Wes/Angel fic
Jun. 10th, 2003 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveThis was supposed to be TBQ's flashfic a thon story, but Wolfling wouldn't let me.
"Wes--"
"And be sure to keep your eye out for the statue," Wesley continued, knowing that Angel wouldn't have forgotten the briefing exactly, but he did have a tendency to lose focus at times. This was, Wesley knew, one of those times as demonstrated by the fact that Angel was still trying to get his attention.
"Wes--"
"Are you sure you have your cell phone? You won't be able to contact us once we're all in place."
"I have my phone," Angel said, sounding impatient. "But I wanna know--"
"Good. And it's fully charged? The ringer's on? Because last time you said you would notice it vibrating, I left you three voice mails over the course of an hour."
Looking briefly chastised, Angel said, "The ringer's on."
"There we shouldn't have any problems." He gave Angel a steely look, daring him to have any problems.
"Why do I have to be the clown?" Angel asked quickly. The over-sized hat in his hands would have completed the outfit he'd been wearing for the last fifteen minutes, if he'd put it on. Wesley had been hard-pressed to keep a straight face, barraging Angel with last minute reminders in an effort to stave off laughing at him.
"It's a demon circus, remember? You're the only one of us who can get in as a performer."
"But - why couldn't I be the knife thrower?"
"They've already got one."
"Or the guy with the big cats? I could do big cats."
"The cats wouldn't go into a cage with a vampire. And trapeze artist requires too much training. Really, Angel -- don't you want to rescue the virgins before they get sacrificed?" Wesley folded his arms and gave him another stern look.
"Yes." Angel hunched his shoulders. "But...I'm wearing a big red nose."
"And it becomes you. Now get going before the ring master wonders where you are and finds you talking to a human."
"I--" Angel stopped, glanced towards the tent, then sighed. "Fine. But, promise me one thing?"
"Of course."
"No pictures, right?"
Wesley smiled. "No photos. I promise." He patted Angel on the arm reassuringly, then leaned forward and gave him a very careful kiss, trying not to smudge any of Angel's whiteface makeup. Then he hurried away so Angel would have no further excuse to dally. He went around to the parking lot where Gunn and Lorne were waiting.
"All right - Lorne, are you ready? Gunn and I will have to take off, before we're discovered. You have everything?"
Lorne raised the bag. "Right here. Video camera with three extra batteries, two extra memory cards."
Wesley smiled. "Excellent."
"I've still got one question," Gunn asked. "Why exactly did we set Angel up to wear a clown suit?"
Wesley shrugged. "Because we could."
the end
"Wes--"
"And be sure to keep your eye out for the statue," Wesley continued, knowing that Angel wouldn't have forgotten the briefing exactly, but he did have a tendency to lose focus at times. This was, Wesley knew, one of those times as demonstrated by the fact that Angel was still trying to get his attention.
"Wes--"
"Are you sure you have your cell phone? You won't be able to contact us once we're all in place."
"I have my phone," Angel said, sounding impatient. "But I wanna know--"
"Good. And it's fully charged? The ringer's on? Because last time you said you would notice it vibrating, I left you three voice mails over the course of an hour."
Looking briefly chastised, Angel said, "The ringer's on."
"There we shouldn't have any problems." He gave Angel a steely look, daring him to have any problems.
"Why do I have to be the clown?" Angel asked quickly. The over-sized hat in his hands would have completed the outfit he'd been wearing for the last fifteen minutes, if he'd put it on. Wesley had been hard-pressed to keep a straight face, barraging Angel with last minute reminders in an effort to stave off laughing at him.
"It's a demon circus, remember? You're the only one of us who can get in as a performer."
"But - why couldn't I be the knife thrower?"
"They've already got one."
"Or the guy with the big cats? I could do big cats."
"The cats wouldn't go into a cage with a vampire. And trapeze artist requires too much training. Really, Angel -- don't you want to rescue the virgins before they get sacrificed?" Wesley folded his arms and gave him another stern look.
"Yes." Angel hunched his shoulders. "But...I'm wearing a big red nose."
"And it becomes you. Now get going before the ring master wonders where you are and finds you talking to a human."
"I--" Angel stopped, glanced towards the tent, then sighed. "Fine. But, promise me one thing?"
"Of course."
"No pictures, right?"
Wesley smiled. "No photos. I promise." He patted Angel on the arm reassuringly, then leaned forward and gave him a very careful kiss, trying not to smudge any of Angel's whiteface makeup. Then he hurried away so Angel would have no further excuse to dally. He went around to the parking lot where Gunn and Lorne were waiting.
"All right - Lorne, are you ready? Gunn and I will have to take off, before we're discovered. You have everything?"
Lorne raised the bag. "Right here. Video camera with three extra batteries, two extra memory cards."
Wesley smiled. "Excellent."
"I've still got one question," Gunn asked. "Why exactly did we set Angel up to wear a clown suit?"
Wesley shrugged. "Because we could."
the end