Angel: Crush
Title: Crush
Series: Crush
Fandom: Angel: the Series
Character(s): Angel, OC
Length: 1,378 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Summary: Angel goes to visit his “niece”
Notes: more badfic. Don’t ask me what I was thinking, I don’t honestly know. you have been warned :D
Crush
“Hey, what brings ya to the neighborhood?”
Angel looked at the deceptively small girl somehow filling the doorway with a wry smile, “Weren’t you the one who called me over? Weren’t you the one who wanted to go out for the first time in a decade?”
The girl rolled her eyes. “What, I can’t want a visit from my Uncle Angel?”
“Not your uncle Little Girl.”
“Don’t call me ‘Little Girl’ -- we both know I’m not -- and whatever. Anywho, I knew ya’d love ta see Underground.”
“I’ve always heard of the ‘Underground City’ but never actually been.”
“Well duh.” She turned and walked down the short hall.
“Um,” Angel called from the doorway, “did we forget something?”
She turned. “Ka! I forgot ye’ve never been here before. Can’t I just extend ya a universal invitation or something?” The vampire shrugged. “All right, come in ya big broody lug.” He followed her into the living room where she picked up a remote control and flicked on the stereo system before dropping it on the couch and vanishing into her room.
“I bet you practiced that.”
“Believe it.”
“I hope you’re in there getting dressed.”
“No,” she answered exiting, “I’m out here getting dressed.” Shirt open, a pair of jeans and socks in one hand she calmly walked across the spacious living room throwing the items next to the gape-jawed Angel.
“What, what are you doing?”
Brow raised she looked at him as if he were a big a fool as he is tall. “Duh, dressing. The shirt I want is over there on the line.”
“You couldn’t get it and take it with into your room and get dressed?”
Face full of incredulity at his reaction she asked, “What’s wrong wit’ ya? It’s not like I’m sexually appealing. Come on Angel, ya know as well as I every man I know has a complete big brother/little sister complex when it comes to me. Besides ye’ve known me since I was knee high to a duck.”
“You still are.”
“Ha ha.” Taking off her shirt she threws it at him before pulling her choice off the line. “Ya act like ye’ve never seen me in a bra before. Again, what’s wrong with ya?”
“Nothing,” he muttered from beneath her striped blue and white shirt.
“What ye’ve suddenly developed an attraction fer me then?” When he didn’t answer she opened her mouth in disbelieving surprise. “Oh yeah right Angel! And when did this happen?!”
“It’s possible.”
For an answer he got a snort. “Okay Mr. I-Suddenly-Love-Ya-Outta-Nowhere-When-I-Was-Fully-In-Love/Lust-With-The-Slayer who is it? Obviously when ya seein’ my non-boobs yer thinkin’ of someone else’s, now spill.” Sitting she pulled off her house pants and slipped on the jeans. Standing she glared at him and began, “Well, I’m wai- I still want you. I still love you.”
“Hey, what’s with the wolf howl.”
Half angry she hit the vampire hard on the shoulder. “I happen ta like that part o’the song thank ya very much. How dare ya mock the one thing that’s actually attractive about me?”
“That dog whine?” he asked with a straight face.
“Whendya get a sense of humor Mr. Smarty and when are ya gonna lose it already?”
“Just zip up your pants.”
“Not till ya tell me who’s got yer pants in a knot.”
Girl and vampire stared at each other in a stalemate. Once again Angel was struck with the way she seemed to fill the room despite her smallness. She didn’t blink. She didn’t look away. She even controlled the urge to tap her foot.
“All right. All right I give up. ‘Ernim’s red,” he mumbled.
“Erny’s red?”
“Ernase vred.”
“Ernis Vet?”
“Her name’s Fred!”
“Nickname I’m assuming,” she went on as if there hadn’t been an outburst, zipping her jeans.
“Yes.”
“And how did ya two meet?”
“Demon universe. We kinda saved each other.”
“Ooh,” she flopped on the couch next to him, “how romantic,” she beamed up at him. “Do ya have ‘er picture? Have you two been out? Can she cook? What does she look like? Is she nice? Does she know ya have a niece? Can I-”
Angel held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. No, no, I don’t know, I’ll tell you while we’re out, very, of course not and -- assuming that was can you meet her -- absolutely not. You didn’t meet Buffy did you?”
“Once or twice.” At his growl she amended, “I was joking. Joking, ya know, ‘Ha ha, funny,’ that kinda thing? Sheesh, vampires.” Slipping on her socks she asked, “So what are ya gonna do about the first date thing. How bout ya take her ta . . .oh no, that’s probably a bad idea. Um, take her someplace swank and demon free.”
“I’m not taking her anyplace. There aren’t going to be any first dates.”
“Why not?”
“She deserves something better than a demon. She was in that dimension for five years.”
She rolled her eyes, “She befriended ya right?” Angel nodded. “Do ya think she likes ya too.”
“Enough to be my friend.”
“Then take it a little further. Find out if it can be more.”
“I already told you it’s not going to be more.”
Standing quickly she whirled on her “uncle.” “What is wrong with ya Angel? Ya want ta suffer, then show me yer angry,” she said in a rare moment of absolute seriousness. “Fight with yer fists up or call for yer mommy, don’t go with the self made hell. I think the Powers and the gypsies have made enough hells fer ya already.” The tirade seemed to take something from her. She visibly wavered and Angel stood to steady her. “I’m okay, just PMS’ing.”
“Bleeding.” She looked up at him questioningly. “You’ve past the PMS stage.”
“Eww Angel!” the moment of severity over. “I forgot ya could do that. Soon as I’m out of the bathroom we can go.” Standing on tiptoe she kissed his cheek and flitted away.
It was daytime, bright sunlight and there they were out amongst the day-people shopping and laughing and eating -- in the Underground City. No sun to make the Poof go poof . . .so to speak. Angel had to admit, he was enjoying this more than he thought he would. Really he’d only come here to visit his “niece.” It’d been many many years since they’d seen each other. If his preternatural memory was correct, last time she’d seen him she was at Whistler’s side harangueing him to get a bath. Time before that he was Angelus fresh from a blood bath. She’d slammed the door in his face. When he’d forced it open fully intent on showing her what he did to insolent humans she easily slammed him to the floor before returning to her dinner. “And tha’s what I do ta vampires who don’t have sense ta know I don’ want’em aroun’ when they’re drunk.”
“So why don’t ya at least, ya know, take Fred ta lunch or something. Do ya know what’er favorite food is?”
“Tacos,” he answered without hesitation
“Wow, it’s true love.”
Angel scowled. “Nothing like that, maybe. She just hasn’t had one in five years and it’s all she eats right now.”
“Suuure. Riiight.” He glared at her. “So why don’t ya at least take her ta Taco Bell. She won’t think anything of it.”
“Buffy’s dead.”
She wheeled on him stopping the vamp with one hand on his chest. “Dead, are ya serious? How?”
Angel related what Willow had told him. “Oh, I’m sa sorry.” Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, spilling through her lashes. “Are ya all right?”
“Okay. Are you all right? Thought you said you’d never met.” Sniffling she nodded. “So why are you crying?”
“ ‘Cause I know how much ya loved her.”
“Oh.”
There in the middle of Underground she threw a hug around him like a cloak. “Ya want ta suffer then show me yer angry. Fight with yer fists up or call for yer mommy. Don’t let Fred slip through yer fingers.” Releasing him she flipped her deep red braid over her shoulder and pulled him down to another shop. “Now, how bout buyin’ yer favorite niece somethin’?”
“You’re not my niece.”
“Details details.”
[in]Fin[ite]
Next part
Series: Crush
Fandom: Angel: the Series
Character(s): Angel, OC
Length: 1,378 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Summary: Angel goes to visit his “niece”
Notes: more badfic. Don’t ask me what I was thinking, I don’t honestly know. you have been warned :D
Crush
“Hey, what brings ya to the neighborhood?”
Angel looked at the deceptively small girl somehow filling the doorway with a wry smile, “Weren’t you the one who called me over? Weren’t you the one who wanted to go out for the first time in a decade?”
The girl rolled her eyes. “What, I can’t want a visit from my Uncle Angel?”
“Not your uncle Little Girl.”
“Don’t call me ‘Little Girl’ -- we both know I’m not -- and whatever. Anywho, I knew ya’d love ta see Underground.”
“I’ve always heard of the ‘Underground City’ but never actually been.”
“Well duh.” She turned and walked down the short hall.
“Um,” Angel called from the doorway, “did we forget something?”
She turned. “Ka! I forgot ye’ve never been here before. Can’t I just extend ya a universal invitation or something?” The vampire shrugged. “All right, come in ya big broody lug.” He followed her into the living room where she picked up a remote control and flicked on the stereo system before dropping it on the couch and vanishing into her room.
“I bet you practiced that.”
“Believe it.”
“I hope you’re in there getting dressed.”
“No,” she answered exiting, “I’m out here getting dressed.” Shirt open, a pair of jeans and socks in one hand she calmly walked across the spacious living room throwing the items next to the gape-jawed Angel.
“What, what are you doing?”
Brow raised she looked at him as if he were a big a fool as he is tall. “Duh, dressing. The shirt I want is over there on the line.”
“You couldn’t get it and take it with into your room and get dressed?”
Face full of incredulity at his reaction she asked, “What’s wrong wit’ ya? It’s not like I’m sexually appealing. Come on Angel, ya know as well as I every man I know has a complete big brother/little sister complex when it comes to me. Besides ye’ve known me since I was knee high to a duck.”
“You still are.”
“Ha ha.” Taking off her shirt she threws it at him before pulling her choice off the line. “Ya act like ye’ve never seen me in a bra before. Again, what’s wrong with ya?”
“Nothing,” he muttered from beneath her striped blue and white shirt.
“What ye’ve suddenly developed an attraction fer me then?” When he didn’t answer she opened her mouth in disbelieving surprise. “Oh yeah right Angel! And when did this happen?!”
“It’s possible.”
For an answer he got a snort. “Okay Mr. I-Suddenly-Love-Ya-Outta-Nowhere-When-I-Was-Fully-In-Love/Lust-With-The-Slayer who is it? Obviously when ya seein’ my non-boobs yer thinkin’ of someone else’s, now spill.” Sitting she pulled off her house pants and slipped on the jeans. Standing she glared at him and began, “Well, I’m wai- I still want you. I still love you.”
“Hey, what’s with the wolf howl.”
Half angry she hit the vampire hard on the shoulder. “I happen ta like that part o’the song thank ya very much. How dare ya mock the one thing that’s actually attractive about me?”
“That dog whine?” he asked with a straight face.
“Whendya get a sense of humor Mr. Smarty and when are ya gonna lose it already?”
“Just zip up your pants.”
“Not till ya tell me who’s got yer pants in a knot.”
Girl and vampire stared at each other in a stalemate. Once again Angel was struck with the way she seemed to fill the room despite her smallness. She didn’t blink. She didn’t look away. She even controlled the urge to tap her foot.
“All right. All right I give up. ‘Ernim’s red,” he mumbled.
“Erny’s red?”
“Ernase vred.”
“Ernis Vet?”
“Her name’s Fred!”
“Nickname I’m assuming,” she went on as if there hadn’t been an outburst, zipping her jeans.
“Yes.”
“And how did ya two meet?”
“Demon universe. We kinda saved each other.”
“Ooh,” she flopped on the couch next to him, “how romantic,” she beamed up at him. “Do ya have ‘er picture? Have you two been out? Can she cook? What does she look like? Is she nice? Does she know ya have a niece? Can I-”
Angel held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. No, no, I don’t know, I’ll tell you while we’re out, very, of course not and -- assuming that was can you meet her -- absolutely not. You didn’t meet Buffy did you?”
“Once or twice.” At his growl she amended, “I was joking. Joking, ya know, ‘Ha ha, funny,’ that kinda thing? Sheesh, vampires.” Slipping on her socks she asked, “So what are ya gonna do about the first date thing. How bout ya take her ta . . .oh no, that’s probably a bad idea. Um, take her someplace swank and demon free.”
“I’m not taking her anyplace. There aren’t going to be any first dates.”
“Why not?”
“She deserves something better than a demon. She was in that dimension for five years.”
She rolled her eyes, “She befriended ya right?” Angel nodded. “Do ya think she likes ya too.”
“Enough to be my friend.”
“Then take it a little further. Find out if it can be more.”
“I already told you it’s not going to be more.”
Standing quickly she whirled on her “uncle.” “What is wrong with ya Angel? Ya want ta suffer, then show me yer angry,” she said in a rare moment of absolute seriousness. “Fight with yer fists up or call for yer mommy, don’t go with the self made hell. I think the Powers and the gypsies have made enough hells fer ya already.” The tirade seemed to take something from her. She visibly wavered and Angel stood to steady her. “I’m okay, just PMS’ing.”
“Bleeding.” She looked up at him questioningly. “You’ve past the PMS stage.”
“Eww Angel!” the moment of severity over. “I forgot ya could do that. Soon as I’m out of the bathroom we can go.” Standing on tiptoe she kissed his cheek and flitted away.
It was daytime, bright sunlight and there they were out amongst the day-people shopping and laughing and eating -- in the Underground City. No sun to make the Poof go poof . . .so to speak. Angel had to admit, he was enjoying this more than he thought he would. Really he’d only come here to visit his “niece.” It’d been many many years since they’d seen each other. If his preternatural memory was correct, last time she’d seen him she was at Whistler’s side harangueing him to get a bath. Time before that he was Angelus fresh from a blood bath. She’d slammed the door in his face. When he’d forced it open fully intent on showing her what he did to insolent humans she easily slammed him to the floor before returning to her dinner. “And tha’s what I do ta vampires who don’t have sense ta know I don’ want’em aroun’ when they’re drunk.”
“So why don’t ya at least, ya know, take Fred ta lunch or something. Do ya know what’er favorite food is?”
“Tacos,” he answered without hesitation
“Wow, it’s true love.”
Angel scowled. “Nothing like that, maybe. She just hasn’t had one in five years and it’s all she eats right now.”
“Suuure. Riiight.” He glared at her. “So why don’t ya at least take her ta Taco Bell. She won’t think anything of it.”
“Buffy’s dead.”
She wheeled on him stopping the vamp with one hand on his chest. “Dead, are ya serious? How?”
Angel related what Willow had told him. “Oh, I’m sa sorry.” Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, spilling through her lashes. “Are ya all right?”
“Okay. Are you all right? Thought you said you’d never met.” Sniffling she nodded. “So why are you crying?”
“ ‘Cause I know how much ya loved her.”
“Oh.”
There in the middle of Underground she threw a hug around him like a cloak. “Ya want ta suffer then show me yer angry. Fight with yer fists up or call for yer mommy. Don’t let Fred slip through yer fingers.” Releasing him she flipped her deep red braid over her shoulder and pulled him down to another shop. “Now, how bout buyin’ yer favorite niece somethin’?”
“You’re not my niece.”
“Details details.”
[in]Fin[ite]
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