Unbeta'd xover 2
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grimorieHere it is second part, hope ya like:)
The sound of activity in the once silent Hyperion was enough to disconcert Angel. He didn’t know if it was due in part of the slayers running around in his territory, the Christmas decorations or Buffy.
It was a frenetic sight, packed boxes, décor and kids. He remembered the waiting, after he returned to LA, after she ordered him to mobilize his people just in case she failed. He waited for hours, his own forces mobilized his muscles ached with the strain of keeping still. In that time, in that worried state he was able to keep the thoughts of Connor at bay, just enough to tide him over. Then seemingly out of nowhere yellow buses appeared, honking in all of its glory.
Buffy leapt down the bus, and smiled. “We’re gonna crash your hotel.”
And that was all needed to be said.
That had been a week ago and since then Buffy had gone obsessive with the idea of a perfect Christmas. Utilizing all her Slayer focus on the task.
Angel had wanted to approach her, calm her down.
“Look, Angel, as much as I don’t like you, I’ll give you some advice. Don’t even try.” Xander said, placing a hand at his shoulder. “This is a thing she has to do. Trust me.”
He did, much against his better judgment besides the law firm was trying to keep him busy.
“I am loving these threads!” Gunn announced, modeling his new outfit for all to see.
“Loving it too much to help the packing.” Angel said dryly putting down the boxes.
“I don’t see why we should pack when we got a whole firm of evil lawyers to pack for us.”
“Precisely why. I don’t want the Hyperion to be infested with evil lawyers, not while the Slayer convention is in town.” Angel winced at the volume of the television. “If I knew they’d be watching so loud I wouldn’t have bought the damn thing.”
The lobby was filled with Slayers and Sunnydale veterans scattered around a big screen TV. They were all fixated on the images flickering on the screen. Willow and Fred were talking excitedly about quantum relativities.
“Hey it’s not everyday a bunch of aliens arrive on Earth.”
“Oh, please, we battle vampires and demons everyday so what if Aliens come to town?” Angel scoffed.
“We never ‘battled’ aliens before.” Gunn pointed out, fixing his new Armani tie. “Damn. I look tight!”
Xander raised his hand. “We’ve battled aliens before.” Seeing the disbelieving stares he shrugged. “What? It’s true? It even came with a nifty meteor.”
“Is there anything you guys haven’t fought?” Gunn demanded.
“Lemme see,” Xander appeared thoughtful for a moment. “Hell gods, vampires, aliens… nope, we pretty much been there, done it and killed the damned things.” He said with a proud smile.
Angel’s hand was in the midair, his head tilted to the side and he wasn’t breathing. It was downright freaky. “Do you guys hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The vampire was silent a moment too long, Xander stepped forward and snapped his fingers at him. “Dead boy, are you starting to go loony on us?”
“Don’t call me that,” Angel snapped, automatically, then cocked his head once more. “I meant if you hear that.”
At first Xander heard nothing but the excited teenaged conversations and the too loud television, then he heard it, faint at first it grew louder and louder like an engine only muted, it didn’t sound any engine he heard in life. Xander began mentally cataloguing the sounds usually accompanied LA, the night and a building and found none matched.
“It’s getting louder.” He said, frowning.
Then just like a jet engine it buzzed overhead them until it drowned all sound. The junior slayers started shrieking he caught Angel’s pained wince then the hardening of expression.
“Uh, Angel…” Willow called, her voice reverberating in their heads, “There’s an alien landing in your backyard.”
And wasn’t it just like the old times when Angel dropped his packaging tape and exchanged it with a battle axe, and he Xander Harris followed suit. In fact all the card-carrying members of Scoobies and Team Angel massed around Angel since Buffy was out shopping.
Angel opened the door leading to the unused gardens, the overgrown lawn spilled over the concrete.
“Hello home and Gardens,” Xander said.
Angel ignored his jibe and watched as the sleek black jet the likes all engineers would drool over land on the lawn.
The engines were killed off immediately and the canopy popped open, the alien leapt of from the jet with one practiced jump—the action so familiar it tugged at Xander’s memory.
“It must an invasion!” Andrew said a little too excited for
Xander’s taste. The alien ran to them and in a few seconds she hit the lights there was a collective gasp.
Because, wouldn’t you know it, Aliens looked a lot like Buffy these days.
“Hey, guys, sorry to crash your party!” The Buffy lookalike said, breathless and all dimpled… and scarred.
The sound of activity in the once silent Hyperion was enough to disconcert Angel. He didn’t know if it was due in part of the slayers running around in his territory, the Christmas decorations or Buffy.
It was a frenetic sight, packed boxes, décor and kids. He remembered the waiting, after he returned to LA, after she ordered him to mobilize his people just in case she failed. He waited for hours, his own forces mobilized his muscles ached with the strain of keeping still. In that time, in that worried state he was able to keep the thoughts of Connor at bay, just enough to tide him over. Then seemingly out of nowhere yellow buses appeared, honking in all of its glory.
Buffy leapt down the bus, and smiled. “We’re gonna crash your hotel.”
And that was all needed to be said.
That had been a week ago and since then Buffy had gone obsessive with the idea of a perfect Christmas. Utilizing all her Slayer focus on the task.
Angel had wanted to approach her, calm her down.
“Look, Angel, as much as I don’t like you, I’ll give you some advice. Don’t even try.” Xander said, placing a hand at his shoulder. “This is a thing she has to do. Trust me.”
He did, much against his better judgment besides the law firm was trying to keep him busy.
“I am loving these threads!” Gunn announced, modeling his new outfit for all to see.
“Loving it too much to help the packing.” Angel said dryly putting down the boxes.
“I don’t see why we should pack when we got a whole firm of evil lawyers to pack for us.”
“Precisely why. I don’t want the Hyperion to be infested with evil lawyers, not while the Slayer convention is in town.” Angel winced at the volume of the television. “If I knew they’d be watching so loud I wouldn’t have bought the damn thing.”
The lobby was filled with Slayers and Sunnydale veterans scattered around a big screen TV. They were all fixated on the images flickering on the screen. Willow and Fred were talking excitedly about quantum relativities.
“Hey it’s not everyday a bunch of aliens arrive on Earth.”
“Oh, please, we battle vampires and demons everyday so what if Aliens come to town?” Angel scoffed.
“We never ‘battled’ aliens before.” Gunn pointed out, fixing his new Armani tie. “Damn. I look tight!”
Xander raised his hand. “We’ve battled aliens before.” Seeing the disbelieving stares he shrugged. “What? It’s true? It even came with a nifty meteor.”
“Is there anything you guys haven’t fought?” Gunn demanded.
“Lemme see,” Xander appeared thoughtful for a moment. “Hell gods, vampires, aliens… nope, we pretty much been there, done it and killed the damned things.” He said with a proud smile.
Angel’s hand was in the midair, his head tilted to the side and he wasn’t breathing. It was downright freaky. “Do you guys hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The vampire was silent a moment too long, Xander stepped forward and snapped his fingers at him. “Dead boy, are you starting to go loony on us?”
“Don’t call me that,” Angel snapped, automatically, then cocked his head once more. “I meant if you hear that.”
At first Xander heard nothing but the excited teenaged conversations and the too loud television, then he heard it, faint at first it grew louder and louder like an engine only muted, it didn’t sound any engine he heard in life. Xander began mentally cataloguing the sounds usually accompanied LA, the night and a building and found none matched.
“It’s getting louder.” He said, frowning.
Then just like a jet engine it buzzed overhead them until it drowned all sound. The junior slayers started shrieking he caught Angel’s pained wince then the hardening of expression.
“Uh, Angel…” Willow called, her voice reverberating in their heads, “There’s an alien landing in your backyard.”
And wasn’t it just like the old times when Angel dropped his packaging tape and exchanged it with a battle axe, and he Xander Harris followed suit. In fact all the card-carrying members of Scoobies and Team Angel massed around Angel since Buffy was out shopping.
Angel opened the door leading to the unused gardens, the overgrown lawn spilled over the concrete.
“Hello home and Gardens,” Xander said.
Angel ignored his jibe and watched as the sleek black jet the likes all engineers would drool over land on the lawn.
The engines were killed off immediately and the canopy popped open, the alien leapt of from the jet with one practiced jump—the action so familiar it tugged at Xander’s memory.
“It must an invasion!” Andrew said a little too excited for
Xander’s taste. The alien ran to them and in a few seconds she hit the lights there was a collective gasp.
Because, wouldn’t you know it, Aliens looked a lot like Buffy these days.
“Hey, guys, sorry to crash your party!” The Buffy lookalike said, breathless and all dimpled… and scarred.
