Eloise (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eloise_bright) wrote,@ 2006-03-24 02:14:00 |
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Angel/Wes ficlet - Looking after the bear
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lighter_wesley and slashthedrabble; teddy bear and the past respectively.
TITLE: Looking after the Bear
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Angel/Wes
NOTES: 500 words. Set Season 1. A little bit AU...
“Wesley’s birthday? No idea.” Cordelia did a wonderfully dismissive hand wave, which still managed to be extraordinarily graceful. Actor’s workshop 101, Angel decided.
“I thought of vouchers for Alpha, but they’d eat Wesley alive.” She picked up a file and shoved it somewhat randomly into the cabinet.
“Alpha? That’s a club, right?” Angel slid his hand surreptitiously into the filing cabinet to retrieve the folder. Cordelia’s hand wave this time was decidedly more of a slap.
“Leave it! I have a system.” She tilted her chin defiantly. “And don’t play dumb.” She eyed his duster. “You’re going to stand there and tell me you’ve never owned Paul Smith? Oh please, like you’ve never shopped in West Hollywood.”
Angel opened his mouth to protest, but Cordelia was on a roll. “You’re sure about the whole ‘Wes is gay’ thing, right? Because, sartorially speaking, he’s not making the cut.”
Angel nodded emphatically. “He’s been pretty convincing so far.”
The hand was back again, in all its manicured ‘talk to me’ glory. “Verging on TMI, Angel.” She smoothed her already perfect hair. “I’ll take your word for it. Though birthday-wise, think about the clothes thing. Seriously, Wes has the dress sense of a – well – stuffy English watcherboy.”
She was over at the desk now, clicking the mouse. “See, even these guys have more street cred than Wes, and look what they’re wearing.”
“Look what who’s wearing?” Wesley appeared in the office doorway, slipping off his jacket. He leaned over to peer at the computer screen. “Duffle coats! I haven’t seen those since I was in short trousers.”
Angel tried not to imagine Wesley in short trousers. He was blissfully unsuccessful for several moments. When he rejoined the world of non-short trouser wearers again, Wesley was still waxing lyrical about duffle coats.
“I had the regulation grey Prep school one, but what I really wanted was the blue one, like Paddington Bear.” He smiled wistfully. “Never dared to ask for it, of course.”
“Wesley, it’s actually quite sad that you make Xander Harris look like Ralph Lauren.” Cordelia sighed dramatically. “A bear as a fashion icon? I give up”
“I’ll have you know Paddington was an extremely well-dressed young bear.” Wesley’s eyes shone with remembered joy, and Angel’s dilemma was solved.
*~*~*~*
“Where did you find him?” Wesley’s voice was soft, Christmas morning innocence and awe mixed together.
“It wasn’t that hard.” Angel did a patented Cordelia hand wave, hiding the fact that he’d spent almost a week tracing an original Paddington.
“I always wanted him when I was little, but I was lucky to be allowed the books.”
Angel slipped his arm around Wesley's shoulders. Wesley settled against him and placed the little bear reverently on the bed between them
He had a sudden vivid memory of Wesley waiting to be asked to breakfast, so desperately polite, but clearly needing a home, and family, and loving.
Angel reached out, touched the label around Paddington’s neck, and nodded solemnly.
Please look after this bear.
I wrote a little something for the challenges at
lighter_wesley and slashthedrabble; teddy bear and the past respectively.TITLE: Looking after the Bear
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Angel/Wes
NOTES: 500 words. Set Season 1. A little bit AU...
“Wesley’s birthday? No idea.” Cordelia did a wonderfully dismissive hand wave, which still managed to be extraordinarily graceful. Actor’s workshop 101, Angel decided.
“I thought of vouchers for Alpha, but they’d eat Wesley alive.” She picked up a file and shoved it somewhat randomly into the cabinet.
“Alpha? That’s a club, right?” Angel slid his hand surreptitiously into the filing cabinet to retrieve the folder. Cordelia’s hand wave this time was decidedly more of a slap.
“Leave it! I have a system.” She tilted her chin defiantly. “And don’t play dumb.” She eyed his duster. “You’re going to stand there and tell me you’ve never owned Paul Smith? Oh please, like you’ve never shopped in West Hollywood.”
Angel opened his mouth to protest, but Cordelia was on a roll. “You’re sure about the whole ‘Wes is gay’ thing, right? Because, sartorially speaking, he’s not making the cut.”
Angel nodded emphatically. “He’s been pretty convincing so far.”
The hand was back again, in all its manicured ‘talk to me’ glory. “Verging on TMI, Angel.” She smoothed her already perfect hair. “I’ll take your word for it. Though birthday-wise, think about the clothes thing. Seriously, Wes has the dress sense of a – well – stuffy English watcherboy.”
She was over at the desk now, clicking the mouse. “See, even these guys have more street cred than Wes, and look what they’re wearing.”
“Look what who’s wearing?” Wesley appeared in the office doorway, slipping off his jacket. He leaned over to peer at the computer screen. “Duffle coats! I haven’t seen those since I was in short trousers.”
Angel tried not to imagine Wesley in short trousers. He was blissfully unsuccessful for several moments. When he rejoined the world of non-short trouser wearers again, Wesley was still waxing lyrical about duffle coats.
“I had the regulation grey Prep school one, but what I really wanted was the blue one, like Paddington Bear.” He smiled wistfully. “Never dared to ask for it, of course.”
“Wesley, it’s actually quite sad that you make Xander Harris look like Ralph Lauren.” Cordelia sighed dramatically. “A bear as a fashion icon? I give up”
“I’ll have you know Paddington was an extremely well-dressed young bear.” Wesley’s eyes shone with remembered joy, and Angel’s dilemma was solved.
*~*~*~*
“Where did you find him?” Wesley’s voice was soft, Christmas morning innocence and awe mixed together.
“It wasn’t that hard.” Angel did a patented Cordelia hand wave, hiding the fact that he’d spent almost a week tracing an original Paddington.
“I always wanted him when I was little, but I was lucky to be allowed the books.”
Angel slipped his arm around Wesley's shoulders. Wesley settled against him and placed the little bear reverently on the bed between them
He had a sudden vivid memory of Wesley waiting to be asked to breakfast, so desperately polite, but clearly needing a home, and family, and loving.
Angel reached out, touched the label around Paddington’s neck, and nodded solemnly.
Please look after this bear.
