Amnesty Is Granted
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
16,060
Reviews:
11
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Lost and Found
Lost and Found
Xander found himself grinning as he watched Angel rush around his basement apartment in what he liked to call “Mother Hen Mode.” He’d been worried about his reception, afraid that the older man didn’t want a kid hanging around. Xander figured he could always say he was on his way back home if it looked like he wasn’t wanted.
Instead, he had barely gotten his greeting out before being pulled into the office and dragged down to Angel’s private quarters. He’d been pushed towards the bathroom to clean up as Angel ran around, making coffee and ordering pizza without even asking. He even knew Xander’s favorite toppings and remembered to ask for soda to be delivered.
He walked out of the bathroom and sat in one of Angel’s chairs. It was yet another one that was uncomfortable as hell and he had to laugh. Trust Angel to punish himself even with his choice of furniture.
Finally Angel settled down and Xander was treated to yet another one of his looks. Xander just shook his head. “Don’t start with the twenty questions you’re obviously dying to ask; I know I look awful. I feel like shit. Do you know how hard it is to find someone in LA?”
And he sat there and told Angel everything. The funerals, Oxnard, coming to LA and staying in flophouses and shelters for a few days while trying to find the other man. He only stopped when Angel went upstairs to pay for the pizza. It was dawn before he was finally finished.
“So I was looking for work at this bar that was hiring, but there were all sorts of cops there. Something about a serial killer and sucking chest wounds. There was this woman cop that looked pissed. Anyhow, I found this business card and it had one of Cordy’s crazy drawings on it with your address. And…well, here I am. Don’t supposed you’re in need of a sidekick? I mean, I’m sure I can do something to help out in your effort to become Sam Spade. I can, umm, polish your gun—or your sword. And boy, did that come out sounding wrong!”
Xander flushed and babbled. He hated it when his mouth made statements his brain didn’t approve of. It usually got him into trouble. This time, however, Angel blinked, and then laughed. Xander grinned and then laughed with him. It felt…good. Right.
Like he was home.
Xander found himself grinning as he watched Angel rush around his basement apartment in what he liked to call “Mother Hen Mode.” He’d been worried about his reception, afraid that the older man didn’t want a kid hanging around. Xander figured he could always say he was on his way back home if it looked like he wasn’t wanted.
Instead, he had barely gotten his greeting out before being pulled into the office and dragged down to Angel’s private quarters. He’d been pushed towards the bathroom to clean up as Angel ran around, making coffee and ordering pizza without even asking. He even knew Xander’s favorite toppings and remembered to ask for soda to be delivered.
He walked out of the bathroom and sat in one of Angel’s chairs. It was yet another one that was uncomfortable as hell and he had to laugh. Trust Angel to punish himself even with his choice of furniture.
Finally Angel settled down and Xander was treated to yet another one of his looks. Xander just shook his head. “Don’t start with the twenty questions you’re obviously dying to ask; I know I look awful. I feel like shit. Do you know how hard it is to find someone in LA?”
And he sat there and told Angel everything. The funerals, Oxnard, coming to LA and staying in flophouses and shelters for a few days while trying to find the other man. He only stopped when Angel went upstairs to pay for the pizza. It was dawn before he was finally finished.
“So I was looking for work at this bar that was hiring, but there were all sorts of cops there. Something about a serial killer and sucking chest wounds. There was this woman cop that looked pissed. Anyhow, I found this business card and it had one of Cordy’s crazy drawings on it with your address. And…well, here I am. Don’t supposed you’re in need of a sidekick? I mean, I’m sure I can do something to help out in your effort to become Sam Spade. I can, umm, polish your gun—or your sword. And boy, did that come out sounding wrong!”
Xander flushed and babbled. He hated it when his mouth made statements his brain didn’t approve of. It usually got him into trouble. This time, however, Angel blinked, and then laughed. Xander grinned and then laughed with him. It felt…good. Right.
Like he was home.