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[REPOST] Angel fic: The Curse of Friendship

This story is being reposted from 2012 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

Angel’s curse really is a curse. It’s going to take some time for Cordy to come to terms with that.
1361 words | [PG]

I watch him, the way he moves around the edge of the room instead of entering the center where I am. I smile, rolling my eyes. He’s so predictable sometimes.

“Don’t be such a baby.”

“Cordy, I don’t-”

I huff, blowing my bangs up, then cross the room and grab his arm. “It’s not the end of the world.”

I watch the emotions play across his face—horror, terror, confusion, embarrassment. He thinks he’s so good at hiding them behind that impassive expression. But his eyes give him away. I can see right through the façade. Sometimes without much effort. I’m starting to think he’s not trying as hard to keep things from me anymore.

He takes a deep breath as if to settle his nerves. Not that he needs to breathe. I’ve long since stopped thinking of him as different, though. Angel’s just a guy. A guy with the emotional maturity of a ten-year-old.

“Like this.” I grab his right hand, slipping it around my waist, and take his other in my right hand. We start to move around the room, circling and turning. He’s more graceful than you would think looking at him. And he isn’t stepping on my toes. I frown at him, but he’s looking anywhere other than me. “You’ve done this before.”

His eyes dart around, finally resting on my shoulder. “Maybe,” he mumbles. Read more…

[REPOST] Angel fic: It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

This story is being reposted from 2014 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

ang_christmasIt’s the first Christmas for Angel Investigations, but Angel isn’t really in the mood. Too bad Cordelia has other plans. Set in season one sometimes after Doyle died.
1550 words | [PG]

“What’s all this?” Angel asked, pushing aside the cage door of the elevator.

Cordelia balanced on a chair, a string of brightly colored lights in her hand. She smiled down at him. “It’s Christmas, silly.”

“Yeah, but what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

Angel crossed his arms. “It looks like you’re decorating my office with Christmas lights.”

“Ding, ding. Ten points for the vampire with the grasp of the obvious.”

Wesley came in before Angel could retort, lights twisted around both arms and his neck. He held out the strand, apparently looking for the ends. “I think these things came straight from Hell to torment me. Who put these away last year?”

They both glanced at Angel. “I don’t do Christmas. Take them down.” Read more…

You’re Welcome

Once my football game (Chicago/Indianapolis) was over and I finished some crap on the computer I retreated to my room for some quiet time.  I’ve been having an Angel rewatch and I had like 20 minutes left in an episode so I watched that.  It happened to be the last episode on a disc so I changed it.  The first episode on the new disc was “You’re Welcome.”  I swear I stared at the start screen for over a minute before I got the courage to play it, lol.

It’s one of my all time favorite episodes but… it’s emotionally exhausting to watch.  It took me at least two hours to watch a 40-45 minute show.  Some of that was having to pause whenever the kids came in the room and while they got ready for bed (they were making so much noise in their rooms I couldn’t hear).  There were also the numerous trains.

But the rest was me having to stop to get control of my emotions.  At one point I was shaking.  I know it’s silly.  There is so much in that episode that just ties me up in knots.  The big one being the scene with Angel and Cordy talking in his apartment.  Angel looked so lost and, I don’t know, guilty, I guess.  For betraying the mission.  Cordy almost admits she was in love with him and I wanted to strangle her for not saying the words, something I’m sure Angel needed to hear.  Angel admits that Spike is a hero and you can tell how much that bothers him because he knows that should be him (even if the stuff with Spike ended up being a huge ruse).  And he practically begs Cordy to make things right.

Oh, not to mention Angel admitting that he needs Cordy and the subtext was pretty obvious.  I rewound that scene at least 7 times (some because of interruptions) just to get it all.

Then there was the huge fight between Angel and Lindsey which was epic and yummy.  I remember I watched the commentary one time and Christian Kane mentioned he wanted to come back on the show and finally get to kick some ass instead of constantly getting his ass kicked.  Didn’t work out too good, lol.

And, of course, there’s the end scene.  As soon as it started I was choked up.  I had to pause it twice before they even got to Cordy explaining she couldn’t stay.  But as soon as she said it I was in tears.  God, that was so heartbreaking.  I’m pretty sure that Angel is crying by the end.  So was I.

I had to turn the show off after that to recover.  I hate you Joss Whedon!

That’s not true, lol.  I know there were behind-the-scenes circumstances for Charisma Carpenter leaving the show but still… the way Joss kills off characters is just emotional torture.  A punch to the gut.  Do I need to mention Fred?

Also, I had forgotten how angsty the end of season 3 and the beginning of season 4 was.  From an Angel/Cordy point of view.  I mean, if you ignore all the squicky Cordy/Connor stuff.

There was more I was going to say about the episode but I woke up with a migraine and then pulled a muscle in my shoulder which is killing me.  Now the sun has come out so my head feels like it’s going to explode.  Time to go hide in my nice, quiet, dark room until the pain goes away.

Angel fic: Into the Light

Into the Light
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Angel the Series
Angel/Cordy UST
1064 words
rating: PG

“He knew then, no matter how hard, he’d make that dream happen. He’d see Connor walk into the light. And it would be the most beautiful thing he’d ever see.”

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

“You were right,” Angel said when he heard Cordelia approach.

“About what?” She sounded tired. And a little bit lost.

“Needing help with Connor.” Cordy came to stand next to him in the garden. Angel reached his hand into the light, his skin instantly prickling with heat. He only held it there a moment.

He glanced over to see Cordy smiling thoughtfully at him. “Of course I was right. This is Cordelia Chase you’re talking to.”
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Angel fic: To Wish Upon a Demon

To Wish Upon a Demon
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Angel the Series
the gang
100 words
rating: PG

Set sometime in season 5. Angel wishes for the one thing he really wants. And for once he gets it.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

“What is it?” Angel asks. The demon is large and yellow.

Wes answers. “Apparently it’s a sort of… genie.”

“Genie-demon, nice,” says Gunn.

The demon glows brightly. “Your wish is granted.”

“What?” asks Wes. “No one wished for anything.”

“It is done.”

Wes stares at everyone in Angel’s office. Gunn shrugs; Fred shakes her head.

“Don’t look at me,” Spike mutters, poking at the demon.

Everyone turns to Angel. “What? I didn’t-”

“Guys?” Cordelia is at the door looking like nothing happened. Like she hadn’t been in a coma the last year. “Someone better start explaining. Right now!”

Angel smiles.

more drabbles

More drabbles written for the [info]fictionland challenge. From random fandoms and my own original work.

1. (original) Tucker leaned against the wall, watching Sarah toss clothes into her duffel bag. “I’m leaving,” she said softly.

“Yeah, right,” he said with a snort. She glared at him from over her shoulder and continued to pack. Tucker watched her for awhile. “You’re not serious are you?” Sarah didn’t answer but her favorite faded denim jacket when into the bag followed by her journal. “You are, aren’t you?” he asked, half in shock.

Sarah spun to face him. “What did you expect, Tucker? That I would spend the rest of my life taking crap from you?”

She didn’t give him a chance to counter, pushing past him to leave.

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nano 08 fanfic, chapter 2

25 years earlier…

The rain beat against Angel’s back as he knelt in the dirty alley staring at the screaming infant in the puddle. He could still feel, still smell Darla’s ashes as they mixed with the pounding rain. Confusion gripped him. The baby screamed. The rain drenched them. He looked up at Fred. Her hair was plastered to her face and she wore an expression he assumed mirrored his own. They wrapped the tiny boy in Angel’s coat.

He’s so small, Angel thought as he cradled his new son. Movement caught his attention and he found himself staring down Holtz, a cross-bow pointed at his heart. He swallowed hard, his breaths coming faster. Next to him Fred shivered. The look of confusion replaced with fear.

Angel was lost. If he tried to flee surely Holtz would put an arrow through his chest and if he stayed to fight the tiny baby was at risk. Fred could do little to protect him and they could all end up dead. Panic set in. A panic unlike any he had ever felt before. He held on to the wiggling body in his arms as if his own life depended on it. Holtz’s demons blocked the alley in both directions, leaving Angel with little choice.

And then…then Holtz lowered his weapon. Angel stared at him through the driving rain trying to rationalize, to understand what his enemy was thinking. More confusion mixed with the fear and panic and he gripped the baby tighter. There would be no easy fight after this moment, he thought. From now on he had to consider his son in every scenario. But, he realized, there would be no fight this time. Holtz was letting them go. For what reason Angel didn’t know, nor did he care to ponder it.

He and Fred hurried by Holtz and climbed into the waiting car at the end of the alley. The car was silent the entire ride back to the hotel. Fred shivered in her seat. Angel tried not to drip on the baby. Cordelia opened her mouth to say something a few times but changed her mind after a look from Wesley. Everyone stared at Angel but he barely noticed. He was still racked with an overwhelming panic.

What was he supposed to do with a baby? He wasn’t good with adult people, let alone little babies. His own father wasn’t exactly the best role model. I won’t be like that, he promised himself. Oh, and there was the whole vampire thing. Angel felt completely lost and yet, at the same time, things seemed perfectly fine…normal even. The baby felt perfect in his arms, as if he had always belonged there. Angel already memorized his scent and smoothness of his skin and the tone of his cry.

Together they drove in silence save for the whimpering of the baby in Angel’s arms and the breathing of six living bodies in the car and the one un-living that still forced the air in and out for no other reason then he could.

NaNo fanfiction 2008, chapter 1

This is an Angel the Series fanfiction set after the episode “Lullaby” (when Connor was born) but following it’s own alternate story line.

The last rays of the evening sun tickled the tops of the buildings, glistening against walls of glass and steel. Pink and fiery orange tendrils reached out across the horizon, pleading to stay one more moment in the day, only to be taken over by the cool purple night. Behind him a few stray stars fought against the city lights for dominance in the sky and the moon played peek-a-boo through the wispy clouds.

Angel took a deep breath, letting the cooling night air caress his lungs. He often reflected on how he was more aware now that he didn’t need them of the mechanics and pleasure of breathing. He held the breath in long, feeling his useless lungs expand and fill his chest. There was no reason to exhale, no burning sensation as your body screamed for fresh air. Angel wasn’t even sure if he remembered the feeling. And still he went through the motions…in and out the air went for no other reason than habit.

The door to the roof creaked opened and he let the air out of his lungs softly. He could tell by the footsteps across the worn tar and gravel who it was. He didn’t turn until he felt her hand on his arm. She looked beautiful and so young, Angel thought. Her long brown hair was pulled up with curls spilling out from the clip. She was already in her dress, long and pure white. Angel felt an overwhelming urge to hide her away, to protect her from the world well up in him. She was too young for this, the thought, and then reminded himself that she was 22 and old enough to make her own decisions.

Slowly he let a smile play across his lips. She squeezed his arm tighter.

“Come on, Dad, we’re going to be late,” she said sweetly, using the look her mother had taught her. Pride welled in Angel. He followed her down the stairs of the hotel watching her maneuver gracefully in heels while carefully holding her dress above tripping level. Grace…something else she gets from her mother, he thought.

Outside two limousines waited. Angel took one last look at his hotel before climbing in the the first one with his daughter. The inside was empty.

“Where is everyone?” He glanced over his shoulder at the other car following.

“I thought we could take the last ride together.”

Angel glanced at her. “Oh.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Angel said with a smirk, “but won’t your mother be mad she wasn’t here for the ‘last ride’?”

She smiled, showing a row of perfect teeth. “It was Mom’s idea.”

She wrapped her hands around his arm and Angel settled back in the leather seat, feeling at ease for the first time that day. Things had been crazy the last week and now his little girl was getting married. He took another deep, unneeded breath and wondered how he had gotten to this point.

nano update…day 3

It’s officially day 4 for me.  I did finally throw together 1668 words on Saturday (day 1) but didn’t get to write anything on Sunday.  So when I sat down tonight I was about to be two days behind (as usual).

As much as I want to write “the story” I just can’t make myself.  I gave up forcing it and decided to go with a fanfiction I’ve had in my head for awhile.  My best nano year (2005–my first year) I wrote a fanfiction.

So after writing for a few hours tonight I’m up to 4400 words.  I need just 600 more to make quota for yesterday but I’m too tired to keep writing.  I have to but up in like 5 1/2 hours with the kids.

no scrapbook page of the day…

I realize I haven’t been doing one.  There’s no real reason.  Mostly it’s because I haven’t been doing a lot of scrapping the past few weeks.  I think I’ve done 4 pages since the beginning of the month (all on one day last week).  I have a finite amount of finished pages and if I keep putting one up every day I’ll run out in a few weeks.

So, now I just put one up when I feel like it, lol.

Also (thanks to my ADD) I’ve had to switch gears to a new hobby so I don’t get bored with scrapping.  I’ve been playing the Sims 2 a little more this week.  I just got the new EP–Apartment Life and had fun building a crazy apartment complex where the apartments are all odd sizes and shapes and overlap each (in every direction).

I finished watching all the Angel episodes last week and picked up watching Buffy again.  When I stopped before I was just starting season 4.  Now I’m in the middle of season 5.  So I’ve been doing that a lot more.  I’ve only seen most of the episodes once.

And, of course, the kids are back to school now.  That means I’m a little more busy.  I’m up at 6:30am every morning.  I have to help my 5yo get dressed (she can’t put her uniform on without help), I have to get my 2yo changed and dressed because my husband is also back to work and that means Nora (the 2yo) has to walk with us in the morning.

Because of all the changes I started a new routine for us (I think I mentioned that before) and now I take Nora and we go for a walk after we drop the older kids off.  Then we come home, have a snack, and then I clean something until lunch and then find something else to clean after lunch.

It’s working pretty well.  On Monday I was just super busy with the kids and school so no cleaning (I had to walk to and from the school 3 times that day then we walked to the store–all by lunch time.  On Tuesday I took Nora for a walk then we visited with a friend until lunch.  Then I cleaned the living room and mopped before school got out.  On Wednesday my husband had off (he worked one whole day and then had 2 days off, lol) so I left Nora and went for a quick walk to the store just to get a Dr. Pepper (major craving) then at 9:30 I started cleaning the kids’ room.  I stopped for 15 minutes at lunch time and then went back to work.  It took me until almost 1:30pm to get it all cleaned and straightened up.  Then, of course, my son wet his bed that night so now his stuffed animals and sheets are on the floor (waiting for the matress to dry).

I’ve done like 6 loads of laundry in the last week.  Normally I do the kids’ laundry on Sunday and me and hubby’s whenever the basket gets full (usually every other week).  I’ve already washed the kids clothes twice, the baby’s clothes, my clothes and 2 loads of towels/bedding.

Yesterday I took the day off.  My knees are killing me from all the walking and going up and down the stairs and my legs are just sore.  It’s a good feeling kind of sore but it still hurts to move so I figured I deserved a break after all the cleaning I did on Wed.  Instead I played the Sims 2 and watched Buffy and just did nothing.  Well, I did a couple loads of laundry, a load of dishes and cooked dinner.

No rest for the wicked, right?

Today (if it doesn’t rain) I’m going to take Nora for a quick walk then to the park to kill time until the library opens at 9am.  Then we’re going to the library for a bit (she’s never been and I’ve never been to this particular branch so it should be fun).  Then we’ll go home, have a snack and I’ll probably clean her room.  She decided to redecorate with black crayon all over.  Hopefully I can get most of it off.  Then we’ll have lunch and I’ll clean up the dining room.

Or maybe I’ll skip that and do the kitchen.  It needs the most work and tomorrow is our annual block party and my friend and her kids are coming over to celebrate with us which means people are going to be in my house and it is a mess (well, certain rooms are).

And, since you got this far, here’s a random scrapbook page:
Run Wild

I did this one early in my scrapping career with Microsoft Picture It.  I really like this picture even though it is blurry.  Good memories.

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