Part: 3
"What?!"
"Oh calm down Willow. I just want you to take some things to Angel in LA."
"Like What?"
"Books. Weapons. Things of the like."
"But he's got all those things."
"No, actually. He just called and informed me, his home was blown
up. He lost
all his things."
"What? When?"
"A couple weeks ago. He's apparently been staying with Cordelia
and just
purchased his new place."
"But why do I have to take this stuff?"
"Well, Buffy can't."
"Well ... what about Xander?" Giles removed his glasses in irritation.
"He's with Anya and doesn't need to be seeing Cordelia."
"Anya?" Giles gave her a 'think about it' look. "Okay, like asking
Spike.
You?"
"I haven't a car."
"You can barrow mine."
"Willow."
"Giles, please?! Don't make me do it."
"Willow, what has gotten into you? You're always willing to help others."
"I just don't want to see Angel. That's all." Giles went to speak
but Willow
spoke first. "Please don't ask."
"Willow. Just please drop the things off in LA. Don't stay. Then
you don't
necessarily see Angel. You're in and out."
"No." she gave him a stern look. "I'm not going."
***
Angel and Cordelia were reading. Cordelia on the arm chair; feet
dangling
over the side reading a fashion magazine, Angel on the couch reading
an old
book checked out from a local library. A knock came from the door
grabbing
both their attentions. Both of them got up and answered it, Cordelia
opening
the door for them both to see.
Behind the door was Willow, a not so thrilled look on her face.
She tossed a
book at Angel and he stepped back a bit, catching it.
"I come baring gifts." She gave a weak smile and showed him her
keys,
dangling from her hand. "The rests in the car. We should get going."
*****