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Drama -- by Echo
Rating: PG
Description: Angel figures out something. Cordelia wants to help, sequel to Find and Seek.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I just like to borrow, K?
They were having a sit-down dinner at the Summers' house. Buffy, Giles, and Anya were cooking it. It had felt weird to sleep in Buffy's house again. The sun had just set. Angel wandered into the middle of a heated argument as he entered the living room.
"Look, I'm sorry!"
"You are NOT!"
"You're right. I'm not, but at least you're not pouting."
"Bite me, Spike."
"You wish."
"No, you wish." Willow saw him standing there. "Hi, Angel."
He saw it. It was there in her eyes right before she focused on him. Passion. If there was anything he could recognize, it was that, and the two of them had it in spades. "Hello, Willow. Spike."
"Peaches."
"What's going on in here?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing."
"Right." Angel sat down on the couch. This was going to be fun. "How are things in the kitchen?"
"Buffy kicked them out cause they wouldn't stop fighting." Cordelia walked over and sat next to Angel. She smiled at them. He put his arm behind her on the couch and lounged.
"About what? They won't tell me."
"One of Will's spells, but, Angel, you have to get Anya's POV on this one. Much funnier."
"I'll thank you to shut your mouth, pet."
"What happened?" Angel looked at Willow, and she blushed.
"Let's just say I was doing spells in a highly depressed state of mind, and things went wrong."
"Or you could say Giles went blind, Xander and I kept getting attacked by demons, and Buffy and Spike were trying to lick the backs of each other's necks from the front." Anya was standing just inside the living room wiping her hands on the apron tied around her waist.
"Bloody hell. Thank you, demongirl."
Cordelia busted into laughter. Angel had turned to glare at Spike. "Why?"
Willow knew exactly which 'why' he was referring to. "It was a spell to have my will done. And I was mad 'cause Buffy had ditched me to chase down Spike. So I said 'If Buffy cares about Spike so much, why doesn't she just marry him', or something like that. And then there they were. Going to be engaged, I mean."
"They made the most disgusting noises."
"ANYA!" Willow didn't want Angel to get upset. She looked at him. He was about to laugh again.
"You know, Anya, you certainly have a way of putting things. I'm really looking forward to dinner."
Dinner had gone without a hitch. Anya had Wesley, Cordelia, and Angel rolling with her renditions of what had gone on in the past year. Angel was amazed at how well Spike got along with Joyce Summers. He'd also been amazed at how no one seemed to notice Spike blatantly flirting with Willow all through the meal. Angel couldn't wait to get her alone. He wanted to get his plan moving.
He got his chance right after desert. Everyone was listening to Anya tell about when Spike showed up on Thanksgiving. Willow had grabbed several of the plates to bring into the kitchen. Angel followed her.
"So, how are things?"
She jumped, nearly dropping the plates. "Angel!"
"Sorry."
"Xander's right. you need a bell. You're worse than Spike."
"How is it with Spike?"
"Let me tell you a little story about how I found out he couldn't bite me. That should return the scare you just gave me."
Angel knew it. Spike didn't offer to turn just anyone. He'd been pretty upset when Willow had told him all of it. If it weren't for that chip, she'd be dead or worse, her evil twin. He was pacing in the spare bedroom of the Summers' house. Cordelia busted in.
"What were you and Willow talking about in the kitchen for so long earlier? Was it Spike?"
"What?"
"Oh please. It's so obvious they have a major case of the lusties for each other. She has the weirdest taste in men. We should do something about it, you know. Neither one of them seem to be taking any action."
Angel grinned. "I'll tell you what I had in mind if you tell me what you're thinking."
"A plan? Oh, Angel, dish."
It was Saturday night. Buffy was out with Riley. Anya was out with Xander. And someone was knocking on the door. Willow closed her e-mail. "Just a minute!" She got up and opened the door to her dorm room. Angel was leaning against the frame. "Angel?"
"Hi, Willow."
"What's up? You wanna come in?"
"Thank you." He walked in and flopped onto Buffy's bed. Willow knew she hadn't seen him in a while, but he sure was acting strange. "So, Willow, what's new with you?"
"Nothin'. Just checkin' my e-mail."
"On a Saturday night?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Let's you and I go out."
"What?"
"Get dressed. We're going to the Bronze."
"Angel, are you ok?"
"I want to hang out with a friend. What?" He got up and started digging through her closet. He pulled out a short black sundress she'd never worn. "Put this on. I'll be in the lobby. If you're not down in half an hour in that dress, I'm going come up her and put you in it." He walked out of the room. Willow gaped after him.
To be continued…
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