’t you want to finish training?” He held out his hand.
“You mean start don’t you, Hmmph.” She studied the hand for a moment, oh hell, she really wanted to touch the vampire, her hand welcomed Angel's.
“Cordy.” Duncan called.
“Yeah. Oh, sorry Duncan. We can go to dinner some other time, but Fred’s right, we should celebrate Angel’s homecoming. I know it wasn’t what you had in mind, but it will fun.”
Duncan nodded, disregarding her comment. “I’d like to see what Angel is teaching you.”
Cordelia shrugged a bit puzzled. “Sure.”
“Why?” Angel faced the Immortal.
“Call it a vested interest.”
Angel narrowed his eyes. Plans of trying to kiss Cordelia again flew out of his mind only to be replaced by the Immortal’s head rolling around on the floor and being high kicked out of the hotel. “It will be a distraction.”
“Don’t be silly, Angel. I’ve gotten used to the buzzing of other Immortal’s being around. I barely notice after the initial bzzyness.”
Part 26
“Fred?”
The young brunette looked up from the bundle of clothes in her arms. “Hi. You’re back.”
“Where’s everyone?”
“Methos is upstairs reading, Gabby is up stairs pouting thank goodness, not the necessarily the pouting part but she is upstairs, not in the lobby that’s a plus. Duncan, Angel and Cordelia are down in the basement training.”
“Oh, Angel is in a small room with Duncan with sharp weapons?”
“Sure, I imagine they both have their swords, Cordy had hers- they’re training.”
Gunn looked towards the basement door. “Does this make you twitchy? Angel, Duncan, swords, it makes me twitchy.”
Wesley nodded. He started to speak but was distracted by the dresses Fred was lying out on the lobby sofa. “Fred? Are you moving?”
“Of course not.” She smiled. “Cordy said she help me pick out what to wear tonight. We’re all going to out tonight, even Gabby.” Fred rolled her eyes for a moment.
“We are?”
Fred nodded. “To celebrate Angel’s homecoming. We’re going to Caritas.”
“Whose idea was this? Yours?”
“Oh, no.” Fred bit her lips. “Honestly, I’m not sure. Duncan, Cordelia, Angel and Gabby were talking about it first.”
“How odd.”
“What that we’re going out?”
“No. That the four of them would all be in the same room together discussing party plans. Why is Gabby pouting?”
“Who cares?” Fred waved the question away. “Did the information I found help?”
“Yeah, ghost gone with a minimum fuss.”
“Great. Where’re you going?”
“I just think I should head to the basement see how the training is going.” Wesley headed to the basement.
“You mean see if Angel has speared Duncan yet,” Gunn mumbled following.
“He wouldn’t.”
“Uh, uh, that’s why we’re both going down to make sure, right? Haven’t gotten the warm and fuzzy vibes from the vamp towards Mac, can’t tell me you have.”
Wesley shrugged going into the basement.
***
“Cordy?” Wesley stood next to the young woman.
She looked up. “Another wasted attempt at training.” She nodded to the Immortal and vampire engaged in a sword battle. “One minute, Angel’s showing me a move, then Duncan corrected it, then Angel growled, Duncan repeated his instruction, next thing,” she held out her hand to the obvious result.
“How’d the case go, Dennis or Mommy Dearest?”
“Definitely evil and definitely gone.”
“Good.” Cordelia narrowed her eyes back towards the fighters.
“Who’s winning? No low blows or anything, I hope” Gunn nodded in Angel and Duncan’s direction.
“Can’t really tell. One minute Angel’s got the advantage, then Duncan, then back to Angel and so worth. It’s been like this forever.” Cordelia shrugged. “I guess I’m learning something, though I’m not sure what. I think Angel might be holding back though, I’ve seen him move faster.”
“Well, there’s no reason for Angel to exert his full strength, it’s just a practice fight.” Wesley said hopefully.
Duncan pushed in harder using a complicated swing to get under Angel’s blade. The Immortal was disgustedly impressed. He had hoped that the vampire wasn’t so good. He had wanted to convince Cordelia that the vampire wasn’t skilled enough to teach her.
Angel had no illusions that the Immortal would be a challenge; he just had hoped he wouldn’t be as much as one. Angel wanted to show Cordelia that he could beat the Immortal without resorting to his vamp abilities. But, it looked like that wasn’t in the cards. Well, Angel refused to lose. Angel sped up, slamming his sword with full force countering Duncan’s artful swing.
Duncan staggered a bit as Angel’s blow pounded against his weapon causing the blade to vibrate. The Immortal quickly regained his balance and danced his feet into a more secure stance as he fought off Angel’s increase in speed and strength.
“Looks like the vamp is letting loose.” Gunn commented.
Cordelia frowned. “He shouldn’t use the vamp stuff it’s not fair.”
“Fighting for survival is not a fair game, Cordelia.”
“Whose fighting for survival, this is just practice, just like you said.”
“I’d say Mac is beginning to fight for his.” Gunn shook his head. “English, are you getting worried.”
“A little. Angel.” Wesley called trying to stop the fight.
Cordelia glanced from Gunn and Wesley. “Worried? You don’t think Angel would actually hurt Duncan do you.”
“Angel,” Wesley called louder. Damn the vampire was ignoring him.
Duncan was starting to get concerned. He was managing to counter all of the vampire’s moves but he didn’t know for how long. The vampire wasn’t weakening or slowing down; in fact, he was just getting more aggressive. Duncan again tried to combat Angel’s strengths with his more masterful techniques. Not working. Duncan twirled placing a high kick into the vampire’s chest, knocking Angel back, attempting to gain a moment to regroup and rethink his strategy.
Angel was back in the fight in an instant. He arches getting wider and stronger. Angel pushed down Duncan’s leg as it came up for another kick. Duncan dodged and struck out with his fist.
Angel fell a little with the punch, only to steady his stance for an even more aggressive attack.
Duncan barely saw the blade searching for his neck, the steel a blur in its swiftness. He thrust up his arm, not having time to meet the steel with his sword. The Immortal winced and staggered back as Angel’s blade made a deep gouge in his flesh almost severing the his arm.
“ANGEL,” Cordelia ran to the fight her sword immediately in the air, blocking Angel’s next swing towards Duncan.
Cordelia was knocked to the floor her blade crashing to the ground.
“Angel. Angel.” Gunn and Wesley yelled running up.
“What the hell are you doing?” Cordelia dragged her shaky body up between Angel and Duncan.
“Cordy?” Angel suddenly dropped his sword. “Are you okay?” He reached for her arm to help steady her.
Cordelia angrily knocked away his hand. “I asked you a question…OH, nevermind. Stupid.” She turned quickly to Duncan helping him up. “Mac?” She rushed to examine his wound.
“He’ll heal.” Angel studying the ground as his sword knocked at the cement.
“It still hurts, you dumb ass.” She yelled over her shoulder. “Wes, towel.”
She caught the material, wiping at the blood. “Duncan, are you all right?” She studied the injury. It was starting to close but the injury had been deep. Cordelia swore she saw the whiteness of bone.
Duncan winced again and slowly nodded, bringing the towel tightly around his arm. “I’ll be fine.”
“I know but…”
“Cordy, I’m okay.” He said lowly.
Cordelia swirled around to face Angel. “You could’ve killed him. What were you thinking?”
“He still has his head.” Angel grumbled again.
Cordelia glared too mad to respond. She ignored the vampire and put her arm around the Highlander. “Come on, Duncan, you should lie down, you’ve lost a lot blood. You should rest.”
“Cordy.”
“Mac, rest won’t hurt. It will speed things up. Come on.” She said gently leading him up the stairs.
“Just what were you thinking?” Wesley asked the vampire.
“I…he’ll be fine.” Angel yanked a rag over his sword, wiping off the Immortal’s blood.
“That last blow was to his neck, Angel.”
“It wasn’t even close.”
“If he hadn’t blocked it with his arm, his head would be on the ground.”
“He just got sloppy, I wasn’t trying to kill him.” Angel refused to meet Wesley’s eyes.
“You better hope Barbie saw it the same way or your butt will be sitting in the sun going up like a torch.” Gunn shook his head.
“I wasn’t trying to kill him.”
“Gunn’s right, I do hope Cordelia sees it that way. I’m not sure though that Duncan will.”
“Afraid he’s going to kill me too.” This time Angel did look at his friend.
“Don’t underestimate him, Angel. I’ve fought at his side for over three months now. He’s very good.”
“I beat him.”
“Yes, well, I don’t imagine he thought you would actually try to kill him, especially in front of Cordelia.” Wesley shook his head and left the basement.
“Man, that wasn’t smart. Even if Cordy does believe that you didn’t mean it, she’s pissed. Great job of impressing the little woman with a big ass sword and the know how to use it.” Gunn followed Wesley out.
Angel growled, his arm gathering all the materials on the workbench, smashing them to the floor. He sat on the low bench near by, his head falling in his hands. He really fucked that up.
Part 27
Methos stood in the hallway watching as Cordelia and Duncan approached. The pretty young immortal switching from sweet concern for Duncan and the violent flaming of Angel’s character and vampires in general, completely ignoring Methos‘ presence.
Methos shook his head he could have easily lived another 1000 years without seeing Duncan cuddled in Cordelia’s arms, his arm wrapped in a blood soaked towel, and the pathetic helpless pained look on his handsome face. From the amount of blood, it had to have hurt like hell, but Methos knew for a fact that Duncan had suffered worse and despite his injured expression, Duncan’s pain was less if not gone by now. Hell, all he needed was an aspirin and ten minutes, if that.
But it seemed that Cordelia had forgotten and Duncan had just decided not to remember that he was perfectly fine, willing to let Cordelia baby him.
Methos was having a hard time believing Duncan MacLeod, a man who could pretty much gain the undivided attention of any woman he wanted during any age, was resorting to such obvious tactics.
“I’m assuming that Angel’s not dust.” Methos commented dryly.
Cordelia flashed around. “Give me a minute. That damn bully stupid bossy idiot.”
“Cordy,” Duncan said weakly.
Oh. That was beautiful. Methos rolled his eyes. “Cordelia, you do realize that Mac’s fine, little bloody but fine.”
Duncan glared at his friend.
“Sure, he's pretty much healed. But it hurt and he lost a lot of blood. And it shouldn’t have happened, stupid vampire. I’m going to kill him. Come on, Duncan you need to lie down.”
“Thank you, Cordy, but I’m okay and I‘m sure that Angel didn‘t mean anything. He just got a little carried away.” Duncan said nobly.
Cordelia laid a gentle hand on Duncan’s face. “That’s sweet of you, but he could’ve killed you with his…what was he thinking, damn him.”
Methos decided that he wasn’t going there. Angel and Cordy’s relationship wasn’t his business, though he did have opinions on the subject, but stating them would mean he was getting involved in the melodrama that descended the Hotel since the vampire returned and he really didn’t want to do that. But, he couldn’t help but shake his head at Duncan’s performance. “Cordy, I seemed to remember you purposely getting yourself injured just to beat Angel.”
“That was different.” She glared.
“I can see that, this time it didn’t seem to work.”
“This wasn’t Duncan’s fault.” Cordelia defended righteously. “It’s all the fault of that damn, stupid bully.”
“Right.” Methos smiled with a sardonic snort. “Cordy, how about I take it from here. I’ll make sure that the helpless, sweet, healed, Immortal gets all better.” Methos deadpanned.
“Hmmph. Weren’t on your way somewhere? Come on, Duncan.” Cordelia led Duncan past Methos towards his room.
Methos shook his head. Just wonderful. When things were just starting to look really bad they just got worse. He should’ve stayed in London.
Part 28
“Fred, I don’t think we’ll be going to Caritas tonight.” Wesley said apologetically.
Fred was still in a little bit of shock. She wasn’t sure if it was from the sight of Duncan’s arm all bloody, the fact that Angel caused the bloodiness, or the mean words Cordy used threatening the life, limb, and testicles of the vampire. Fred blinked. If she had to choose, she’d have to go with Cordy’s language and threats. She never heard Cordelia so mad and loud...and descriptive.
“I can’t believe that Angel actually did it on purpose. I’m sure Cordy’s wrong.” Fred bit her lip. “She wouldn’t really do that, you know that thing she said, to his you know, you know.” She glanced nervously back and forth between Gunn and Wesley.
Both men gave an involuntary winced look at their crotches and shivered.
“I’m SO glad I’m not the vamp right now.” Gunn shook away the vicarious image of irreparable damage afflicted on his scrotum.
“Where’s Cordelia?” Angel came up from the basement.
“Tending to your wounded." Wesley's cough signaled displeasure and warning.
“He doesn’t need tending, he’s an Immortal.”
“Angel, I would suggest trying a different line of reasoning when Cordy deems to speak to you again.” Wesley instructed.
“I wasn’t trying to kill him.” Angel shuffled his feet.
“It ain’t us you needed to be worryin’ about. Worry about your family jewels.” Gunn shivered again.
“She’s really mad, isn’t she?” Angel shifted from foot to foot.
“That would be a very fair assessment of the situation.” Wesley agreed.
“Maybe you could apologize.” Fred said hopefully.
“I…” Angel took a breath and sighed. “I‘ll apologize to her.”
“Angel, I should think an apology to Duncan would be more appreciated.”
Angel glared up. He didn’t want to apologize to the Immortal. He wanted him…. Christ, it was his desire for MacLeod’s head to be rolling around on the ground that got him in this mess in the first place. Fuck. Angel really did love Cordelia but he wouldn’t be able to tell her and have her actually listen, if he didn’t come to some sort of détente with MacLeod. Angel reluctantly nodded, wondering if there was anything he wouldn’t do for that woman.
Part 29
Methos’ eyes followed the vampire as he stalked past him. Methos shrugged it didn’t look like he was carry in any weapons, but then again there was that ripping off of the heads thing vampires could do. Methos shrugged again. He had confidence that Cordelia could prevent any further demonstration of male testosterone.
Angel spared a long hard glance at Methos. The Immortal held the vampire’s gaze and gave an innocuous smile in return.
The Immortal was Death, Death as in one of the riders of the Four Horsemen. He had been a ravager of villages and families, one who kept slaves for his own amusement. Methos had been evil by choice and now they were supposed to believe he wasn’t. It’s not like Methos suddenly got a soul and a mission. There was no great burden of guilt in his eyes.
Angel wanted him gone. Angel didn’t want Methos near Cordy or his family. He could still be evil. It’s not like evil disappeared overnight. Angel frowned and looked back at the Immortal still standing on the bottom step. Except it wasn’t overnight, it was 5000 years. Still, what did the old Immortal do with all the guilt? Angel shook his head. First things first. Angel’s priority was making up with Cordelia and dealing with MacLeod.
Methos sighed and moved into the center of the lobby once Angel disappeard up the staircase. “What did I do to him? I’m not the one Cordelia is doing her Florence Nightingale routine on.”
Wesley looked up at Methos. “Excuse me? Angel didn’t say anything to you.”
“Ever hear the saying ‘actions speak louder than words’, well a murderous glare from a vampire practically shouts at you- Danger, Will Robinson, Danger.”
“I wouldn’t have taken you for a “Lost in Space’ fan.” Gunn chuckled.
“While most of the flower power generation spent their time on love ins and drugs, I became a slave to the TV. Did that, done the other in the 1800’s with Byron.”
“Lord Byron?”
“Yeah, he was creative genius, but Duncan had to kill him a few years ago.”
“Byron was an Immortal?” Wesley asked.
“And here I thought you had been studying the chronicles that Joe sent.”
“There are thousands and the living Immortals are my immediate concern, they are the ones that can pose a threat to Cordelia.”
“You did read the Councils’ motto didn’t you, ‘No Interference’.”
“Knowledge isn’t interference, it’s necessary for Cordelia's safety.” Wesley said firmly.
Methos inwardly groaned. Duncan needed to realize that if he wanted to be Cordelia’s protector he had others in line in front of him, none of which showed any signs of budging.
“Don’t know about wanting to kill you,” Gunn interrupted bringing the subject back, “but if I was you I wouldn’t be raising swords with Angel.” Gunn flopped on the couch, scooting quickly at Fred’s squeak of alarm and wild gestures to her few dresses.
“Sorry, girl.” Gunn patted at the soft material. “No harm.”
Fred bent down to straighten out the wrinkles. Cordy had picked those out for her and said that they looked pretty. She wanted Cordy to choose the best for tonight. Fred sighed as she looked longingly at the clothes. She guessed it wouldn’t be tonight though. She had been actually getting excited rather than scared at the idea of a night out. Oh well.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I avoid injury and death when at all possible. Duncan can stick to the heroics and saving of the not to be saved damsels. I’m just company. Which doesn’t explain why the vamp wants my head.”
“Methos, you’re over-acting, Angel doesn’t want…”
“Sorry, when self-preservation is at issue, I tend to think over-acting is preferable than death.”
“Angel isn’t…”
Methos halted Wesley’s statement. “I think today may have shown the vampire that killing Duncan wouldn’t be in his best interest. Unless, he’s as stupid as Cordelia as been grumbling and yelling.”
“Angel isn’t stupid.” Fred shot up from the floral material she had been fondling.
“That’s what I’m counting on.” Methos glanced at the book in his hand. He was already disinterested in the conversation. He studied the book turning it over in his hands. If he made his request there could be hell to pay, hell from Duncan and from the vampire. There was a reason Methos never wanted to get involved. Yet, if the kernel of suspicion that he had been forming was in the least bit true then the possible danger reached beyond these strangers, which made it his concern.
“Wesley, have you translated this.” Methos held up the book. Regardless of his instinct to avoid conflict, his instincts also begged for confirmation or the negation to his burgeoning worry.
Wesley cocked his head at the Immortal, holding his glasses in front of him. “I glanced at it, but haven’t had the opportunity to fully explore the text.” Wesley held off mentioning that even if he had the opportunity in between legitimate work and reading the massive material regarding Immortals he had received once he became Cordelia’s watcher it would’ve been impossible, as Methos had confiscated the book for his own personal perusal.
What was it with these Immortal’s they move right in and take over. Wesley bit back the thought. He was beginning to sound like Angel. The Immortals had been nothing but helpful even Methos with his reluctant attitude jumped in when an extra sword was needed to fight the visions. Yet, Wesley couldn’t help but empathize with Angel’s anger. While, Angel had been gone it was easy to accept their presence and be grateful, but now, Angel was back and, no matter how helpful they had been they were no longer needed and were disruptive.
“Wesley.” Methos repeated.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry.” Wesley pushed his glasses up.
“I asked if you could translate this spell for me.”
Wesley blinked. “I thought you would’ve translated all of it by now.” Did he sound testy? Wesley didn’t want to sound testy, that would be akin to adopting Angel’s defensive and jealous attitude towards the Immortals. Wesley appreciated their contributions. He, just also, empathized with Angel.
“I know the language. I know a lot of languages, but spells I’ve avoided. Magic not really my thing. I may have missed something. Been literal when I shouldn’t have and vice versa.”
Wesley took the book, glancing at the spell. “And it is important because.”
“Please, just do it. We'll compare notes when you’re done." Methos didn't want to take the chance of influencing Wesley's interpretation of the spell by telling him his own concerns. Methos respected Wesley's intelligence and talents and wanted to hear his thoughts untainted by outside theories.
Wesley took a longer look at the spell. The cadence of the old language was an unfamiliar pattern to most known spells. Wesley’s interest was piqued, especially in light of Methos’ interest. The arguably oldest Immortal in existence was immensely knowledgeable as well as intelligent. If Methos had been studying it for the last few months and was unsure of the spell’s meaning and concerned maybe Wesley should also be concerned.
“Yes, well it does seem that tonight’s plans have fallen to the wayside.” He nodded.
Fred sighed at the additional confirmation that the party was cancelled.
Part 30
Angel paused at the door of the room trying valiantly to shove aside the picture of a flesh colored soccer ball with an annoying, useless ponytail highflying through the bedroom windows. Could Cordelia sit any closer to the Immortal?
“Excuse Me.”
“What do you want?” Cordelia swung her legs off the bed, stomping her feet on the floor, her hands indignantly fisted on her hips.
“I…I owe Duncan an apology.” Angel stood at the doorway, quite proud that he hadn’t grabbed Cordelia off the bed, locked her in the closet, and ripped violent gouges in the Immortal’s flesh before plucking his head off. Angel wasn’t really a soccer fan but he could see the pleasure of kicking, smacking, and otherwise beating the hell out of the head shaped ball.
“You what?” Cordelia scrambled closer to the vampire. “I don’t believe you.” She cocked a brow.
"Cordy, of course, I realize that I over-reacted, it was the heat of battle."
"Battle...battle...it was practice, not a battle.” Cordelia huffed, still glaring.
Angel shrugged. "It felt like one, MacLeod is a very skillful opponent. I got carried away that's all and I'm sorry." Angel directed the apology to the Immortal that was now standing.
"Hmmph." Cordelia walked up to the vampire studying him closely. Suddenly she grabbed at the sides of the shirt Angel had put on over his muscle shirt that he had been wearing during the fight. Cordelia jerked the material exposing the tight fit of the white shirt around his waist. She narrowed her hands as she immediately bent over to pull up the legs of his loose pants.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking for sharp pointing things. Don't think I don't know where you hide them when you want to be all sneaky."
"Cordelia," Angel brushed at the young woman's still searching hands. "You can't believe that I intentionally tried to kill your friend, can you?" Angel put on a hurt face and tone.
Angel’s expression became sincere and a little frightened as Cordelia stood back and seemed to seriously consider the question.
“Geez,” She suddenly rolled her eyes. “Of course, I don't, don't be stupid. But you could've killed him."
"The blow wasn't that close to his head...but," Angel held up his hand stopping her next words and the anger that was quickly rebuilding in the young woman. "It was reckless and for that I am sorry."
Angel wished Cordelia would hurry up and accept it, before he had to choke on another apology to the Immortal. He had to do something. Hiding his grimace, Angel tried again. "Instead of going to Caritas to celebrate my coming home, how about we go as a gesture for thanks to MacLeod and Methos for all they have done to help you and everyone else while I was away." A stagnant pause descended while Angel waited to add his coup de grace. "I'll pay."
Duncan crossed his arms across his chest, impressed that vampire’s nose wasn't a foot long or that a lightning bolt didn't fry his ass.
Any anger Cordelia might have had was replaced by shock. "You'll PAY? For EVERYONE? With MONEY?"
"That's usually how it’s done, Cordy."
"I don't believe...you...money..." Cordelia gapped her mouth opening and closing like a stunned goldfish. "Why?" She managed to sputter.
"Cordelia," Angel took a chance and placed his hands on Cordelia's shoulders and tugged her a bit closer.
Cordelia still blinking let herself be moved.
"I know I haven't been acting very sociably. With Buffy's death and all the changes with you and everything...I just haven't...” Angel's brown eyes sadden as he held Cordelia's and damn if there wasn’t a hint of a quiver in his voice.
The shock was gone as suddenly as the anger. "Oh, Angel. It will be alright."
"That's what I've been waiting for you to say every since I got back.” Angel said with true sincerity. “You promise?"
"Of course." She caressed at Angel's jaw.
The vampire couldn't help but lean into the motion of the soft touch.
Duncan began to wonder if he was invisible. He cleared his throat.
Cordelia dropped her hand, immediately. "Angel, didn't mean..."
Angel gently tugged at the hand that left him. "I can apologize for myself, Cordy." He smiled softly.
"Right, of course you can.” She leaned up. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered into his ear. “I better go tell everyone that the plans have changed and back on." She smiled then narrowed her eyes at the vampire and leaned up again. "Don't think that your little puppy dog look got you completely off the hook, buster. I know all your tricks now. You’re still paying and I'm ordering everyone to eat and drink as much as humanly, demonly and immortally as possible." She tapped her whispered condemnation gently against Angel's cheek.
Angel tried to look offended, but a smile kept jerking at his lips. "Yes, Cordelia."
"Hmmph."
Angel stood and watched the young woman depart. He turned at the sound of Duncan’s clapping hands. "Nice job. Any of it true?"
Angel studied the Immortal any trace of a smile long gone. "Actually, most of it. If I meant to kill you, you'd be dead."
"Right, a heat of the battle thing."
"That and a intense dislike of you and what you represent. Cordelia believes you are her friend. Everyone agrees that you've been helpful. Fine, great. You're a good guy. But, you are a potential threat to Cordy and that makes me angry and not all caring about your well-being. I apologized for one reason only- It upset Cordelia. And, to that end, you'll stay alive and you're welcome to stay as long as you like."
Duncan chuckled disparagingly. “Thanks for the invite. I think I will stay for a while longer. After all, I still owe Cordelia dinner in Sunny old San Francisco."
"Don't push me, MacLeod."
"Oh, I'm not worried, Cordy's got my back, and if you happen to 'overact' again in the 'heat of battle' she'll nurse me through. The fact that I'm all healed just doesn't seem to deflect from her loving concern.
Angel stood motionless and let the Immortal leave with the last word, because Angel knew that if he responded in anyway the Immortal would be dead.
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