And then...
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januarFinished! I finished it, just in time too. Yay me!
Ok, it's not quite 1000, but I didn't know how to make it any longer without messing up the story I'd written. I just finished it this morning, I'm such a procrastinator. So here it is.
And Then...: a post-Angel ficathon
by: oneechan19
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"A Hellmouth? Another bloody Hellmouth?"
They were gathered in what formally was Caritas. Conner was tending Angel's wounds, who was laid out on his stage on his stomach. Illyria was helping Gunn, who had surprised everyone by not dying. Spike had one bloodied ahand clutching his equally bloody arm. All of them were glaring at the one person in the room who didn't seem to be injured in one way or another. The person who never seemed to stay away. Lilah.
"That's what I said, blondie," Lilah smirked, arms crossed over her neatly pressed suit. "Your little hotel sits on top of a Hellmouth."
"And how long have you known about this, Lilah?" Angel asked, groaning as he sat up, bandaged wrapped around his torso. Conner crossed his own arms, still glaring at the dead lawyer.
Lilah pretended to look shocked. "Why, Angel. Do you think that I'm know about the Hellmouth this whole time?"
Silent glare.
She shrugged. "Actually, I didn't find out where it was located until after I died, so not worries. I did know that one existed in LA, but we weren't sure exactly of the location. Only an estimate. The energy coming from the Hellmouth in Sunnydale kept throwing of the location."
"Let me guess," Gunn grunted as Illyria placed another guaze pad against his constantly oozing stomach wound. "You thought it was under Wolfram and Hart."
"Very good, counselor," Lilah replied, picking a piece of invisible lent of her shirt. "I guess that upgrade did do you some good."
Silent glare.
"Anyway," Lilah continued, ignoring the looks, "that's the facts."
"So we closed the bloody thing?" Spike asked, wincing as he shifted wrong.
Silence. Then Lilah started laughing. "Closed it? Oh no, necklace boy, you didn't close it. You think fighting a bunch of demons would simply close thing? You should know better than that, closing one yourself. No, it's still there, waiting for its next chance to reach out and bite andor eat someone. In your case, probably the latter."
"So it was all this for nothing?" Conner growled, his vampire blood showing. "Everyone whose died, died for nothing? Wesley, Fred... others... It was pointless?"
Lilah just smiled.
"Get out." Angel was on his feet now, looking pointingly at Lilah. "Get out before we send back to hell looking like, well, hell." He glanced over at Illyria, who tilted her head and smiled creepily at the idea of inflicting great pain to the dead lawyer.
"Fine, fine," Lilah relented, holding up her hands in surrender. "I can tell when I'm not wanted. Or wanted dead. Or deader than I already am. Whatever. Just remember what I said." With a smirk still on her face, she walked out of the bar.
It was silent for a few minutes after she left, minus the sound of bandages being applied to different wounds and hisses of pain.
"It can't have been," Gunn finally spoke, looking at the others with a pained look on his face. "It all couldn't have been for nothing."
"I bloody hope not," muttered Spike, glaring at Illyria as she wrapped his bandage a little too tightly. She just stared back at him.
"Oh don't worry, it wasn't."
Everyone turned to see Lorne enter the main room from the back. He waved sheepishly. "Yeah, I know, I said I was hitting the road, but I decided to stop by this place of old times sakes. Good memories and the fact that this is where I first showed up in the world will do that to you. Also in case a nuclear meltdown happened, because, underground here. Anywayy, I fell asleep and didn't wake up until you noisy bunch came in. But that's not important," he finally finished rambling, waving his hand in the air. "What's important is that it all wasn't for nothing. It did have a point."
"What makes you so sure of that?" Illyria asked as she finished tying off Spike's bandage and turned her full attention to Lorne.
"Easy. Cordelia." Missing the flinching done by Conner and Angel, Lorne continued. "Do you think Cordy would have given you the visions if it was for nothing? No matter what miss i'm-a-bitch-and-a-lawyer-oh-wait-they're-the-same-thing said, it did do something. And I'm sure Cordy knows it."
Angel looked at Lorne, then turned and looked at the others. Gunn, Illyria, Spike, Conner. As he looked at his fellow warriors, the people who had helped him fight the good fight for the last five years, the people who managed to gain his trust and become his friend /quasi-friends, a smile slowly grew on his face.
"You're right, Lorne. It wasn't for nothing. It was for everything."
The End
Hope you enjoyed. Comment please. Good ones will be cuddled and snuggled. Bad ones (aka flames) will be used to make s'mores.
Ok, it's not quite 1000, but I didn't know how to make it any longer without messing up the story I'd written. I just finished it this morning, I'm such a procrastinator. So here it is.
And Then...: a post-Angel ficathon
by: oneechan19
for:
fairy_tale_echo"A Hellmouth? Another bloody Hellmouth?"
They were gathered in what formally was Caritas. Conner was tending Angel's wounds, who was laid out on his stage on his stomach. Illyria was helping Gunn, who had surprised everyone by not dying. Spike had one bloodied ahand clutching his equally bloody arm. All of them were glaring at the one person in the room who didn't seem to be injured in one way or another. The person who never seemed to stay away. Lilah.
"That's what I said, blondie," Lilah smirked, arms crossed over her neatly pressed suit. "Your little hotel sits on top of a Hellmouth."
"And how long have you known about this, Lilah?" Angel asked, groaning as he sat up, bandaged wrapped around his torso. Conner crossed his own arms, still glaring at the dead lawyer.
Lilah pretended to look shocked. "Why, Angel. Do you think that I'm know about the Hellmouth this whole time?"
Silent glare.
She shrugged. "Actually, I didn't find out where it was located until after I died, so not worries. I did know that one existed in LA, but we weren't sure exactly of the location. Only an estimate. The energy coming from the Hellmouth in Sunnydale kept throwing of the location."
"Let me guess," Gunn grunted as Illyria placed another guaze pad against his constantly oozing stomach wound. "You thought it was under Wolfram and Hart."
"Very good, counselor," Lilah replied, picking a piece of invisible lent of her shirt. "I guess that upgrade did do you some good."
Silent glare.
"Anyway," Lilah continued, ignoring the looks, "that's the facts."
"So we closed the bloody thing?" Spike asked, wincing as he shifted wrong.
Silence. Then Lilah started laughing. "Closed it? Oh no, necklace boy, you didn't close it. You think fighting a bunch of demons would simply close thing? You should know better than that, closing one yourself. No, it's still there, waiting for its next chance to reach out and bite andor eat someone. In your case, probably the latter."
"So it was all this for nothing?" Conner growled, his vampire blood showing. "Everyone whose died, died for nothing? Wesley, Fred... others... It was pointless?"
Lilah just smiled.
"Get out." Angel was on his feet now, looking pointingly at Lilah. "Get out before we send back to hell looking like, well, hell." He glanced over at Illyria, who tilted her head and smiled creepily at the idea of inflicting great pain to the dead lawyer.
"Fine, fine," Lilah relented, holding up her hands in surrender. "I can tell when I'm not wanted. Or wanted dead. Or deader than I already am. Whatever. Just remember what I said." With a smirk still on her face, she walked out of the bar.
It was silent for a few minutes after she left, minus the sound of bandages being applied to different wounds and hisses of pain.
"It can't have been," Gunn finally spoke, looking at the others with a pained look on his face. "It all couldn't have been for nothing."
"I bloody hope not," muttered Spike, glaring at Illyria as she wrapped his bandage a little too tightly. She just stared back at him.
"Oh don't worry, it wasn't."
Everyone turned to see Lorne enter the main room from the back. He waved sheepishly. "Yeah, I know, I said I was hitting the road, but I decided to stop by this place of old times sakes. Good memories and the fact that this is where I first showed up in the world will do that to you. Also in case a nuclear meltdown happened, because, underground here. Anywayy, I fell asleep and didn't wake up until you noisy bunch came in. But that's not important," he finally finished rambling, waving his hand in the air. "What's important is that it all wasn't for nothing. It did have a point."
"What makes you so sure of that?" Illyria asked as she finished tying off Spike's bandage and turned her full attention to Lorne.
"Easy. Cordelia." Missing the flinching done by Conner and Angel, Lorne continued. "Do you think Cordy would have given you the visions if it was for nothing? No matter what miss i'm-a-bitch-and-a-lawyer-oh-wait-they're-the-same-thing said, it did do something. And I'm sure Cordy knows it."
Angel looked at Lorne, then turned and looked at the others. Gunn, Illyria, Spike, Conner. As he looked at his fellow warriors, the people who had helped him fight the good fight for the last five years, the people who managed to gain his trust and become his friend /quasi-friends, a smile slowly grew on his face.
"You're right, Lorne. It wasn't for nothing. It was for everything."
The End
Hope you enjoyed. Comment please. Good ones will be cuddled and snuggled. Bad ones (aka flames) will be used to make s'mores.
