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One Clear Shot	By : QueenB Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy Views: 11737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gunn, Wesley and Cordelia tiptoed cautiously inside the Hyperion. There were no bodies lying around; that was a good sign. “So where they at?” the tall black man asked as he peered around the large space.
In the drive to the movie--Cordelia had assured them Angel and Buffy would need every bit of the time to hash out their problems--the seer had gone into elaborate, unwanted detail about the ups and downs of their turbulent affair and the return of Angel’s nasty alter ego. He’d had to bite back a snigger at the barely concealed jealousy as she carped about Angel’s unhealthy attachment to Buffy in high school as if there weren’t any other, more beautiful, women around.
They’d seen the movie and, mercifully, Cordelia had shut up during its entire run. Then, on the return trip, she had launched into all the details she’d apparently missed on the drive over to the movie theater. Now he was thoroughly bored with the subject; he just hoped he wouldn’t have to sweep his boss into an ashtray.
“Cordelia, I’m sure your fears are unfounded. Miss Summers may have been upset but she’s a mature adult and Angel is over 200 years old. They will settle this disagreement of theirs without resorting to fisticuffs.”
“Ha! That just shows what you know, Wesley. Didn’t you hear anything I said? Hurricane Buffy is in town and that can only mean trouble!”
“Then why ain’t there dust on the floor? Why is the place so damned…quiet?” Gunn pointed out.
Wesley and Cordelia paused uncertainly. It was eerily quiet, too much so.
While the two of them stood wondering, Gunn let out a snort which quickly turned into full-blown laughter.
“What?” Cordelia demanded. “What’s so funny?”
“You two forget? We in a hotel. What do couples normally do in hotels? I mean, they haven’t seen each other in a whiles and, if they ain’t fighting and killing each other, they probably got busy doin’ the nasty.”
Wesley frowned forbiddingly although his lips twitched. “‘Doin’ the nasty?’ Is that your colorful term for it?”
Cordelia stood in shock and then began spluttering, “What is the matter with her? Is she crazy? Has she forgotten what all this leads to? I can’t believe she’d be so selfish!”
She was marching for the stairs when Wesley pulled her back. “Cordelia, do you really want to walk in on them if Buffy and Angel are…otherwise engaged?”
She glared at him and yanked her arm out of his grip. Nevertheless, she halted her progress up the stairs. “Wesley, you know what this means. Angelus is about to make a return and, you better believe me, it’s gonna take more than an axe and tranquilizers to stop him.”
“Cordelia, I understand your fears. But I find it difficult to believe that Miss Summers would be so careless. After all, she’s resisted Angel’s--advances for the past four years. Why would she suddenly give in now, especially when she was obviously incensed with him earlier?”
“God, Wes, you don’t know much about this sort of thing, do you? Arguing leads to fighting, fighting leads to passion and that leads to wild, skanky make-up sex. I’m surprised she didn’t fall off the wagon before now.” Gunn laughed again which didn’t lessen the fuming anger on Cordelia’s face.
“I think we should give both of them the benefit of the doubt,” Wesley ventured.
“Fine. You go up there and talk to them then.” Cordelia crossed her arms and lifted her chin in defiance.
“Me? Why do I have to go?” Wesley protested. “You’re the one who doesn’t think Angel can be trusted.”
“No, I’m the one who thinks that Buffy can’t be trusted. So why don’t you just go up there and tell her what a big jerk she’s being putting us all in danger like this?”
Gunn listened to the two of them bickering with only one ear. Cordelia and Wesley were not going to settle this for a while. So he shrugged mentally and slouched up the stairs. Cordelia stopped arguing to snap at him, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was thinking you two wanted to continue the Weezie and George Jefferson act a little longer. I’ll go check on them.”
“That’s ridiculous! This hotel has over 100 rooms--”
“And if they was as eager to get on doing the horizontal mambo like Cordy thinks, they’d head to the nearest room. So it’s not like I have to case the entire joint.”
Without waiting for further permission, Gun sauntered upstairs and rapped on the nearest hotel door.
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He strained his ears. He really couldn’t hear anything. Then again, this was a 100-odd-year-old hotel. Probably the soundproofing was a lot better in those days. Just as he was about to give up and try for another door, a female voice sang out, “Who is it?”
“Yo, it’s me, Gunn. Angel, you all right in there?”
“Angel? Yeah, he’s just fine. Is there a problem?”
“Nah. It’s just our resident seer has got her panties in a wad ‘cause she thinks Angelus is about to make a visit. From what she tells me, he’s a real badass and I want to know if I should be sharpening my trusty hubcap axe.”
The next moment the door was pulled open and Buffy Summers stood before him. She was dressed in the same pale green dress she’d worn before but now she was distinctly braless under it and she had what he called “wild, funky sex hair.” She thrust out one small hand towards him. “Hi. We weren’t properly introduced before. You’re Gunn, right?”
“That’s right. And you’re Buffy, the Slayer and Angel’s girl. I gotta tell you, I didn’t think a fighter would be so small.”
“Yeah, they all say that,” she replied with a genuine smile. She glanced back at something unseen just behind the door and he realized Angel hadn’t appeared yet. “You’re worried about Angelus. Don’t be. His soul is safe. My friend left out the happiness clause when she stuck his soul back in again. He’ll be just fine.”
“Any chance I could see for myself?” He pushed forward only to find himself forced back by the deceptively small woman facing him.
“Uh no. He’s kinda…tied up at the moment.” There was a loud snort from inside the room and it was obvious the woman was holding back a giggle of her own.
“Look, we’re taking every step to see Angelus doesn’t get out, okay? Believe me, the situation’s under control. See, I’ve got my trusty stake with me?” She fumbled in her purse and pulled out a stake, smooth and polished from constant handling.
“Well, if you think that’s gonna be enough--”
“Gunn, leave us alone. Buffy and I have…things to discuss.” The growly voice was definitely from Angel and Gunn saw a naughty sparkle appear deep in the woman’s eyes.
“Okay. But if you’re gonna keep doing this kind of discussing, you might want to think about talking to Wesley and Cordelia soon. They was really upset about the two of you getting--friendly again.”
He was gratified to see the blonde Slayer blush all the way up to her eyebrows. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. Cordy nearly had a stroke.” She was turning all shades of red and he could hear male laughter drifting out from behind her. She glared in the direction of the unseen vampire and then turned back to Gunn.
“Um, thanks for the info. We’ll come down soon. Just not too soon,” she finished under her breath. She inched the door shut and then paused. “Did you say something earlier about a hubcap axe?”
“Yeah. Some kid made it for me in shop class. When you two finished with your…conversation, I’ll show it to you.”
She grinned as she replied, “Okay. It sounds cool. All I ever got in shop was an ashtray from some guy with a crush on me in the fifth grade.” Then she shut the door.
He shook his head as he went back down the stairs. “Cordy and Wes gonna have a long wait. Four years means a lot of…conversation to catch up on.” He laughed again at the thought of Cordelia’s face when she heard.

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