Summary: Angel surprises the gang.
Rating: Oh, PG for no reason.
Feedback: Tell me what you think- although this story isn't really very thoughtful.
WARNING: I am chock full of angst today, so this is a fluffy sillyfic. Forgive me, it was an urge.
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A worried frown crossed Giles' face as he turned to Willow. "Where is he?"
Willow shook her head in distress.
"I don't know. He said he would be here!" Buffy put a hand on her friend's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Will. He wouldn't let you down, I'm sure of it." Even Xander's usual poorly-repressed jealousy was put aside at his friend's distress.
"Willow, I'm sure he has a good reason for being late." Suddenly, the subject of all their concern entered the library doors.
"Where have you been?" Oz asked.
"Sorry, I was just..." Angel trailed off. Willow was looking at him very strangely. He stepped towards her, and was confused to see his lady fair back away. Even worse, there seemed to be some amount of fear in her eyes.
"Willow? Hon? What's wrong?" She hesitated in her reply.
"Angel, you- you didn't lose your soul again, did you?" He gave a start of surprise.
"What?! What on earth are you..." Buffy trembled as she sat down. "Not Angelus- not again..."
He looked at her in bewilderment, and Xander's disgusted voice broke in.
"So, where'd you find happiness this time?" Angel was too upset to even be angry at the boy.
"You make me sick." Xander turned away, and Angel looked back to find tears in Willow's eyes.
"HEY!!" He yelled in desperation.
"What is going on?!" Willow gestured with her hands.
"Angel- your pants. They're..." she choked. "...leather. Only Angelus ever wore leather pants. Oh, why?" Angel sighed, and everyone found his usually pale features tinged with an embarassed blush. He took a moment to regain his composure.
His jaw set.
"Everything else..." he couldn't meet their eyes.
"...was dirty. Alright? I have laundry to do." He turned away in shame, and Willow came up behind him. Taking his hand, she squeezed it, and he mustered a smile. The others could hear his plaintive voice as the two led the way out.
"I mean, what is Angelus' problem? Leather jackets, fine, whatever,
but pants? I mean, what a freak..."
The End