"Immortal Beloved..." CXXXII...
PG-13
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Spoilers for Angel to the bitter end...Flee at once!...
Summary: Though the standard IB format, one of (132) versions of events following the end of Angel S5 episodes from "Girl in Question" through to "Not Fade Away" and beyond... (Not a continuous story, though some are multipart...)
Los Angeles…
Yesterday…
New offices of Angel, Gunn, Walthrop, and Burkle-Wyndham-Price…
"You're really up for this?..." Angel eyes his partner… William nodding…
"Well, I gotta admire you…The Immortal is a challenge…Though it's odd there's been nothing new about the two of them in over three years…" he leaned back in his chair… "But I did think you and Fred-Lyria…"
"I said I hate that name…" Illyria in Winifred form frowned from her seat…
"Fred has a fella waiting, Angel…" Will smiled at her… "I may have been many things in my time but I've never stolen another bloke's girl…"
Angel blinking at that one…Oh, really…?
"…before it was over…Nina doing well at the 'spa'?...Osborne been dispensing useful advice?..." innocently…
"Yeah…Great…" narrow look…
"Anyway…Now we got the Partners finally licked once and for all, I thought I ought to see what's up in Europe with our favorite Slayer…"
"Reports are pretty scarce on her…" Angel shook his head… "I'm convinced she's deliberately been keeping a low profile at least since the Partners tried to grab and enslave those Slayers two years ago…Frankly I wonder if she and the Immortal as a couple was some kind of smoke-screen…"
"All the more reason for me to pay a call on His B…" Will noted… "He'll at least have some answers…And I do have some formidable support…"
"You got him?..." Angel blinked again… "I thought for sure he was dead…"
"Actually he's in our waiting room…Eighty-three years old and semi-retired but still the man to call for a mission like this…" Will noted… "If I may…?"
"I gotta see this…" Angel nodded…
"Harmony…" Will buzzed the intercom… "Send them in…"
"Harmony?..."
"Uh, yeah…" vague reply… Giggling laughter… "Oh, I'm only in my twenties…Even with the vamp body…" to someone…
"Harmony…" Angel cut in… "Would you please send our visitors in?..."
Ummn… "Yes, Mr. Angel…"
A group of five entered…One woman, four men…All a bit on the far side of senior…But all good-looking for their age and extremely well-dressed in suits and lead by a tall man in gray suit…Who, despite white hair and wrinkles had a bearing and projected a general air of confidence and well…
Illyria smiling brightly at his smile…
"Mr. Walthrop…My team…Paul Kinsey, Salvatore Romano, Peter Campbell, Peggy Olsen…"
Slight frown from Peggy…Lord, when is he gonna put me before Pete…
"Mr. Draper…My partners, Mr. Angel and…"
"Hi, Winifred Burkle…" Illyria smiled warmly, hastily offering a hand… Uh… "Burkle-Wyndham-Price…" Draper, warm smile, appraising look…
Sorry, Wes…Just lost it there a sec…
Peter Campbell frowning to Paul Kinsey…Damnit if Draper still hasn't got it…
"You suppose his wife still hasn't caught on since '63…?" he whispered…
"You wanna keep working…?" Kinsey returned…
Salvatore still shaking William's hand…Apparently reluctant to release…
"Well, our campaign…" Draper nodded to Kinsey and Ms. Olsen who pulled folders from their respective briefcases…Romano setting up on a laptop…
"In dealing with your Ms. Summers we thought nostalgia might be the way to go…" Draper noted… "It's delicate…But potent…Screen, please…"
Slide of Buffy facing William in battle appears…
"When I got my first job as a copywriter, I worked for an old Greek named Teddy…" Draper began, exalted look, persuasive voice… "Teddy once told me…"
"He's the best…" Will noted to Illyria…
"Yeah…Shhh…" she said, staring at Draper…
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