Angel & Cordelia: Keeping Score
Avoiding work + bad net connection so can't update buffyverse1000 = me catching up on a lot of stuff.
Title: Keeping Score
Author: Doyle
Pairing: Angel/Cordelia (friendship)
Rating: PG
Notes: For mrsdrake for the C/A Ficathon - request was season 1 or 2, humour. This takes place between To Shanshu in LA and Judgment.
Cordelia crossed the final T in 'Gavortnian slugbeast' and snapped the cap onto the marker. "There," she said, taking a step back and looking at her work as if it were the Sistine Chapel and not a demon name scrawled on a whiteboard. Angel couldn't blame her. He had it too, that feeling of accomplishment, of being a step closer to their goal.
"Looks good," he said. "The board. It was a good idea."
It had been Cordelia's suggestion, and she beamed at the praise. "It'll help us keep track of the Go Team Us tally. One more slimy thing off the streets, one more check on the board."
"Not a bad night's work," Wesley said, a note or two of pride sneaking into the casual words. "Gavortnians are notoriously difficult to kill."
"Demon cockroaches," Cordelia said. "And I thought I loved this city before now."
Wes was picking up some of the research books that had taken over the couch, and she sank into the newly cleared space.
"God, it feels good to sit," she moaned, toeing off her shoes. She stretched her arms above her head, working her neck from side to side. "I think the only good thing about the office being in my apartment is that I don't have to go home at the end of the night." The table lamp rattled. "You're the other good thing, Dennis."
"We need to think about getting a new place," Angel said. "Not that Dennis isn't a big help
Title: Keeping Score
Author: Doyle
Pairing: Angel/Cordelia (friendship)
Rating: PG
Notes: For mrsdrake for the C/A Ficathon - request was season 1 or 2, humour. This takes place between To Shanshu in LA and Judgment.
Cordelia crossed the final T in 'Gavortnian slugbeast' and snapped the cap onto the marker. "There," she said, taking a step back and looking at her work as if it were the Sistine Chapel and not a demon name scrawled on a whiteboard. Angel couldn't blame her. He had it too, that feeling of accomplishment, of being a step closer to their goal.
"Looks good," he said. "The board. It was a good idea."
It had been Cordelia's suggestion, and she beamed at the praise. "It'll help us keep track of the Go Team Us tally. One more slimy thing off the streets, one more check on the board."
"Not a bad night's work," Wesley said, a note or two of pride sneaking into the casual words. "Gavortnians are notoriously difficult to kill."
"Demon cockroaches," Cordelia said. "And I thought I loved this city before now."
Wes was picking up some of the research books that had taken over the couch, and she sank into the newly cleared space.
"God, it feels good to sit," she moaned, toeing off her shoes. She stretched her arms above her head, working her neck from side to side. "I think the only good thing about the office being in my apartment is that I don't have to go home at the end of the night." The table lamp rattled. "You're the other good thing, Dennis."
"We need to think about getting a new place," Angel said. "Not that Dennis isn't a big help