Title: Conversations at the Hyperion
Author: LostAkasha
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Content: just read…
Summary: The Angel Investigations team is in the huddle. Sort of. Here’s a series of 3 drabbles.
Spoilers: Set in S-3 AtS pre-Provider
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Downstairs
“…always done this, always will. Reads a book, thinks he knows.” Angel steps through the kata with sinuous precision, voice tempered, falsely matter-of-fact.
Cordelia ghosts his movement. “If you’re upset, tell…”
“Not upset.”
“Fine. But you should say…”
“Nothing to say. If he’s curious he can look it up.”
“Angel.” The way she says his name makes him stop and meet her eyes. “Wesley thinks too much for his own good, but he’s your friend. Tell him why you’re upset…”
“I am not…”
“Upset, right. Could’ve fooled me.”
Lifting the sword, Angel establishes his position. “Not likely,” he sighs.
Upstairs
“…just another distraction. Gotta be ready to move is all I’m saying.” Stretching his long legs, Gunn relaxes on the sofa, and lets Fred put Connor in his arms.
“It’s impractical at best, dangerous at worst,” Wesley agrees in a stage whisper. “You must remember that while Angel appears to be a man, the presence of his demon self informs everything he is.”
“That’s a load of horse puckey.” Fred doesn’t bother to lower her voice. “Angel’s humanity isn’t the problem, Wesley, you know…”
“What the hell’s horse puckey?”
“Charles!” Fred hisses, “Don’t say horseshit in front of the b-a-b-y,”
Downstairs
“…other people making decisions about my son.” Angel angrily takes Cordelia’s practice sword, returns it to the rack, and waits for her rejoinder.
“You’re right,” she says, sitting on the bottom step.
“Having Connor is the closest I’ll ever come to perfect happiness,” he whispers, sidling next to her.
“Which is why Wes has you under the microscope. You can’t blame him.”
“Cordy, I won’t lose my soul by loving my son. My life is about keeping him safe. Keeping us safe. There’s no bliss in that.”
“Sometimes the things that make us happiest…”
“…break our hearts. No surprise there.”
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