Gwen
Gwen looked around, ready to swear. She had been trying to avoid them actually coming to Hyperion to see Angel.
Speaking of which... Angel came out of his office, looking scowly. Well, that really wasn't anything new. Connor jumped down from the balcony and landed in front of them, crossbow in hand.
"Hey, junior, don't shoot." Gwen lifted her hands up.
"Gwen." Angel neared closer. "Spike?"
Gwen moved forward a little bit. "Hey Angel."
"We heard that you had a bit of trouble at the school."
Gwen frowned. "How did you know?"
"Faith dropped in. You feeling better?"
"Yeah."
Connor's eyes were trained on Mordred, Vortigern and Spike, and the crossbow hadn't been lowered.
"You wanna tell the kid to drop the weapon?" Gwen asked Angel.
Angel sighed. "Connor..."
Connor lowered the crossbow, his eyes never leaving the other three. "What are you doing here?"
Mordred and Vortigern
"It was an accident. I was aiming for her house. Got the wrong image," Mordred snapped. "And if you point that at her again, I will bloody well kill you."
"Wolf, calm down." Vortigern placed a hand on Mordred's arm. Spike grinned. "Spike, help me out here."
"Why, love? I think watching the brat try to nail your brother while he 'ports would be bloody amusing."
"Spike..." Vortigern sighed.
"And Gwen? I feel ashamed you compared me to Angel. Obviously much hotter, and probably quicker on the uptake." Spike snickered as Mordred grinned nastily.
"He has a point, pet."
"Stop it, the two of you!" Vortigern said firmly. He shifted as the painting slipped and steadied it with a hand. "No one's fighting anyone. No one is going to be firing any crossbow bolts." He glared at Connor. "Got it?"
"Now, that's my pet." Spike kissed Vortigern, and the boy let the painting slip to the floor, thankfully still retaining the sheet he'd had draped over it in the garage. "Yes, mine. Sod off, peaches." Spike glared at Angel for a moment, before returning to kissing Vortigern senseless.
Gwen
Angel raised an eyebrow slightly and lifted his arm to hold Connor's arm, which was shaking with anger.
Gwen went over and hugged Angel. "We'll get going, don't worry."
"You sure? You could sleep here if you want?" Angel offered.
Gunn stepped out of the office and Gwen froze. "Gwen."
"Gunn." She nervously backed away. "No, I think we'll stay at my place."
Fred
Fred skipped into the lobby. "OLh look, visitors!" she sang. She looked at Spike.
"Are you a Bad Thing?" she asked.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred was glaring at Gunn, and Spike was impressed when the boy snarled at the black man.
"Oh, yeah, pet. I'm a very bad thing." Spike grinned at the girl. Vortigern snickered. "I'm the Big Bad, in fact."
"Stop it, Spike. Although it would be somewhat amusing to see their faces when they tried to stake you and fail, I don't like seeing you hurt."
"Me neither pet." Spike looked at Mordred. "Can we leave now?"
"Not for a few minutes at the least. I need to eat something before we go again, anyway." Mordred quit glaring at Gunn long enough to answer. "Teleporting four people and that painting from NY to LA takes a fair bit of energy."
Gwen
Angel nodded at Gwen. "You know where the kitchen is."
Gwen sighed. "Yeah, come on, it's downstairs."
Gunn made a snorting sort of sound and Gwen turned to face him. "Do you have something to say to me, Gunn?"
"Nope, not at all."
Fred
"Oh, pretty twins, and pretty vampire. You're nice, I can tell, not like those STUPID Pyleans. 'Cept Lorne, he's a nice one." Fred babbled a mile a minute, giggling at the three very attractive males in the lobby.
Mordred and Vortigern
"Ta, pet." Spike grinned, even while his hand curled possessively around Vortigern's waist. Mordred glowered at Gunn, keeping up the patented Wolf stare of death and painful things before death. "But this one is mine."
"My vampire." Vortigern reached up and ran his fingers lightly through Spike's hair. "Hey, isn't Pylea the name of the place where Dawn wanted to drop us?"
"She seemed to have a problem with that place. Apparently someione called her a cow." Mordred shrugged.
Gwen
"Let's just... let's just get some food then go to my place. Good seeing you again, Angel."
Gwen led the way down to the kitchen, away from prying eyes.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred followed Gwen without another word, but with one last steel glare at Gunn and Connor. Vortigern sighed and rubbed his forehead, before shrugging. "Gwen got hit by lightening. He's going to be a bit snarly for a while," Vortigern offered as explaination.
"Snarly? Bit of an understatement there. Did you *see* what he did to that punching bag after she got bit?" Spike said almost respectfully.
"Vortigern Llewlyn. That was Mordred who was giving you all the glare of impending painful death." Vortigern smiled. "You get used to it."
Fred and Cordy
"Pylea," Cordy interrupted, "Is a hell dimension where humans are called cows. Used as slaves until their body breaks, and then eaten in a feast. Fred was there for five years, it kinda stressed her brain out a bit," she explained.
"I'm not crazy," Fred said. "Well, crazy, but I'm not wrong."
Gwen
Angel nodded and let go of Connor's arm. Connor was still looking pissed off, but there was nothing that was pretty much his regular expression.
Gwen sat in the kitchen with Mordred.
"You didn't really have to snarl at Gunn, you know. But thanks."
MOrdred and Vortigern
"Yeah. You're welcome. But what I really want to do is hurt that guy who was pointing a crossbow at you and Vort." Mordred smiled at her. "Is there actual food here do you think? Or just blood?"
"Sooo." Vortigern ran a hand nervously through his hair. That guy with the crossbow was still freaking him out more then slightly. "Is namegiving going to be reciprocated?"
"Angel," Angel said. "This is Connor, my son."
"Cordelia."
"Gunn."
"Hey, what's uup with you and bleach boy?" Cordelia asked brightly.
"He's my lover," Spike said calmly.
Gwen
Gwen nodded. "Should be... Angel's stuff is upstairs, I think anyway. And there's food for Fred, Wes, Connor, Cordy and... Gunn." She pointed to the fridge.
Angel didn't change his expression, merely nodded, while Cordelia's eyes widened visibly.
"Well... good luck with that."
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred nodded and got up to look in the fridge. He found something to eat and settled down to eat it. He was hungry, and didn't really care what it was as long as it was food.
"Oh, it was. Good luck." Vortigern smiled. "Very good luck for me."
"I think I was the one with the good luck, love." Spike kissed the corners of Vortogern's mouth gently. "Smell like sunshine, you do."
"I am still considering killing Nathan however."
"Why? Why don't you do what I know you want to do, and start drawing again." Spike grinned as Vortigern nodded.
"It's just the hotel. Cos I mean, wow." Vortigern gestured. "I need some background for some of my paintings too. This place could be perfect. You don't mind, do you?" He asked Angel suddenly. Angel shook his head. Vortigern grinned and bent down to get his pencils and a sketch pad out of his bag.
Gwen
Gwen pulled a drink out of the fridge and opened it, watching Mordred out of the corner of her eye with affection.
She sighed wistfully. "I love you."
Mordred and Vortigern
"I love you too," Mordred said. "I'm still so sorry about earlier."
Vortigern was humming and talking to himself as he sketched rapidly. Spike watched him with an amused eye.
"What are you doing with the boy, Spike?" Angel growled into his ear.
"Sod off. Not doing anything either of us don't want. None of your bloody business anyway." Spike lit up, knowing how much his smoking habit irritated the older vampire. Vortigern looked over at Spike and Angel, and Spike nodded to show he was fine, smiling as the worry faded from his boy's brown eyes. He grinned. His pet was sketching people again. He knew it.
"So. Spike said you drew. That still true, or does that come under oh no, I am a vampire with a soul therefore must brood category?" Vortigern asked cheerfully as his pencil flew over the paper.
Gwen
"I'm sorry too."
Gwen fiddled with her drink lid, suddenly feeling really tired.
Mordred and Vortigern
"We can go soon. I must have picked the wrong image. I'm sorry, love." Mordred reached out and touched her hand. "I meant to go to your place."
"Probably falls under the souled vampire therefore must brood category," Spike said with a grin. Vortigern laughed, and then ripped off the piece of paper and walking over to Cordelia.
"For you." A quick pencil sketch of her against the backdrop of the hotel. She looked at it, and gasped.
"Wow, you're really good."
"Thanks."
Gwen
Gwen nodded. "It doesn't matter. All the images in my head have been kinda jumbled since the snake bite."
Mordred and Vortigern
"Yeah." Mordred got up and washed up the things he had used. "I think we can go now."
Vortigern was tossing snarky comments to Spike, and the blond vampire tossed rejoinders back almost lazily, just to hear him laugh. He could feel Angel staring at the two of them, but he didn't want Vortigern to notice and freeze in embarrassment. And then Vortigern turned to Connor. "So, what's your deal? Are you just homophobic, or do you have something else up your arse?" Spike snorted as Connor gaped. "Because, that glare of death? You need to take lessons from Tav. And seriously? He's scarier then you, oh sexless one, even when Dawn turned him into a girl." The crossbow came up, and Vortigern flared a dazzle of light at Connor, then dodged. "God, PMS much?"
"If he hurts him, Angel, I will kill him. And Mordred will help me do it," Spike warned.
Fred
Fred looked at Cordelia's picture and gasped.
"So good, Mr. Pretty. Can you draw me?"
Vortigern
"Sure. I can paint you too. If we're still around in a few days. Don't know how long we'll be here." Vortigern smiled.
Spike moved Vortigern behind him, and allowed a glimmer of yellow to touch his eyes as he stared at Connor. "Mine."
"Ok, let's just go. I still want to draw this place, and making Gwen's friends, coworkers, whatever hate us is not good for Gwen."
"Pet, you're babbling." The corners of Spike's mouth quirked upwards.
"Well, yeah. And again, I can concur with Nyx's statement." Vortigern looked out from behind Spike. "He's cute. But androgynous."
Mordred glared at Connor. "Point that at my brother again, and you'll lose the limb you point it with."
Fred
"Silly Connor, he's not even really real, you know, I can see his energy matrix, like the shiny Key, she has a pretty energy matrix too!" Fred said, bouncing up and down.
Vortigern
"You sound like Nathan," Vortigern said firmly. "He's a mutant back at the mansion. He's a Seer, and he has this talent he calls Perceptivity. He's insane, but he's a nice guy."
"Bit of an interfering annoyance, but he got us two talking." Spike nuzzled at Vortigern's neck, and Vorigern turned his head so Spike could lick at his pulsepoint.