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The final batch of Lenten Drabbles! I crossed over my original character Agnes Leigh (occult investigator vampire) with Captain Jack Harkness of Torchwood and dropped them in Paris in WWII. Wackiness ensues! I don't own Jack (sadly, think of all that I could do to with him) but Agnes is MINE ALL MINE!!!

Resistance )


Drinking in the Aftermath )


Black Ops, 1943 )
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And I realised that I never posted the rest of my lenten drabbles and it is now July. Oh well. These are all original drabbles prompted by various people.

Freedom )

Bad Timing? )


First Kiss )


Mission Report )


Lost Underground )


Made That Way )


Mortalwombat vs. The Bad Grammarian )


Springtime )
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For Lent this year I decided to write a drabble a day. I missed 2-3 days because of extenuating circumstances, but I'm posting these here and now, by fandom. Disclaimer: I don't own any of these fandoms, and wrote these pieces just for fun!

Fifth batch: Misc fandoms: Harry Potter, Anne of Green Gables, Fraggle Rock, Doctor Who, RPF West End & Broadway Composers, Sherlock BBC, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Wars, Torchwood, Star Trek: The Original Series, Harry Turtledove's World War series

Title: Missing Scene
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: [ profile] m_cobweb requested Severus Snape and Gilderoy Lockhart!

Lockhart was practicing his smile on his second best side when Severus Snape swept into the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom.

“What are you teaching those students?” he snapped, picking up Travels with Trolls. “This?”

“Why yes, Prof--”

“Fiction,” bit out Snape. “Teach something useful. Dueling?” He leaned forward and Lockhart took a step back.

Lockhart swallowed. “Th-that might be an acceptable addition to--”

The corner of Snape's mouth stretched in what might be called a smile. “Good. I'll arrange it with Dumbledore, then.”

Lockhart sat heavily. He was doomed.


Title: A Thrill
Fandom: Anne of Green Gables
Prompt: [ profile] goawayplease wanted something about the young Anne in Anne of Green Gables!

Anne followed the tree line, just as Matthew said. She could hear it, a burbling counterpoint to the birdsong that filled the elms and maples. The breeze brought the scent of water to her nose, and she was at the brook. It frothed over stones and swirled and eddied and stilled at points, creating pools where she could almost see fish. She walked along the edge, eagerly searching for the next marvelous find. Lily pads lined a wider place in the brook, and a willow tree dripped graceful branches into the water.

Anne sighed. “Oh, thank you, thank you!”


Title: A Quiet Place
Fandom: Fraggle Rock
Prompt: [ profile] mooseloon requested Fraggle Rock, with Fraggles and Doozers. I did my best.

Mokey had a quiet place. As much as she loved the other Fraggles, sometimes the noise was just too much. But one day she went there, just to listen to the moss grow, and found a Doozer work crew instead.

“What are you doing here?” she cried.

“We're building something new.” said Cotterpin Doozer. “But the others make fun of us for trying.”

Mokey sighed. “Can you build quietly?”

Cotterpin shook her head. “No, but we can build quickly.”

Mokey took a breath. “We can share, then.” Cotterpin agreed.

The spiraling structure was delicious.


Title: Madman with a Box
Fandom: Doctor Who, Amy Pond
Prompt: [ profile] xabumtik asked for Amelia Pond when she hears the Tardis returning.

She'd dreamed that noise so often that she didn't realize she was awake until she touched the cold window. It was there, the TARDIS, just as she hoped. Of course this was the night he would come, her wedding was tomorrow. Briefly, the thought of not going out to the garden passed through her mind. Just as quickly, she dismissed the idea.

Amy pulled her robe on and slipped her feet into the ancient keds she used as house shoes. She breezed past her wedding dress without a second glance.

The Doctor was not going to leave without her again.


Title: Negotiations
Fandom: RPF, Broadway and West End composers.
Prompt: [ profile] rocza asked for Stephen Sondheim and Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, discussing Gilbert & Sullivan.

“So Stephen,” said Andrew, as he tickled a melody on the piano, “Cameron and I would like you to judge our next reality show.”

“Who are you looking for this time?” Stephen leaned casually over. “Also, you need a tuner.”

Andrew listened for a moment. Yes, the high F was off. “Touring company of Pinafore. We're calling it 'Find Our Fred!”

Stephen leaned forward. “Double the pay and I'll do it.”

“You don't even know how much we're offering?” Andrew sneered.

“Don't need to. Double it.” Stephen said. “Then we'll talk.”


Title: Music Piracy is Illegal, Even for Wizards
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: [ profile] executrix asked for Hermione tries to draft music copyright rules for the Wizarding World? The opening line is the picture that popped into my head with the prompt. Set in a Very Peaceful Future.

Hermione sat in her office at the Ministry of Magic and banged her head on her desk.

“Why are you doing that?” asked Harry.

“Because it feels so good when I stop.” retorted Hermione. “Some bright young Wizard decided that a note-taking spell could be adjusted to copy music, and now I have to deal with cease and desist letters from recording companies because the Wizard equivalent of Kazaa is now online.” She banged her head again. “Why me?”

“Because you are the best at Muggle/Wizard relations ever?”

Hermione glared at him. “Shut. Up.”


Title: A Conversation That Never Happened
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Prompt: [ profile] thexphial said I'd love to see an interaction between Lestrade and Mycroft Holmes.

“You wanted to see me?” Lestrade omitted the 'sir' on purpose, since he didn't know this man from Adam, even if he did have a posh office.

The man turned and leaned on his cane. “Yes.” Lestrade noticed that his face held a subtle humor, as if everything and nothing amused him. “You work with Sherlock Holmes.” A statement of fact.

“Yes.” Lestrade replied.

The man raised an eyebrow, inviting more detail. Lestrade said nothing. “Keep on, then.” he said, and turned away.

“Very good.” snapped Lestrade. This man was more annoying than Sherlock.


Title: Somewhere in the Multiverse
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation and surprise fandom
Prompt: [ profile] goawayplease said: Okay -- you know how Jean-Luc Picard has a Scottish accent, even though he's a Frenchman... What if that was a thing, instead of something people failed to change in their show bible once they cast the best actor for the part. I was thinking "Hey! What if he's a spy, or an alien, or something...", but I'm sure you'll come up with a better reason why a Frenchman played by someone whose accent can't be erased is a good idea.

Picard knelt before the mirror. “What is thy bidding, my master?”

An image of a hooded figure filled the glass. “Have you achieved our goal?”

“Yes, my master.”

“Excellent.” The sunken face twisted in a grotesque parody of a grin. “Use all of your skill to gain the loyalty of your crew. In ten years, you shall return”

Picard bowed his head. “As you wish, Master.”

It would be difficult to hide his Dark Side power from the Betazoid, but he would do it. For the Emperor Palpatine, the Empire, and the Dark Side.


Title: It's Worse Than That...
Fandom: Torchwood/Star Trek TOS
Prompt: [ profile] malinaldarose asked for Captain Jack Harkness in a Star Trek 'verse. I went for TOS. Hope you like it! I had to use the iconic line...

“He's dead, Jim.” said McCoy.

The corpse suddenly took a deep breath and sat up. McCoy jumped back. The man looked around and grinned. “Hello!” He aimed a charming smile at Kirk and held out his hand. “Captain Jack Harkness.”

“Captain James Kirk, of the Enterprise.” Jim accepted the offered hand. “Bones here said you were dead.”

Harkness shrugged insouciantly. “Didn't take.”

“We found you in Sector Seven inside an escape pod with no oxygen remaining.” Kirk was clearly amused.

Spock watched the subtle byplay between Kirk and the newcomer. “Fascinating.”


Title: Run
Fandom: Harry Turtledove: World War Series. World War Series on Wikipedia
Prompt: [ profile] mortalwombat731 wrote: How about something for Earth Day, culminating in the line of your choice (optimistic or damn-we-suck) of lines from near the end of "The Christmas Invasion"? Okay sweetie! Suppose the Lizards came in 2042 instead of 1942? The Race looks like bipedal lizards, a bit shorter than humans.

“Fleetlord, we are being hailed by Tosevites.”

“By those fur wearing savages?” Atvar scoffed. “It cannot be.”

The main screen lit up, filled with a Tosevite face. “You are trespassing on Earth territory. Leave now.”

“Who are you to claim this?” Atvar shot back.

“The United Earth Federation. This is your only warning.”

Atvar sneered. “You're bluffing.”

The Tosevite spoke a single word. A blast of light shot from a satellite near the gas giant and vaporized one of the ships. Atvar froze in astonishment.

The Tosevite stretched his mobile mouth. “Run.”
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For Lent this year I decided to write a drabble a day. I missed 2-3 days because of extenuating circumstances, but I'm posting these here and now, by fandom.

Fourth Batch: Glee

Title: Slow Dance
Fandom: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Prompt: [ profile] goawayplease wants a drabble about dancing. If that fits into a-fandom-any-fandom

As MP3s played softly in the background, Kurt studied chemistry. A tap on the shoulder made him look up and smile.

“Can I talk to you?” Blaine seemed nervous.

Kurt closed the textbook. “I could use a break.” A slow song started to play, and Blaine held out his hand. Kurt took it. “What is it?”

“Will you be my date to Prom?” Blaine asked, pulling Kurt close. They swayed in time to the music.

“Of course,” Kurt replied. “But I'm in charge of formalwear. We are not wearing sweat-stained rejects from Mr. Tux.”


Title: Friday Night Dinner
Fandom: Glee, Kurt and Carol
Prompt: [ profile] flaming_muse requested Glee, Kurt, nervous.

Kurt straightened his jacket, adjusted his tie, then tugged at his jacket again.

“Honey, you look great.” said Carol from behind him.

“I just want to make a good impression.” Kurt replied.

Carol patted his shoulders. “You will. Now, Finn's setting the table, and we got that cheese you like for an appetizer.” The doorbell rang. “You want me to get that?”

Kurt took a deep breath. “No. I will.” He quickly kissed Carol on the cheek. “Thanks.” He walked quickly to the front door and opened it. “Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, Blaine. Welcome.”


Title: Snow
Fandom: Glee
Prompt: [ profile] flaming_muse requested Glee - Kurt and snow

Kurt only let himself think about singing “Baby It’s Cold Outside” with Blaine in brief moments, like a thirsty person sipping water rather than gulping it. Every time he did, he got a tingle deep in the pit of his stomach, a warm fuzzy feeling that made him smile. When it snowed, though, his resolve broke, and he often walked out in the snowfall, humming. The snowflakes would brush his cheek and lashes, feather-light touches he dreamed were from Blaine.

The sky was grey and heavy, promising snow, so Kurt left his umbrella behind on purpose.

“I really can’t stayyyyy.”
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For Lent this year I decided to write a drabble a day. I missed 2-3 days because of extenuating circumstances, but I'm posting these here and now, by fandom.

Third batch: Hawaii Five-0

Title: At Last
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny
Prompt: [ profile] flaming_muse requested an H50, Danny/Steve, something about sunset

A long night, followed by a long day, and finally the case was done. Danny stood behind Steve's house and just breathed.

“Hey.” Steve offered him a bottle of beer, damp with condensation. Danny grabbed it and took a long swig as Steve stood beside him. They watched the sun sink below the horizon, setting the sky on fire.

“Helluva day.” Danny said.

“Yup.” Steve's fingers stroked the back of Danny's neck. “What would make it better?”

Danny looked at him, eyes soft. “You.” he whispered, and Steve leaned in for a perfect beer-flavored kiss.


Title: Words of Wisdom
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Prompt: [ profile] rocza requested Non-romantic drabble, Chin and Kono

Chin found her in the staff gym, attacking a heavy bag with kicks and punches. Everyone else was on the other side; Kono was scary when she was in a mood. He stayed in sight and held the bag still so she could hit it properly.

Sweat soaked her hair and tank top, but she kept going until she overbalanced and fell on the mat. She stayed there, panting.

“You all right?” Chin asked.

“I screwed up.” she answered.

“We all do, cuz.” Chin held out his hand to help her up. “But we keep going.”


Title: Day Off
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Prompt: [ profile] janedavitt: I'd love one about Steve's day off, no pairing required though go for it if you like.

The governor ordered Five-0 to take some time off. After the past few cases, Steve had to agree, even if he didn't like it. Chin and Kono had a family event, and Danny was with Grace.

Steve was bored.

He went for a swim. He cleaned his guns. He sat in front of his television flipping through channels. Finally, he was reduced to bouncing a tennis ball against the wall. He was just about to give up and go to bed early when the doorbell rang.

Danny leaned against the door frame, six pack in hand, smirking.

“You bored?”


Title: I Heart You
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny
Prompt: Oh, you know what this is about. Set during the helicopter ride in “Ma He Kahakai” where Steve and Danny went on a date to look at etchings ahem petroglyphs.

Steve blinked. The helicopter sped over the mountains, and the medic was examining his arm. “Looks like a greenstick, but we won't know for sure until we get to an X-ray.”

Danny chose that moment to chime in. “Is that a stick taped to your arm? What kind of a person brings duct tape on a hike? Never mind, you probably had some weird military premonition that we would find a leaky pipe up here in the mountains, and you would repair it with your duct tape.”

As Danny continued to rant, Steve smiled and closed his eyes.
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For Lent this year I decided to write a drabble a day. I missed 2-3 days because of extenuating circumstances, but I'm posting these here and now, by fandom.

Second batch: Stargate Atlantis & SG-1

Title: Mine (And OtherMine)
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Prompt: [ profile] helenkacan asked for Rodney's cat's POV on Atlantis

Mine entered, covered in the dust of a foreign planet. Uninteresting, yet still I twined around his legs in welcome. OtherMine followed and gave me ear skritches which I accepted as my due. I sneezed.

“We should shower, who knows what kind of bacteria we brought back from that godforsaken planet.” Mine said, and walked into the Box of Rain Room. OtherMine followed him, and shortly after the rain began.

I returned to my patch of sunlight. Soon Mine and OtherMine would finish grooming each other and sleep, and I needed to rest up for my body part hunting.


Title: Coffee-off
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis
Prompt: [ profile] thexphial asked for Daniel Jackson arguing with Rodney McKay. They are so funny together.

Rodney glared at Daniel. “Kona.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Jamaican Blue Mountain.”

“Pache Colis”


With each word they stepped closer, voices growing louder and louder.


“Ethiopian Harar!” Daniel sneered.

“Ethiopian Yirgacheffe!” crowed Rodney.

Sheppard leaned over to Zelenka. “What's going on?”


Daniel shot back with “Guadeloupe Bonifieur!”

Rodney volleyed with “Sulawesi Toraja Kalossi!”

Daniel smirked. “Kaffiyeh from M34-GB6.”

Briefly, John thought Rodney was stumped.

But his chin rose, and Rodney spat “Cardona Kail from P3X-793!”

From Daniel's sour expression, Pegasus almost-coffee won the day.


Title: Math in the Night
Fandom: SGA, Rodney McKay
Prompt: per [ profile] rocza “Rodney, solo.”

The Atlantean 28 hour day required some adjustment, but most people were grateful for four extra hours—except for the night patrol. Rodney always had his best ideas at night, and those four hours were his time for theory.

His eyes popped open with an idea. He vaulted out of bed and to the whiteboard he set up in his room and scribbled an equation in the dim blue light. Standing back, he stared at the numbers, dragging the dream mathematics out of his head. With a smile, he adjusted the equation, and felt the glow of discovery flow over him.


Title: Waiting
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Prompt: [ profile] helenkacan asked for Rodney and Teyla friendship.

Once again, Rodney and Teyla waited outside the infirmary.

“They should put a plaque right here—the SGA-1 Memorial Waiting Bench.” Rodney groused.

Teyla was completely calm, which helped Rodney, since she's just as worried. “I am certain we will hear the news soon.”

Dr. Biro stepped out of the infirmary, pulling her mask down. “They'll be fine. Ronon has a sprained wrist, and Colonel Sheppard's blown out his knee...again.”

Teyla and Rodney breathed in relief. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Rodney got in the last word. “That should teach them not to play extreme basketball with Marines.”


Title: One Rodney, Two Rodneys, Red Rodney, Blue Rodney
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Prompt: [ profile] helenkacan asked for something with John and two Rodneys. This is not based on canon; Rodney is just the kind of guy who slips into alternate universes on a regular basis.

John heard the squabbling from down the hall. His Rodney, the blanket stealer, wore science blue and scribbled furiously on the whiteboard. The other one, who wandered through the gate yesterday, wore command red and snarked at the equations.

“You missed a cosign on line three.” said Red Rodney.

Blue Rodney turned and faced Red Rodney. “You shut up! You haven't done pure research in ages, don't even think you can correct my work!”

John smirked. He leaned against a desk next to Zelenka. “We need popcorn” he said, as the two Rodneys fought over the sharpie.


Title: Spit-Take
Fandom: SGA
Prompt: [ profile] helenkacan asked for Lorne's reaction to the repeal (whenever) of DADT.

Lorne brought coffee to his post-databurst meeting with Sheppard. He liked the ritual of it. What he didn't like so much was the broad grin on Sheppard's face when he came in. “What?” he asked suspiciously. He set one coffee on the desk and sat down.

If possible, Sheppard's smile widened. “I have here a memo stating that DADT has been repealed fully.” The bastard timed it perfectly; Lorne spluttered and coughed as coffee went all over him.

Sheppard handed him some napkins, and Lorne cleaned up. “Just for that, sir, you can get me fresh coffee.”


Title: Confrontation
Fandom: SGA, Galileo, feline owner of Rodney McKay
Prompt: [ profile] helenkacan requested more of Rodney's cat, with either another pet or Torren John.

Galileo heard noises down the hall. Mine had fitted him with a collar that allowed him to open doors—a perk of owning a human nearly as intelligent as a cat, with added value thumbs—and he was going to find the noise.

He crept along the hall, sniffing at doors for something new. Finally, he found it. He leaped into the air in front of the sensor, and the door opened. Galileo stalked in, searching for his prey.

Oh. No. A kitten. He sat down and groomed.

The tiny black kitten tackled him. ::playplayplay!::

Disgusted at this display, he sniffed. ::No.::
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For Lent this year I decided to write a drabble a day. I missed 2-3 days because of extenuating circumstances, but I'm posting these here and now, by fandom.

First batch: BtVS/Ats/Firefly

Title: First Aid
Fandom: Buffyverse, slightly AU where Wesley stayed in Sunnydale.
Rating: G
Prompt: [ profile] margarks requested Wesley/Xander, h/c. Hope you like it!

Xander stumbled into the Magic Box, holding a wet cloth to his head. “Giles?”

“No, sorry, just me.” Wesley stepped out from the back. “Good lord, what happened?”

Xander reddened. “Was helping Buffy patrol, and...”

Efficiently, Wesley opened the first aid kit and pulled the cloth from Xander's temple. “Was it a vampire?”

“No, a tree root, and John Griffin's headstone.” Xander winced as Wesley bandaged him. He shivered at the warmth of Wesley's hand, which slowed into a caress.

“You okay?” Wesley whispered.

Xander touched Wesley's cupped hand. “I will be”


Title: A Long Time Ago...
Fandom: Firefly
Prompt: [ profile] kayre asked for something about Shepherd Book

The abbot observed the visitor. His eyes were too old for such a young face, and his single pack was worn and covered in dust. “How can I help you, my son?” he asked, pointing to a chair.

The visitor sat. “I'm not your son.” Pain lurked behind the gruff voice.

The abbot sat back,. “Then tell me, Derrial Book, why have you come here?”

The man paused for a long moment. “I need to forget.”

“We can't erase your memory.”

That grim mouth twitched. “No. But I can think of other things here.”


Title: Not a Threat...
Fandom: Firefly
Prompt: [ profile] luis_mw requested Wash before his wedding

Wash's hands trembled as he tried, for the fifth time, to tie his tie. Still didn't work.

“Maaaaaaaallllllllll? Help?”

Mal stepped in and smirked. “You'd think you never dressed up before.”

“Not like this. Not for my wedding!”

Deftly, Mal shaped the offending fabric properly. “Now, Tradition is that the groom gets advice before that walk.”

“Oh-kay?” Wash was confused.

Mal pushed him against the wall. “You hurt her, and she'll kill you. Then I'll kill you. Then she'll kill you again. So make her happy, no matter what. Deal?”

Wash swallowed. “Deal.”


Title: Freedom
Fandom: Firefly, Inara
Prompt: [ profile] helenkacan asked for a drabble from Inara's POV of something about her life now as a Companion, especially as her shuttle goes wherever the ship goes.

Inara sat at in her shuttle and looked around her. Her rented space was now a jewel box of opulence and luxury; an island of peace in the midst of the harsh Black.

It wasn't perfect, but it was hers. She would never have to take a client out of need. The last house keeper would persuade her to take the clients no one wanted, and for good reason. She was a Companion; she had a choice, but in name only while she was under that roof.

Inara smiled to herself. Now she was free to choose as she wished.


Title: Untitled
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander
Prompt: [ profile] margarks requested Spike/Xander with Xander being insecure about something.

Xander stared at the words on the page. They made less sense than chemistry. Willow's advice came back to him. Just have everything you need and take it one step at a time.

He took a deep breath. He could handle this. He understood blueprints, and this wasn't too different. He could do this for Spike.

Spike was watching Passions, and when the half-hour break started, Xander took his chance. “Here.”

“What's this then?”

“A flowering onion. Except it kinda fell apart.”

Spike stared. “You cooked for me?” Xander nodded.

Oniony kisses were the very best.


Title: Real
Fandom: Firefly
Prompt: [ profile] kayre requested Kaylee and Shepherd Book, laughing.

Shepherd Book asked Kaylee. “Do you ever miss your home?”

“I miss Dad.” she replied. “But Serenity's home. She loves us.”

“Kaylee,” reproved the Shepherd. “Serenity doesn't have a soul.” At that, the lights flickered and the ship rocked suddenly. Book was thrown from his chair.

“He didn't mean it!” Kaylee shouted. “Tell her she has a soul!”

“ have a soul, Serenity!” The ship stopped. A warm feeling of being loved flowed through him, and he smiled.

Kaylee helped him up. “Believe now?”

“I do believe,” and they laughed.


Title: Seeking Serenity
Fandom: Firefly, Shepherd Book
Prompt: [ profile] mooseloon prompted with “Listening to what the universe says, even though it isn't what you want.” any Firefly character.

This one. The inner voice was insistent. Book squinted at the Firefly-class ship named 'Serenity' and internally shook his head. It looked like it would fall apart upon takeoff, if not crumble to bits while in the black. He continued on down the row of ships. He could always sign on an Alliance vessel as a chaplain. That would be enough adventure, with opportunity to minister to those in need.

Experience, though, had taught him that ignoring the inner voice would lead to peril. He paused briefly, closed his eyes, and mentally asked why.


All right. Serenity it was.


Title: Judith
Fandom: Firefly
Prompt: [ profile] tx_cronopio said “I love Book, and I love Book's backstory, so how about something about an extreme passion from his past? Someone he loved desperately and never forgot?”

Book remembered...

Judith was strong-willed, like her namesake. She walked with her head high, completely unafraid. That courage was hard won, and her confidence attracted him. He looked her in the eye when they spoke, talking of shared classes at the university they attended. She liked him, but remained aloof. He hoped she would see him anew someday.

One night, she invited him to her apartment and they made love throughout the night. In the morning she was gone. Three days later, an Agent questioned him. He knew nothing; she made sure.

Even now, he wondered what happened to Judith.


Title: Mistletoe Manipulation
Fandom: Angel
Prompt: [ profile] margarks asked for Angel/Wesley, a first kiss. Angel POV

Angel hadn't expected that Cordelia would be so sneaky. He wasn't surprised at the Christmas decorations, particularly the tree, appearing in the office early in December.

That she tracked down real mistletoe in Los Angeles and hung it everywhere was a shock. When she maneuvered him under the mistletoe with Wesley, Angel was astounded at the depths of her manipulation.

The kiss, at first perfunctory, grew passionate, and it staggered him. It wasn't until the flash of the digital camera went off that he realized just how very dangerous the kiss was for all of them.

He pushed Wesley away.
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