( You wouldn't steal a handbag. You wouldn't steal a car. You wouldn't shoot a policeman, then steal his helmet. You wouldn't go to the toilet in his helmet, then send it to his grieving widow and then steal it again! Then why would you steal a baby? )

( ''Cordelia, would you please pass the sweet potatoes?'' )

The plan for dealing with the enemies while also not giving away any information unduly to Wolfram and Hart was executed flawlessly, with Cordelia claiming perhaps more credit for it than she truly deserved, and finally evening came and they were in-character and ready to carry it out.

( The Act )

Now, a week might have gone by in Fandom time since Angel's son's birth, but for Wesley and the rest of the Angel Investigations team, it had only been two days.

Over the course of those two days, Lorne had moved in (something about his club being firebombed as a result of the eighteenth-century vampire hunter who wanted to kill them all), quite a ( Read more... )

Having escaped the vampires from the hospital (who, for the record, weren't so much an ordinary group of vampires but rather disturbingly cult-like in the way they'd gotten on their knees, groveled to the as-yet-unborn "miracle child" and outlined their plans to protect and nourish the child by feeding it the blood of its mother and all the other ( Read more... )

And so Wesley, Angel and Gunn proceeded to Chinatown to investigate the five herbalist shops Fred had found in the phone book. This wound up taking quite a while, since it was only once they reached the fifth shop that they managed to find and acquire the key (it involved slaying a pair of Cantonese Fook-beasts). Once they finished, they were on ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, that fight? Hadn't gone so well. Hadn't gone well at all, actually; it had resulted in everyone being tossed in what was either a terribly-maintained basement that so happened to have bars on the door, or, more likely, a dungeon.

However! In what was surely a happy surprise for all, it turned out that the dungeon was not, in fact, ( Read more... )

There were many things that could be said for Angel's car -- it was a classic, it was a convertible, it drove smoothly enough. But one thing that could never be said for it was that it was able to accomodate seven people with any degree of comfort.

Fortunately, as Wesley (who was squeezed in the front seat between Angel and Lorne) recited from the ( Read more... )