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janedavitt Nov. 12th, 2004 10:31 am)
This is another double and it's not exactly what was asked for but I hope it still works for you
speakr2customrs. Thanks for the request; this was a challenge but I enjoyed it.
And new icon! Wesley hands by
cheesygirl. So.Darn.Pretty.
Happy Birthday to
nwhepcat! Hope today is full of so much happiness for you ::many hugs::
I'm working my way through the Birthdayficathon stories; some real gems. Totally enamoured of Five Birthdays That Never Happened to Xander Harris by
secondverse that had me getting misty-eyed, and
Send Me a Happy Hour by
eloise_bright who writes one of the best Wesley's out there.
Finding Security in Chaos
He doesn’t know how to do this. He could wait until she went home, slip down and return it to the drawer – but that would be kinda sneaky and besides, there were all those security cameras. Undignified. He’d lost enough dignity for one century.
So he walks into her office and plunks her – it – down on Fred’s desk. Wide, startled eyes peer up at him. No one does startled as well as Fred.
“Angel?” She glances down. “Oh, you found him!” She picks up the stuffed rabbit and cradles it to her before flushing and giving him an embarrassed smile. “I was starting to worry, but I felt a bit of a fool putting up reward posters for him. Where -?”
Angel edged backwards. “He? She’s a – it’s a he?”
Fred dimples and stands the rabbit up, making him bow. “Angel, meet Feigenbaum. Master of Chaos.”
She goes off into an explanation of his name but Angel’s not listening.
And he hopes Feigenbaum wasn’t either, when he held him tightly in felt-soft hands, seeking comfort from the only one smaller than him, and wishing aloud that this would end soon because the night was scary and the bed was big.
And new icon! Wesley hands by
Happy Birthday to
I'm working my way through the Birthdayficathon stories; some real gems. Totally enamoured of Five Birthdays That Never Happened to Xander Harris by
Send Me a Happy Hour by
Finding Security in Chaos
He doesn’t know how to do this. He could wait until she went home, slip down and return it to the drawer – but that would be kinda sneaky and besides, there were all those security cameras. Undignified. He’d lost enough dignity for one century.
So he walks into her office and plunks her – it – down on Fred’s desk. Wide, startled eyes peer up at him. No one does startled as well as Fred.
“Angel?” She glances down. “Oh, you found him!” She picks up the stuffed rabbit and cradles it to her before flushing and giving him an embarrassed smile. “I was starting to worry, but I felt a bit of a fool putting up reward posters for him. Where -?”
Angel edged backwards. “He? She’s a – it’s a he?”
Fred dimples and stands the rabbit up, making him bow. “Angel, meet Feigenbaum. Master of Chaos.”
She goes off into an explanation of his name but Angel’s not listening.
And he hopes Feigenbaum wasn’t either, when he held him tightly in felt-soft hands, seeking comfort from the only one smaller than him, and wishing aloud that this would end soon because the night was scary and the bed was big.