Fic: Two Ways Lorne Could Have Been Reunited with Angel (Lorne, Faith, Lilah)
So way back in September, I offered silvertedy fic for her birthday. And she asked me to write her something with Lorne and Faith, post-Angel S5. I stand by my statement that I can write anything, but this? Was an incredible challenge. I've been poking around with ideas for months. And finally have something. This was supposed to be longer. I had envisioned it being "Five Ways" but I kind of stalled out at two. So my apologies that this is just a ficlet instead of a full-fledged fic. But as I tried to write more, it just got boring and repetitive. So anyway... here it is.
Title: Two Ways Lorne Could Have Been Reunited with Angel
Author: Moosesal
Fandom: Angel the Series
Characters: Lorne, Faith, Lilah
Rating: PG
Written for silvertedy.
Faith
“Where’s the man in charge?”
The bartender turned around, blank look on his face. “No hablo ingles.”
Faith rolled her eyes then slipped two fingers between her lips and let out a screeching whistle. The bar went silent and everyone--demon and human--turned to stare at her. “Anybody in here speak English?”
A particularly slimy looking vampire--judging by the hair gel and Miami Vice clothes, he’d clearly been turned in the 80s--strolled over to her. “What can I do for you little lady?”
Faith quirked an eyebrow and smiled to cover her amusement. “You can tell the bartender that I’m looking for the owner of this place.”
Slimy vampire had a sudden change of heart and language skills. “No hablo ingles,” he said and turned to walk away.
Faith caught him by the shoulder. “You hablo this?” She slammed his head down on the bar.
“Si, si.” The vampire moaned and raised his hands in surrender.
“Good.” She yanked his head back and smiled sweetly at him. “So I don’t need to beat the information out of you then? Do I?” She pulled her fist back and was about to slug him when a green hand covered hers.
“I see Slayers don’t fall under the spell to prevent demon or human violence. Interesting.”
“Lorne.” Faith smiled and moved to hug him, but his words stopped her.
“What do you want?” His face was blank, his tone cold.
She tipped her head to the side, studying him. “Angel said you’d changed.”
“He the one who sent you?”
She shrugged. “He wants to make amends.”
“How did you find me?”
“Not that many demon karaoke bars in the world and Baja’s not exactly far from L.A.”
Lorne nodded slightly and turned toward his office, stopping only to hold the door for Faith.
Lilah
“Michael Jackson needs representation.”
Lorne looked over his shoulder. “You’re not real.”
“Wrong. I’m not breathing, but I’m very much real. And just like me, you signed a contract with Wolfram & Hart. We have a job for you.”
“Sorry sugar, but I’m retired.”
Lilah threw her head back as she laughed and Lorne could see the scar just above the edge of her scarf. “No one retires, Lorne. You know that just as much as the rest of them.”
“You can’t make me do anything.”
“Sure I can.” She winked. “Just have to get you properly motivated.”
“And how do you propose to do that?”
“Cut off your head and mail it to Angel.”
“That won’t kill me.”
“The purpose isn’t to kill you, it’s to get Angel to come here. We send him your head, keep the body. When he opens the package, you’ll tell him where to bring you so you can be reattached.” She smiled at him. “He owes you after Lindsey.”
“I’m not interested in collecting.”
“You don’t have much choice.”
“If you know where he is, why don’t you just go get him?” He saw her muscles tense and didn’t need her to sing to know the answer. “Can’t catch him, can you?”
“No.”
“I’m sure your invitation was hard for him to resist. Did you try the decapitation route with him, too?”
She snapped her fingers and three large, heavily armed men came through the door. “Do it.” She smiled at Lorne and bowed her head slightly. “It was lovely seeing you again, Lorne.”
He closed his eyes and sang to himself. He was too tired to fight.
Title: Two Ways Lorne Could Have Been Reunited with Angel
Author: Moosesal
Fandom: Angel the Series
Characters: Lorne, Faith, Lilah
Rating: PG
Written for silvertedy.
Faith
“Where’s the man in charge?”
The bartender turned around, blank look on his face. “No hablo ingles.”
Faith rolled her eyes then slipped two fingers between her lips and let out a screeching whistle. The bar went silent and everyone--demon and human--turned to stare at her. “Anybody in here speak English?”
A particularly slimy looking vampire--judging by the hair gel and Miami Vice clothes, he’d clearly been turned in the 80s--strolled over to her. “What can I do for you little lady?”
Faith quirked an eyebrow and smiled to cover her amusement. “You can tell the bartender that I’m looking for the owner of this place.”
Slimy vampire had a sudden change of heart and language skills. “No hablo ingles,” he said and turned to walk away.
Faith caught him by the shoulder. “You hablo this?” She slammed his head down on the bar.
“Si, si.” The vampire moaned and raised his hands in surrender.
“Good.” She yanked his head back and smiled sweetly at him. “So I don’t need to beat the information out of you then? Do I?” She pulled her fist back and was about to slug him when a green hand covered hers.
“I see Slayers don’t fall under the spell to prevent demon or human violence. Interesting.”
“Lorne.” Faith smiled and moved to hug him, but his words stopped her.
“What do you want?” His face was blank, his tone cold.
She tipped her head to the side, studying him. “Angel said you’d changed.”
“He the one who sent you?”
She shrugged. “He wants to make amends.”
“How did you find me?”
“Not that many demon karaoke bars in the world and Baja’s not exactly far from L.A.”
Lorne nodded slightly and turned toward his office, stopping only to hold the door for Faith.
Lilah
“Michael Jackson needs representation.”
Lorne looked over his shoulder. “You’re not real.”
“Wrong. I’m not breathing, but I’m very much real. And just like me, you signed a contract with Wolfram & Hart. We have a job for you.”
“Sorry sugar, but I’m retired.”
Lilah threw her head back as she laughed and Lorne could see the scar just above the edge of her scarf. “No one retires, Lorne. You know that just as much as the rest of them.”
“You can’t make me do anything.”
“Sure I can.” She winked. “Just have to get you properly motivated.”
“And how do you propose to do that?”
“Cut off your head and mail it to Angel.”
“That won’t kill me.”
“The purpose isn’t to kill you, it’s to get Angel to come here. We send him your head, keep the body. When he opens the package, you’ll tell him where to bring you so you can be reattached.” She smiled at him. “He owes you after Lindsey.”
“I’m not interested in collecting.”
“You don’t have much choice.”
“If you know where he is, why don’t you just go get him?” He saw her muscles tense and didn’t need her to sing to know the answer. “Can’t catch him, can you?”
“No.”
“I’m sure your invitation was hard for him to resist. Did you try the decapitation route with him, too?”
She snapped her fingers and three large, heavily armed men came through the door. “Do it.” She smiled at Lorne and bowed her head slightly. “It was lovely seeing you again, Lorne.”
He closed his eyes and sang to himself. He was too tired to fight.