A Scooby and Fang Gang Christmas
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, although it would be VERY helpful if I did.
Summary: The Scoobs and the Fang Gang are all in
Time: 2003, L.A, Wolfram and Hart law offices, Christmas Time
Parings: Buffy/Angel (sorry
B/S fans…but Spike shall stay a close friend of Buffy’s, and she still loves him, but not in the way
she loves Angel.)
Willow/Tara (in my version of the Buffyverse, she never got killed.) Xander/Anya (Anya
also never got killed.) Cordelia/Doyle (ditto for before, and Cordelia never went into a coma…) Fred/Wesley
(been seeing
the way Wes likes Fred there…he’s gettin’ a bit jealous of the partner [I forget his
name]) Faith/Wood, Dawn/Connor. Spike, Lorne, Gunn, and Giles are all in this story too.
~*--*~
Angel sat in his office looking through his files on the next
case.
‘Cripes, it’s almost Christmas and nobody here even shows a sign
that it
exists…’ Angel thought to himself. He
slammed the file down on the desk in frustration.
“Someone a little frustrated?” a familiar voice said from the
door.
“Buffy?” Angel looked up and saw his blonde love.
~*--*~
“So Wes, how have things been lately?”
“Well, the taking over of the LA Branch of Wolfram and Hart has certainly been quite a
challenge especially since…” Wesley started but was interrupted by Spike barging in his room.
“That bloody ponce cut off my blood supply,” Spike said. “
“Sp...Spike? You’re not dust! How did you…”
“Yea, thanks to some bloody git who didn’t want me to finally
have my peace,”
Spike growled. “I feel better that I’m recorporeal, cuz when I first came back, I was a
ghost bein’ bloody tormented by this poof named Pavayne who tried to take me to Hell. But then this thing comes for me a poof,
literally, I’m recorporealized. And now
Peaches has cut
off my blood supply…”
~*--*~
“You’re here!” Angel said getting up from the desk.
“Yeah, the rest of the Scoobs are somewhere around here, I think
Wills and Tara are
talking to Wes, at least that’s what they said they were
going to do,” Buffy rolled her eyes to the side.
“How are you, you know now that you’re not…” Angel said then paused, “Are you done
baking?”
“Well, let’s just say I’m not cookie dough, but I’m not a cookie yet
either,”
Buffy said. Angel came over to her and hugged her.
“It’s so good to see you again.”
“Angel, I…” Buffy started but was shushed by Angel’s finger softly touching her lips.
“Shh,” he said softly, still holding her close to him. “I’m glad
you’re here.”
“Peaches!” A yell came from outside the door, and Spike banged the doors open, “I want my
bloody blood supply back…Buffy!”
“Spike? You’re…You’re…”
“Alive, luv, I know,” He smiled softly.
“Spike, get outta here,” Angel gritted through his teeth, not liking
that Spike interrupted
his moment with Buffy.
“I think I have every right to be here, Peaches, since you cut off
my blood
supply…”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything like that!”
“You bloody damn well did and you know it,” Spike said, them
both getting
ready to fight each other only to find themselves stopped by Buffy.
“If you don’t cut this childish vampire loathing crap out I will
make you both
dust,” Buffy said, pushing them away from each other.
“Buffy…I…”
“Oh, brother, ‘ere we go with the whole lovey dovey crap, Buffy I wouldn’t take it if I were
you, luv.”
“Spike, stay outta this, this is between me and Buffy. I see nowhere where it includes you,” Angel gritted.
“You see! You see how rude he is to me?!”
“Spike…um…I don’t mean to be rude either but…you did interrupt us…”
“Alright, luv, I get the picture,” Spike got offended and left.
“Finally,” Angel said in relief.
“Angel!” Buffy scolded him. “That’s not nice.”
“I know but he’s just been so . . .” Angel started but was
interrupted by a soft
kiss from Buffy.
“I missed you so much.”
~*--*~
“So Xander, how have things in Sunnyhell been?” Cordelia Chase asked her ex-boyfriend.
“Well, after we just got a whole bunch of new shops, the whole place
crumbled to
the ground.” Anya piped in.
“You should have seen it; it was like a vampire turning to dust.”
“So, let me get this straight,” Doyle said with his Irish
accent. “Buffy, you, and a bunch of other
people from Sunnydale are here right now?”
“I . . . uhh . . . that’s what it all boils down to,” Xander
said.
~*--*~
Buffy and Angel were now heavily making out. Angel had placed Buffy on his desk and climbed
on top of her (A/N: think IWRU), kissing her passionately.
“Angel . . . I know we aren’t supposed to be doing this . . . “Buffy
said in
between kisses, “But . . . I . . .”
“Shh . . . love . . . “Angel kept kissing her. “We both need a break, and hey it’s Christmas, we
deserve it.”
~*-End Chapter One-*~
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TBC…