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When the call about Mrs. Summers came, we were all shocked. Angel and Cordelia more so then I, since I've never really met her. But the few times I did meet Mrs. Summers...Joyce, as she insisted I call her, I can honestly say she was a very nice lady. And a true lady. She loved both her daughters and did an admirable job or raising her without the help of her husband. Of course I didn't think so at the time.
No back then I thought that a Slayer should fight alone, not bothered by friend and certainly not by family. But her mother knew what she was and her sister as well. Though, Dawn wasn't actually there when I was. But I'll be damned if I can get my brain to understand that. Not that it matters, she's Buffy Summers sister in every possible way. Except that Joyce never really gave birth to her. But then again, if there's anything I've learned during my life, it's that biological family isn't all that wonderful.
When we heard the news, Angel of course went over to Sunnydale. He wanted to make certain that Buffy was alright, and her sister. Wanted to make certain that they'd be taken care off. Neither Cordelia and I had any real objections, even if we did have to run an agency. I assured him we could handle thing for a little while and he should take his time. Those poor girls just lost their loving mother, they're going to need all the support they can get. Joyce Summers will be greatly missed. Not just by her daughters.
But that still means that Cordelia and I are alone at the moment. Which of course for Cordelia means that she's having a ball. Not that she didn't do whatever she wanted to when Angel was still around. But even more so now. At time I wonder why I'm coming in to the office at all. Other then for our daily snarking session that is. I really enjoy that, not that I'd ever admit it to her. Or she to me. I think we both know. It's been rather boring without Angel around to annoy while doing that. Nor did Cordelia have many visions. Two to be exact. And we were able to handle both cases without much difficulty.
To say that we're both bored, would be an understatement. That could be dangerous, considering the idea's Cordy sometimes comes up with to treat boredom. So, each day I sit in the office, waiting for Cordy to show up. Nervously sipping my tea and wondering what another day at Angel Investigations Minus Angel will bring.
(Open to Cordelia)
No back then I thought that a Slayer should fight alone, not bothered by friend and certainly not by family. But her mother knew what she was and her sister as well. Though, Dawn wasn't actually there when I was. But I'll be damned if I can get my brain to understand that. Not that it matters, she's Buffy Summers sister in every possible way. Except that Joyce never really gave birth to her. But then again, if there's anything I've learned during my life, it's that biological family isn't all that wonderful.
When we heard the news, Angel of course went over to Sunnydale. He wanted to make certain that Buffy was alright, and her sister. Wanted to make certain that they'd be taken care off. Neither Cordelia and I had any real objections, even if we did have to run an agency. I assured him we could handle thing for a little while and he should take his time. Those poor girls just lost their loving mother, they're going to need all the support they can get. Joyce Summers will be greatly missed. Not just by her daughters.
But that still means that Cordelia and I are alone at the moment. Which of course for Cordelia means that she's having a ball. Not that she didn't do whatever she wanted to when Angel was still around. But even more so now. At time I wonder why I'm coming in to the office at all. Other then for our daily snarking session that is. I really enjoy that, not that I'd ever admit it to her. Or she to me. I think we both know. It's been rather boring without Angel around to annoy while doing that. Nor did Cordelia have many visions. Two to be exact. And we were able to handle both cases without much difficulty.
To say that we're both bored, would be an understatement. That could be dangerous, considering the idea's Cordy sometimes comes up with to treat boredom. So, each day I sit in the office, waiting for Cordy to show up. Nervously sipping my tea and wondering what another day at Angel Investigations Minus Angel will bring.
(Open to Cordelia)