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jesterladyficEpilogue:
Angel was cleaning out his desk. Today was his last day at Wolfram and Hart. The Senior Partners weren’t happy about it, but Gunn had legally cleared him of his contract with the last bit of his brain upgrade. Apparently he missed the Gilbert and Sullivan, but other than that, Gunn was happy to go back to being the muscle.
The Senior Partners had threatened to restore Connor to what he was but a little glow-show
from Cordelia convinced them otherwise.
Angel smiled at the thought. Cordelia, his very own flesh and blood, not horned or tailed, but certainly glowing, Cordelia. She was waiting for him back at the hotel to commit perfect happiness. Her Higher Being-ness allowed that. Apparently every time the
soul left she could just zap it right back. Angel couldn’t wait to go home to try it out.
Fred and Wesley were on a vacation, some time away for just the two of them and Angel had given it to them whole-heartedly.
Lorne had taken Harmony for a weekend trip to Las Vegas, so long as she promised not to sing. Lorne had also promised Angel not to set foot in the Tropicana and Angel had reluctantly agreed to give Harmony a trial period as Angel Investigation’s official secretary when they returned, seeing as Cordelia had grown somewhat beyond the answering phone phase of her life as she had pointed out to him using lots of flashy superpowers.
The smile disappeared off Angel’s face as he picked up a cheesy postcard off the desk and read it.
‘Captain Forehead,
Just a note to let you know Buffy’s all right and the Immortal’s dust. Almost smiling, aren’t ya? She sure gave it to the poncy bugger.
Anyways, heard you’re out of Evil Inc. Good on you. Cheerleader gave you a right
beating, I guess.
The most important bit of news, however, is this: I’m eating cookies.
Cheers,
Spike.’
Angel was cleaning out his desk. Today was his last day at Wolfram and Hart. The Senior Partners weren’t happy about it, but Gunn had legally cleared him of his contract with the last bit of his brain upgrade. Apparently he missed the Gilbert and Sullivan, but other than that, Gunn was happy to go back to being the muscle.
The Senior Partners had threatened to restore Connor to what he was but a little glow-show
from Cordelia convinced them otherwise.
Angel smiled at the thought. Cordelia, his very own flesh and blood, not horned or tailed, but certainly glowing, Cordelia. She was waiting for him back at the hotel to commit perfect happiness. Her Higher Being-ness allowed that. Apparently every time the
soul left she could just zap it right back. Angel couldn’t wait to go home to try it out.
Fred and Wesley were on a vacation, some time away for just the two of them and Angel had given it to them whole-heartedly.
Lorne had taken Harmony for a weekend trip to Las Vegas, so long as she promised not to sing. Lorne had also promised Angel not to set foot in the Tropicana and Angel had reluctantly agreed to give Harmony a trial period as Angel Investigation’s official secretary when they returned, seeing as Cordelia had grown somewhat beyond the answering phone phase of her life as she had pointed out to him using lots of flashy superpowers.
The smile disappeared off Angel’s face as he picked up a cheesy postcard off the desk and read it.
‘Captain Forehead,
Just a note to let you know Buffy’s all right and the Immortal’s dust. Almost smiling, aren’t ya? She sure gave it to the poncy bugger.
Anyways, heard you’re out of Evil Inc. Good on you. Cheerleader gave you a right
beating, I guess.
The most important bit of news, however, is this: I’m eating cookies.
Cheers,
Spike.’
