First Date by Psychofilly
Summary: This will hopefully be some short fics based on the premise that Buffy and Angel try and keep a connection after Angel comes to LA, but the purpose of the stories as they are written is to illustrate the change in *Angel* and the C/A dynamic over a period of time.
Spoilers: Early Season One.
Notes: I plan on four stories in this series, but I am a very slow and easily distracted writer.
"I
thought you came to LA to get *away* from Buffy?"
"Cordelia."
Angel sighed, exasperated.
"I'm just sayin'...far
be it from me to give you dating advice, but when you break up with
a person and move to another city to avoid them..." Her
eyebrows rose as she watched her boss dress for his evening with the
slayer. "I'm telling you, you should mix up the colors. You haven't
seen her in what? Like, three months. Don't you want her to see how
much you have changed for the better? Black on black is
just...so..."
"Classic?"
"Boring."
"Why are you
still here?" the miffed vampire demanded. "It's Friday night, don't *you*
have a date or something?"
The young woman folded
her arms across her chest and flopped down on his couch in a huff.
"Thanks a lot Angel. Point out the fact that tonight your social
life is more active than mine why don't you?" She leaned back, rolling
her eyes dramatically. "God I am such a looser!"
Angel stopped pacing
the floor and buttoning his shirt long enough to give the brunette a
curious once over, one side of his lips curling into something that
resembled a smile. "You could always go out with Doyle..."
If looks could
stake..."Oh, gee what a great idea! As if my social life hasn't taken a
hit already working for *you*! Now you want me to go out with the little
looser Irish guy."
"You could always
quit," he said innocently, disappearing into the bathroom to fix his
hair. He'd already sat through several hours of Cordelia weighing the
pro's and con's of the "little looser Irish guy" since he had
saved her recently from a vampire. Cordelia wandered over to the
door to his bedroom and leaned against the doorframe.
"You'd like that
wouldn't you?" She waved a finger in his face when he poked his head out
of the bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth. "Well you're not getting rid
of me that easy!" she sighed, her body deflating. "You
know what the sad part is?" He shrugged an eyebrow. "I'd
probably go, but between my brand new *fabulous* recently de-haunted
apartment, and the new head shots I had done, I am flat broke! Ugh,
Angel! I NEVER used to be broke, and now that's all I ever am. It's
depressing."
Angel spit and rinsed.
"That's life, Cordelia- get used to it." She stuck her tongue out
at him, and he resisted the urge to smile. "Now why don't you go
upstairs and wait for Buffy. She should be here soon."
Cordelia's features
hardened. "What insane logic is behind this *date* of yours?"
Angel griped Cordy by
the back of the neck and ushered her to the steps. "Not that
it's any of your business, but we just want- we're just trying to- learn
how to be friends."
Cordy turned and
stared up into his eyes, her expression softer than any he'd seen from
her. "Angel...."
"No Cordelia,
it's really *isn't* any of your business but that's ALL that's going on."
He stared at his toes, uncomfortable with sharing his fears and feelings
with the brash young woman who had insinuated herself into his life.
Finally he met her eyes, hedging his answer because really, he
couldn't pin down the logic of it either. "I know we can't *be*
together, but I don't want to forget...I don't want *her* to forget,"
he shrugged, his voice soft. "Maybe one day things will be different, and
I don't want to be a stranger if that happens."
Surprisingly Cordelia
eyes were moist with sympathy. He opened his mouth to tell her to
go when she threw her arms around his shoulders and gave him a bone
crunching hug. Out of sheer shock, his arms came up and wrapped around
her though his body was uncomfortably stiff. If anything she squeezed
harder, and after a moment he relaxed, allowing himself to be
comforted. Just as abruptly she let him go and pulled away.
"You get groiny
and I'm staking you both," she sniffed, turning and heading up the stairs.
He smiled at her retreating form. "And color.... Think about
it!"
Angel stood for a
moment staring at the spot Cordelia had just inhabited, then with a
confused shake of his head finished getting ready.
**********************************
Exactly thirty minutes
and a manicure later the door to Angel investigations opened
and a blond head peeked nervously inside. "Hello?"
"Buffy, it's *so*
great to see you!" Cordy's overly cheerful greeting made her flinch.
"I'd do the hugs and air-kisses, but that was never our thing and hey! Why
start now huh?" She waved plum colored nails in the air.
"Plus, I don't want to muss- but hey."
"Hey Cordy."
Buffy responded, neither surprised or put off by Cordelia's attitude.
She had resolved to simply let the cumulative effect of Cordy wash
over her and be the mature one. She after all, was in college.
"Angel here?"
"I'm here!"
One needlessly breathless sounding vampire skidded to a halt by the door
leading to his office. Buffy had to admit he looked good in black slacks
and a nice, rich, brown button-down shirt. She glanced at Cordelia
who was grinning from ear to ear as she very obviously was checking
Angel out. Buffy's gaze swung back to Angel who was studiously
ignoring the young brunette even though her ogling was making him shift
uncomfortably. Angel smiled nervously at her, opened his mouth and a
very feminine voice said...
"See? Vampire
hearing...he heard you come in and ran all the way up like the big
old...."
"Cordelia!"
Angel interrupted. "I think everything is under control here. Why don't you
take the afternoon off and.."
"No can do boss.
Remember that conversation we *just* had?" She eyed him with complete and
utter disdain. "No, of course not. You were too busy getting your hair
juuusst so." She made a scrunching motion with her fingers and Buffy
tried not to laugh. She could never imagine teasing the serious
vampire this relentlessly herself, but she had to admit, Cordy
apparently had it down to an art form. The self-same Cordy arched a brow
and scooted over to her computer terminal and began to type.
"Nope, I'm just going to be here, earning an honest buck like any hard
working young starlet-in-waiting."
She shuffled some
papers and actually picked up the phone and dialed out, completely
disregarding the hulking presence of the man taking up space across from
her. Angel stood there a moment processing his dismissal then turned
to Buffy an oddly strained smile on his face. "So...you made it?"
"Yep." Angel
gestured her towards his office. Buffy allowed him to lead her into the
dimly lit room. He stopped in the doorway and she turned around.
"Angel? Is everything ok?" There was a look of dawning comprehension on his
face and slowly a sly smile spread across his features.
"Yes,
everything's fine Buffy would you excuse me for just one second?" He shut
the door before she could respond.
Cordy looked up from
her office work, completely unsurprised when Angel appeared by her
desk once more. "Can I help you?" She asked politely. "I
thought you and the slayer had some one-on-one time penciled in?"
"How much?"
"Excuse me?"
Angel actually rolled
his eyes in a perfect imitation of her. "How much is it going to
cost me to get you out of the office?" He held out a twenty that
disappeared from his fingers with preternatural speed.
She began to type as a
soft "Pfft." escaped her upturned lips. Angel glared but another
twenty appeared only to be snatched from his grasp. Cordy's typing
got louder if not faster and Angel took one purely calming breath.
"Last one
Cordelia...." The typing stopped when the money appeared. She made her grab, but
he snatched his hand back and pinned her with a hard stare. "I
don't want to see you till tomorrow, got it?" Cordy's eyes were on
the prize, her entire being focused on the money in his hand. "Got
it?" He reiterated, handing her the money.
She smiled then, wide
and wild...the one that could do real damage to a man's heart, or a
demon's, as evidenced by the crash of Doyle stumbling over
something because apparently he'd been watching her flash her pearly
whites instead of paying attention to the business of entering the
office.
"You're the
boss!" She all but squealed as she dove for her purse.
Doyle righted himself
just in time for her to grab him by the elbow and drag him back to
the door. "Hey, hey!" He grumbled without making any effort to remove
her hand. "What's the emergency!"
Cordy grinned, winking
at Angel. "It's your lucky day.."
"I won the
lottery?" Doyle asked his brogue thickening in his confusion.
"Nooo...you get
the pleasure of my company for the rest of the afternoon, since Angel
is too scared to let us hang around him and Buffy."
"Hey!" Angel
protested.
"Buffy's
here?" Doyle scowled not liking the sound of that, " Are you *sure* there's no
emergency?"
Cordelia drug him out
into the hallway and shut the door. "Nope just a wussy vampire and
his prone to violence ex. Your better off with me- believe it." She
waited patiently until he got the hint and opened the outer door for
her. Angel watched and listened through the window as Doyle ushered her
into the sunlight.
Doyle wiggled his
eyebrows suggestively at her as she passed him and the door clicked
softly shut behind them. Faintly, Angel heard him muse hopefully.
"So I'm gonna get lucky eh?"
"Not in *that*
outfit."
Angel chuckled and
turned back towards his office. Buffy was leaning in the doorway
watching him curiously. "So, did you just *bribe* Cordelia to leave us
alone?"
Angel crossed his arms
and tried not to look guilty, or like a complete and utter
moron. "No."
**********************************
Angel woke in the
pitch black shelter of his bed. The cool dark of the room suggested
midnight but some internalized sense told him it was closer to nine AM.
He let himself drift in the illusion of solitude his bedroom
provided, turning over the events of the previous day in a
endless dog chasing it's tail, pointless sort of way.
Angel had refused to
make a plan for the day. They weren't going on a date, and he didn't
want to do anything that would be a painful reminder of just how
much they couldn't share for either of them. Despite her ill-hid
disappointment, Buffy had accompanied him on a few case related calls
and they tried to get past the awkward, stilted trickle of
conversation and find a zone where they could talk comfortably and just
get to know each other again.
The day had ended with
his face between her legs and Buffy screaming his name.
Angel had learned over
the course of the day that Buffy hated Spike too and kinda dug a
guy named Riley. She was struggling with her classes but she
enjoyed them more than she had thought she would and there were commando's
stalking the campus for some ungodly reason. By the end of the evening
he'd dove between her knee's, irregardless of the danger to his
soul, just to shut her up about her life that seemed to be going
perfectly fine with him out of it no matter how much she claimed to
miss him.
He took a deep breath,
pushing down the rising frustration, only to smell the faintest
trace of eau de Doyle. Which meant he wasn't as alone as he'd like to
be. He got up, opened the door then realizing his state of complete
undress turned back and snagged a pair of grey boxers and stepped
into them. Cordy was always complaining about the lack of color in his
wardrobe, if she only could see his underwear he thought -grey, not
black- she'd faint.
He padded noiselessly
into his living room. Feeling a tickle, his hand slid southward
under the hem of his boxers to give his balls a healthy scratch and
adjustment. He heard a distinctly feminine throat clear. He blinked the
sleep out of his eyes and looked down to find Cordelia reclining on
the loveseat right about eye level with his crotch...his hand
jerked out of his shorts so fast there was an audible snap of
elastic.
"Thank you, Al
Bundy for that lovely image! Ugh, is there anything grosser than
men?" She huffed.
Angel stalked to the
refrigerator, using the heavy door to cover his embarrassment.
"I'm a vampire.." He mumbled under his breath.
"Well, duh."
Cordy agreed hearing him despite the low tone and the heavy door hiding him.
"Sure the blood sucking falls on the side of ew, and no one likes
it when a vampire attacks, but can there really be anything grosser
that raw unrefined testosterone driven manliness?" Angel straitened, a plasma bag
in his mouth and an armful of breakfast supplies in his arms. From the
corner couch Doyle groaned. "I didn't think so." Cordy
confirmed, watching him move about the kitchen from her spot, making no
apparent effort to move. "Don't make Doyle anything. I don't
think he'll be ready for solids till at least around four or five."
Her expression turned unrepentantly evil. "Maybe he'll have what
you're having...."
"Shut up you
devil woman!" Doyle moaned, the thought of an o-positive breakfast obviously
making his stomach turn.
"Like you shut up
last night?" Cordy exclaimed indignantly. She turned to the barely
clothed vampire who was discretely sipping his blood while he fixed
her eggs and chopped up fruit. "Cheese please!" She smiled wide and he
nodded heading for the fridge. "You should have heard him last
night, Angel, he tried to start a riot in O'Malley's. He brought
up the whole Irish religious thing between Catholics and
Protestants and then started shouting about the persecution of both
towards demon religions." She rolled her eyes. "You can
guess how well *that* went over...."
Angel put the
finishing touches on Cordy's cheesy eggs and popped a piece of cantaloupe in
his mouth as he contemplated his life. He had a moment to realize
that no matter how much he missed Buffy, he was doing perfectly fine
here in LA. He had a mission, and he had friends. He saw an
almost endless procession of day's like this. Doyle struggling with
his own demons, atoning for his own sins. He hoped one day the
young half demon would trust him with those secrets, trust him to
help him carry the burden.
Cordy's laughter
brought a faint smile to Angel's lips. Cordy who he hoped would make it as
a star if that's what she wanted, though he was beginning to
realize he might just miss her and her brand of peculiarness in his
life if she did. She threw him and steadied him and made him smile and
laugh and forced him to get over himself. He had been frustrated
last night -since coming to LA really- because he hadn't had a clue as
to how to begin to be anything besides Buffy's boyfriend.
Through Doyle and
Cordelia, he was learning.
End.
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