Untitled Fluff 1 What to do with Groo
For daisye because I can't give her a real hug.
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The ER nurse ran after the pale figure in the dark coat. "Excuse me, Sir, SIR! Are you family?"
"No I'm- I-" The man peered into the room at the sweaty moaning woman on the hospital bed.
"Are you the boyfriend?" the nurse asked. Angel saw one hazel eye crack open and lock on him, silently daring him to open his mouth.
"No!" Cordelia yelled, even as he nodded yes.
"I am," he lied.
"Oh no you aren't!" Cordy bellowed belligerently.
"Which is it?" the nurse said, clearly already bored with their particular drama.
"She's a little upset right now." Angel flashed a wide knowing smile. "This has been a huge shock to us both." Angel didn't need a mirror to know the power of his smile, especially paired with the eyes. Soft, slightly apologetic- the woman was crumbling. Oh yeah.
"Fine!" Cordy huffed, yes he's my big dumb as a block of wood boyfriend." The nurse stepped to the side and Angel swept in, his big coat giving the illusion of movement in the stale still air of the room. "You happy?" she all but growled.
"Ecstatic." Angel replied dryly.
"That smile doesn't work on everybody."
"It doesn't have to." Angel smiled down at his best friend, reaching for her hand only to have her pull it away. He sighed. "It only had to work on her, and the desk clerk and the female security guard, and her..." Angel smiled wider and waved at the woman passing by the open door.
"Ass," Cordy muttered. "It won't work on me."
"I know," Angel said, feeling smug despite the sting of her rejection. She was a captive audience and they both knew it. "I just want to be here for you. You are my best friend and I just think that -as your best friend- I should be here by your side."
"It's probably Groo's," she snapped.
"Probably," he agreed amicably.
"I mean, we only," her eyes crinkled as she skipped over the word with a vague hand gesture, "You know, the one time and we were possessed, doesn't that count for something? That's should be better than the pill."
"Should be," he once more agreed, biting back another smile at her pleading eyes and desperate whiny voice. Suddenly her lips thinned and her eyes narrowed.
"Then why are *you* smiling? If you know it's probably Groo's"
"I know," he said, unable to keep the creeping irritation out of his tone.
"Then stop-"
He rushed on, unable to contain himself for one more minute, second, millisecond, "But I got there first, and knowing both of our histories...."
"I am *not* having your demon spawn and you're still smiling!" Cordy roared.
Angel calmly continued, "We both know I'm fertile, and you seem to attract demon pregnancies."
"Of which Groo is-" she interrupted, "A demon, not pregnant. Wipe that smile off your face Angel, this is NOT funny."
"No, you're right," he said as he nodded. "You collapsing in the lobby is not funny, you puking in the middle of a vision and then blacking out is not funny, you being rushed to the hospital is *definitely* not funny..."
"Then why are you laughing?" she asked, her upturned face looked adorably perplexed.
Angel felt his legs go a little rubbery, but it was okay. He captured her hand, another smile tugging the corner of his lips when she tried to pull free, but he didn't let go this time. "Because we both tried to fight it." he said gently, "You ran to Groo and I let you run. I sent you away but you couldn't really go, could you? And now this. You're pregnant Cor, and I find that farking hilarious."
He could see her hazel eyes thaw. They melted to liquid gold, deep with feeling. "Angel, what happened at the ballet- that was- did you just say 'farking?'
"Have to watch the language around the kiddo," he said chuckling, as he brushed his fingertips across her belly. The contact seemed to draw her out of her soft haze and back into her irritable self.
"Does Groo even know where we are?" she asked, icily. "Okay, now not only are you smiling you are doing that rocking back and forth on your heels thingy. For craps sake Angel just- back off!" she demanded.
"Nope, sorry, no can do."
"Arrgh! when the room stops spinning I am going to stake your ass!"
"This is a hospital, everything is plastic," he replied. He'd pay for his smugness later, but for now-- It was fun.
"You smug, overbearing, obsessive, egotistical, fat, funny-haired, undead bastard!"
*She'd* pay for the fat comment later. "Cordelia, do you realize that it's very unattractive when you do that bug-eyed teeth clenching thing? And that's undead father-of-my-baby bastard to you."
"Look, get it through your thick overhanging skull-" she ground out through said gritted teeth.
Okay, the insults were getting old. If there was anyone in this room that was thick-headed... "No, YOU look. I'm in love with you and was too stupid to tell you before but I am not going to let the mother of my second miracle child go without a fight, even if the baby's is Groo's, you're mine!"
He swallowed once -hard- but in for a penny, in for a pound, "So get used to it."
"Oh."
"Oh?" Great, he'd rendered them both speechless.
"Okay."
Angel beamed down at his best friend, and slowly, like the sun dawning over the bay, she smiled back.
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*hugs and a sympathetic lick*
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The ER nurse ran after the pale figure in the dark coat. "Excuse me, Sir, SIR! Are you family?"
"No I'm- I-" The man peered into the room at the sweaty moaning woman on the hospital bed.
"Are you the boyfriend?" the nurse asked. Angel saw one hazel eye crack open and lock on him, silently daring him to open his mouth.
"No!" Cordelia yelled, even as he nodded yes.
"I am," he lied.
"Oh no you aren't!" Cordy bellowed belligerently.
"Which is it?" the nurse said, clearly already bored with their particular drama.
"She's a little upset right now." Angel flashed a wide knowing smile. "This has been a huge shock to us both." Angel didn't need a mirror to know the power of his smile, especially paired with the eyes. Soft, slightly apologetic- the woman was crumbling. Oh yeah.
"Fine!" Cordy huffed, yes he's my big dumb as a block of wood boyfriend." The nurse stepped to the side and Angel swept in, his big coat giving the illusion of movement in the stale still air of the room. "You happy?" she all but growled.
"Ecstatic." Angel replied dryly.
"That smile doesn't work on everybody."
"It doesn't have to." Angel smiled down at his best friend, reaching for her hand only to have her pull it away. He sighed. "It only had to work on her, and the desk clerk and the female security guard, and her..." Angel smiled wider and waved at the woman passing by the open door.
"Ass," Cordy muttered. "It won't work on me."
"I know," Angel said, feeling smug despite the sting of her rejection. She was a captive audience and they both knew it. "I just want to be here for you. You are my best friend and I just think that -as your best friend- I should be here by your side."
"It's probably Groo's," she snapped.
"Probably," he agreed amicably.
"I mean, we only," her eyes crinkled as she skipped over the word with a vague hand gesture, "You know, the one time and we were possessed, doesn't that count for something? That's should be better than the pill."
"Should be," he once more agreed, biting back another smile at her pleading eyes and desperate whiny voice. Suddenly her lips thinned and her eyes narrowed.
"Then why are *you* smiling? If you know it's probably Groo's"
"I know," he said, unable to keep the creeping irritation out of his tone.
"Then stop-"
He rushed on, unable to contain himself for one more minute, second, millisecond, "But I got there first, and knowing both of our histories...."
"I am *not* having your demon spawn and you're still smiling!" Cordy roared.
Angel calmly continued, "We both know I'm fertile, and you seem to attract demon pregnancies."
"Of which Groo is-" she interrupted, "A demon, not pregnant. Wipe that smile off your face Angel, this is NOT funny."
"No, you're right," he said as he nodded. "You collapsing in the lobby is not funny, you puking in the middle of a vision and then blacking out is not funny, you being rushed to the hospital is *definitely* not funny..."
"Then why are you laughing?" she asked, her upturned face looked adorably perplexed.
Angel felt his legs go a little rubbery, but it was okay. He captured her hand, another smile tugging the corner of his lips when she tried to pull free, but he didn't let go this time. "Because we both tried to fight it." he said gently, "You ran to Groo and I let you run. I sent you away but you couldn't really go, could you? And now this. You're pregnant Cor, and I find that farking hilarious."
He could see her hazel eyes thaw. They melted to liquid gold, deep with feeling. "Angel, what happened at the ballet- that was- did you just say 'farking?'
"Have to watch the language around the kiddo," he said chuckling, as he brushed his fingertips across her belly. The contact seemed to draw her out of her soft haze and back into her irritable self.
"Does Groo even know where we are?" she asked, icily. "Okay, now not only are you smiling you are doing that rocking back and forth on your heels thingy. For craps sake Angel just- back off!" she demanded.
"Nope, sorry, no can do."
"Arrgh! when the room stops spinning I am going to stake your ass!"
"This is a hospital, everything is plastic," he replied. He'd pay for his smugness later, but for now-- It was fun.
"You smug, overbearing, obsessive, egotistical, fat, funny-haired, undead bastard!"
*She'd* pay for the fat comment later. "Cordelia, do you realize that it's very unattractive when you do that bug-eyed teeth clenching thing? And that's undead father-of-my-baby bastard to you."
"Look, get it through your thick overhanging skull-" she ground out through said gritted teeth.
Okay, the insults were getting old. If there was anyone in this room that was thick-headed... "No, YOU look. I'm in love with you and was too stupid to tell you before but I am not going to let the mother of my second miracle child go without a fight, even if the baby's is Groo's, you're mine!"
He swallowed once -hard- but in for a penny, in for a pound, "So get used to it."
"Oh."
"Oh?" Great, he'd rendered them both speechless.
"Okay."
Angel beamed down at his best friend, and slowly, like the sun dawning over the bay, she smiled back.
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*hugs and a sympathetic lick*