fic: heartthrob adaptation (C/A) (wip)
[i don't own angel]
AU of Angel: Season 3, episode 1 after:
Cordy: Alright I've been doing this awhile. Don't stakes through the heart and sunshine *kill* you guys?
Angel: He seems to have become-
Cordy: Invincible?
Angel: Let's not exaggerate.
Cordy: [grabs Angel's arm] The Ring of Amara! When you had that, you were invincible. Does he have a ring?
Angel: No.
Cordy: ...Did the Amara people make cuffs links or belt buckles?
Angel: [impatiently] There was only one!
Cordy: And you had to smash it!
Angel: Why don't we recriminate later, okay?
Cordy: Yes.
Angel: Now be quiet. I think he took the bait.
[rumbling; Cordy clings to Angel]
Cordy: Earthquake!
Angel: [pushing her off] Subway.
Cordy: Okay. Just the subway. [after a beat, her phone rings] Whoop!
Angel: [startled] Geeze!
Cordy: [whispers] Sorry, cellphone.
Wes: Cordelia, is that you? Can you hear me?
Cordy: Huh? What? Say that again!
Wes: There's something you have to know about James.
Cordy: Oh, he's *invincible* is he? He went to a what? A slog demon? What's that? [to Angel] Some kind of doctor demon that, uh, collects rare organs- [shocked] Cut out his heart?! [to Angel] Absolutely cannot be killed. [to Wes] Wait, what? How long? Six what? [stomps impatiently] What?? Hello?? Ugh! No signal. Okay, the guy's invincible, but it only lasts for so long and then he dies.
Angel: [whispers] How long?
Cordy: Uh, he said... I donno, six minutes, hours, weeks? I hate these; C'mon give me a signal!
Angel: That's good news. All we have to do is wait him out.
Cordy: Right. We'll just wait here until we're sure.
They stare at each other for several beats, expectantly.
"What time is it?" Angel asks eventually.
Cordelia glances at her phone. "Two thriteen."
The subway rumbles over head again, and they glance around, looking for somewhere to sit and wait.
"Angel?"
"I don't really want to talk about that right now."
"Fine," she says, a little pleased and a little disappointed. Another glance at her phone. 2:38. "Look I can't sit around in the dark brooding for hours unlike some people. We need to talk about *something* or I'm going to go insane."
Angel looks over at her, trying for put-out but the look falters when she flashes him a knowing smile.
"Alright," he says, turning on his box to face her. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Tell me about your trip."
"We already covered that one: peaceful, meditatey, demon monks."
"You know, sometimes you can be a really great story teller, but this is not one of those times."
"Look, Cordy, I'm kind of preoccupied. James is out there doing God knows what right now and I'm doing nothing, hoping that he dies while I sit in a sewer... storage room?" His tone goes from aggrivated to curious as they both look around at their surroundings.
"Where *are* we?" Cordy asks, standing to wander a little further into the room. Angel wastes no time in following her.
Past a several more stacks of crates, they reach a sectioned off corner of the room that holds a couch, a low end table and several book shelves full of odd knickknacks and old, matching volumes.
"It's not trespassing if you don't do it on purpose, is it?"
"I don't think we can expect anyone, anytime soon," Angel says, swiping a finger through the thick layer of dust on the end table.
"Or *maybe*, someone just dusted a bunch of trespassing vampires and then stepped out for a bit of fresh air and when they get back and discover us, we'll be next, only they'll keep me around as some sort of slave because killing *me* would get blood and not dust all over their nice leather couch. Could you live with yourself if that happened?"
"Well technically I'd be dead, so I wouldn't have to," Angel teased, making himself comfortable on the couch.
AU of Angel: Season 3, episode 1 after:
Cordy: Alright I've been doing this awhile. Don't stakes through the heart and sunshine *kill* you guys?
Angel: He seems to have become-
Cordy: Invincible?
Angel: Let's not exaggerate.
Cordy: [grabs Angel's arm] The Ring of Amara! When you had that, you were invincible. Does he have a ring?
Angel: No.
Cordy: ...Did the Amara people make cuffs links or belt buckles?
Angel: [impatiently] There was only one!
Cordy: And you had to smash it!
Angel: Why don't we recriminate later, okay?
Cordy: Yes.
Angel: Now be quiet. I think he took the bait.
[rumbling; Cordy clings to Angel]
Cordy: Earthquake!
Angel: [pushing her off] Subway.
Cordy: Okay. Just the subway. [after a beat, her phone rings] Whoop!
Angel: [startled] Geeze!
Cordy: [whispers] Sorry, cellphone.
Wes: Cordelia, is that you? Can you hear me?
Cordy: Huh? What? Say that again!
Wes: There's something you have to know about James.
Cordy: Oh, he's *invincible* is he? He went to a what? A slog demon? What's that? [to Angel] Some kind of doctor demon that, uh, collects rare organs- [shocked] Cut out his heart?! [to Angel] Absolutely cannot be killed. [to Wes] Wait, what? How long? Six what? [stomps impatiently] What?? Hello?? Ugh! No signal. Okay, the guy's invincible, but it only lasts for so long and then he dies.
Angel: [whispers] How long?
Cordy: Uh, he said... I donno, six minutes, hours, weeks? I hate these; C'mon give me a signal!
Angel: That's good news. All we have to do is wait him out.
Cordy: Right. We'll just wait here until we're sure.
They stare at each other for several beats, expectantly.
"What time is it?" Angel asks eventually.
Cordelia glances at her phone. "Two thriteen."
The subway rumbles over head again, and they glance around, looking for somewhere to sit and wait.
"Angel?"
"I don't really want to talk about that right now."
"Fine," she says, a little pleased and a little disappointed. Another glance at her phone. 2:38. "Look I can't sit around in the dark brooding for hours unlike some people. We need to talk about *something* or I'm going to go insane."
Angel looks over at her, trying for put-out but the look falters when she flashes him a knowing smile.
"Alright," he says, turning on his box to face her. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Tell me about your trip."
"We already covered that one: peaceful, meditatey, demon monks."
"You know, sometimes you can be a really great story teller, but this is not one of those times."
"Look, Cordy, I'm kind of preoccupied. James is out there doing God knows what right now and I'm doing nothing, hoping that he dies while I sit in a sewer... storage room?" His tone goes from aggrivated to curious as they both look around at their surroundings.
"Where *are* we?" Cordy asks, standing to wander a little further into the room. Angel wastes no time in following her.
Past a several more stacks of crates, they reach a sectioned off corner of the room that holds a couch, a low end table and several book shelves full of odd knickknacks and old, matching volumes.
"It's not trespassing if you don't do it on purpose, is it?"
"I don't think we can expect anyone, anytime soon," Angel says, swiping a finger through the thick layer of dust on the end table.
"Or *maybe*, someone just dusted a bunch of trespassing vampires and then stepped out for a bit of fresh air and when they get back and discover us, we'll be next, only they'll keep me around as some sort of slave because killing *me* would get blood and not dust all over their nice leather couch. Could you live with yourself if that happened?"
"Well technically I'd be dead, so I wouldn't have to," Angel teased, making himself comfortable on the couch.